Figures burst from an alleyway and Conall half drew his sword, but they were only children, running and laughing as they goaded a skinny hound with a bone.
‘Jumping at shadows,’ Evnis said.
‘Well, you’re not the most popular man in the fortress right now. Most of Dun Carreg must want you dead,’ Conall said, glaring at the children.
‘I’m more concerned over the quality of my enemies than their quantity,’ Evnis murmured, thinking of Owain.
‘I’ve heard something similar, though usually from the ladies.’
Evnis snorted, almost smiled. Laughter rippled through the warriors behind him.
‘Enemies in high places. I’ve had that problem myself,’ Conall said.
‘Really? And what did you do?’
‘I ran away.’
‘I see.’ He regarded Conall silently, wondering about his new shieldman’s hidden past. ‘Perhaps I have a less drastic remedy.’ Friends in high places. Or in this case friend. Nathair. The young King had come to him asking questions about the Benothi, Dun Carreg’s ancient giant masters and their treasures, and that was a subject that Evnis knew much about, possibly even more than old Heb or Brina. Evnis had hinted at his knowledge, given snippets of information, whispered promises of more, and it was those promises that he hoped would keep him alive until Rhin arrived. Nathair would protect him, at least while it was in his interest to do so. Or so Evnis hoped. Owain was unpredictable. It had been a gamble, helping the King of Narvon gain entrance to the fortress, but Nathair had asked him for help, and so he had given it. The act of opening Stonegate had won much favour with Owain, but Evnis was not sure how much the act of slaying a king had compromised that favour. Nobody liked that, especially not another king.
‘Time will be the judge,’ he muttered.
‘Aye. It usually is,’ Conall replied.
The rest of their journey passed in silence. Evnis hardly spared a glance at the charred pile of ash that marked all that was left of Dun Carreg’s fallen defenders, the stench of their burning still lingering in the air. He swept into the keep and marched through it into the corridors beyond until he reached Nathair’s chambers.
One of the black-clad warriors that he had spirited into the fortress to such devastating effect was standing guard. The man ushered him into the chamber but blocked Conall as he made to follow.
‘Only you,’ the man said to Evnis.
Evnis nodded to Conall and those behind him as the guard closed the door.
Nathair sat within, sipping a cup of wine. His bodyguard, Sumur, was standing beside an unshuttered window, sword hilt jutting over his shoulder. A handful of Nathair’s eagle-guard were lounging at a table in the far end of the chamber, gathered about a half-eaten round of cheese and a leg of pork. They eyed Evnis suspiciously, then went back to their food. Evnis stared at them, remembering their comrades in the keep the night Dun Carreg fell, arrayed about him and Brenin and Nathair in a wall of shields. They were all dead now, most of them cut down by Gar, the crippled stablemaster. That night had left more than one mystery in his mind that begged to be solved.
‘Welcome, Evnis,’ the King of Tenebral said, standing and gripping Evnis’ wrist. ‘Thank you for coming so promptly. Are you hungry? Thirsty?’ He gestured to the food and wine.
‘I have already broken my fast. Though perhaps some wine.’
‘Of course.’ Nathair filled a cup for him. ‘I was hoping that you might help me.’
‘If I may be of service, my lord.’
‘I am certain that you can. When I came here it was as part of a bigger journey: I planned to travel north. I still do. The issue is when to leave. Much has happened here that I think has bearing on my alliance, on the future, but the situation here is fluid, prone to change. Dramatically. Would you agree?’
‘Your summary is quite correct, to my mind,’ Evnis said.
‘I am torn, Evnis. My errand in the north is pressing, but I feel that perhaps I should linger here a while longer, as these events play out. To ensure that the results are favourable to me and my alliance.’
‘Most prudent, my lord.’ This is a man who thinks before he speaks. Where is he leading this conversation?
‘You are probably wondering why I am telling you this.’
Evnis smiled and dipped his head in acknowledgement.
‘I believe that you are pivotal to this situation. And certain that you know more than you have told me.’
‘Do any of us tell all that we know, my lord?’ Evnis replied. ‘After all, knowledge is power.’ This is dangerous.
‘Wise words,’ Nathair said with a smile, ‘and words that I have heard before. But let me be frank with you. We are both in a position to help each other. I am in a strange land, surrounded by war, a history guiding it that is unfamiliar to me. I need to make decisions, but I lack the knowledge to be confident that I am choosing the right course. You are familiar with the politics of this realm, this conflict, well placed to see much. I need that knowledge. But you are surrounded by enemies — Owain, the man that took your own brother’s head, rules here, so you need a friend, someone in power who has some influence. You need me.’ Nathair took a deep breath, fixing Evnis with intense blue eyes. ‘Tell me, Evnis, what is your heart’s desire?’
Evnis blinked, thrown by the question, the sudden change of direction. ‘I. .’ What is happening here? Be careful. Nathair’s eyes pinned him, became the whole world. Is he bewitching me? Using the earth power?
‘To find my son,’ he heard himself say, surprised to hear the tremor in his voice.
‘Yes. Escaped with Edana, or so rumours are saying.’ Nathair waved a hand. ‘I am not completely without information, even here. I could help you find him. I look after those that serve me.’
‘Serve you?’
‘Yes. I am looking for men: powerful men, brave enough to take risks, brave enough to follow me into a new order, a new world. I think that you are such a man. Follow me and you will gain more than you can imagine. But in return I must have your loyalty. Unquestioning, unfailing.’
I serve you already, Evnis thought. He opened his mouth to speak but then froze, pinned by Nathair’s unblinking stare. There was something in Nathair’s words that stirred his blood, that would have made him want to follow this man, to believe in a cause again, even if Asroth had not already commanded it. Your only cause is yourself, a voice whispered in his mind. ‘I will serve you, if I can,’ he said.
‘Good. That is very good.’ Nathair grinned, refilled their cups of wine and together they drank.
‘Now, tell me,’ Nathair said. ‘Does Rhin play a part in this business between Owain and Brenin?’
‘Yes. She manipulated this war,’ Evnis said. How much to tell? That is the question. Rhin will not look kindly on me if she thinks I have betrayed her. He returned Nathair’s unflinching gaze and made a decision. ‘Rhin tricked Owain into marching against Brenin, her design was that they would weaken one another. She will move against Owain soon. She is the real power now in the west — Brenin was her greatest rival, but now that he is gone Owain cannot match her — he does not have the strength of will nor the wit to outmanoeuvre her. Brenin was the only one who stood that chance. And King Eremon of Domhain is too old, uninterested in affairs beyond his borders. Before long she will rule all the realms of the west.’
‘She was always the one to watch,’ Nathair murmured. ‘A sharp tongue, a sharper mind.’
‘Indeed.’
‘And what is your relationship with her, Evnis?’
Lovers, once. Conspirators, always. ‘We have communicated, in the past, helped one another in small matters.’