The other merchant took it from him as if it smelled bad. He handed it to Sozomenos, who in turn passed it to Bagdasares.
Bagdasares looked pained. «We'll do that again, with a new arket,» he said, tossing the first one aside. Vetranios' eyes hungrily followed it. So did Broios'. So did those of both local wizards. «No more foolishness,» Bagdasares told them. «Anyone who fails to follow my instructions will be deemed to have forfeited his case.»
Under Bagdasares' watchful eye, Vetranios got out another arket. This one was also undipped, but he didn't boast about it. He gave it to Broios. Broios gave it to Bagdasares without presuming to let another wizard handle it in between.
«That's better,» Bagdasares said Maniakes hid a smile; the mage spoke with the authority of a provincial governor. The Avtokrator was suddenly thoughtful. He would need new governors for the provinces of the westlands—he would need to repair the whole system of provincial administration here, in fact. He could do much worse than Bagdasares.
Muttering to himself, the Vaspurakaner mage dropped Vetranios' arket in among the coins Broios claimed to have received from the other merchant. It clinked sweetly; the Makuraners coined little gold, but their silver was as pure as anything from a Videssian mint. Bagdasares began to chant. Phosteinos and Sozomenos both pricked up their ears. They evidently knew the spell he was using. Maniakes watched as the mage made several swift passes over the coins. Phosteinos nodded what looked like approval of Bagdasares' technical skill.
After one final pass, Bagdasares cried out in a commanding voice. Some of the coins in the bowl began glowing with a soft, bluish radiance. Others remained simply—coins. «Your Majesty,» Bagdasares said, «as you may judge for yourself, some of this money has indeed passed from Vetranios to Broios, as we see by the aid of the law of similarity. Some of the coins, however, did not take this route.»
«Isn't that interesting?» Maniakes studied Broios, who seemed to be doing his best to disappear while remaining in plain sight. Gloating glee filled Vetranios' chuckle. The Avtokrator turned a mild and speculative eye on the merchant who'd brought the charges against his fellow in the first place. «Well, Broios, what have you got to say for yourself?»
«Y-y-your M-majesty, maybe I—I mixed in a few arkets that weren't from Vetranios by—by mistake.» Broios' voice firmed. «Yes, that's it. I must have done it by mistake.»
Vetranios walked over to look at the arkets more closely. «Likely tell,» he jeered. «You can see that all of these 'mistaken' coins are clipped.» He struck a pose so overblown, Maniakes wondered if he'd gotten it from some mime in a Midwinter's Day troupe.
Broios said, «They're not the only ones that are clipped, though, by Phos!» He came up to the bowl and pointed to some of the shining coins. «Look at that arket there, and that one—and that one. That one's cut so bad, you can hardly see the King of Kings' face at all. They were like that when I got 'em, too.»
«Liar!» Vetranios shouted. He turned to Maniakes. «You hear with your own ears, you see with your own eyes, what a liar he is. I don't think there's any bigger liar in the whole Empire than Broios.»
«Liar yourself,» Broios retorted. «You have your wizard here, your Majesty. He can show you who stuck the silver from the rims of these arkets into his pouch.»
«Yes, why don't you go ahead and show me that, Bagdasares?» Maniakes said. «I confess, by now I'm curious. And nothing about this case would surprise me any more, except perhaps finding an honest man anywhere in it.»
Phosteinos stirred. «Your Majesty, I resent the imputation. You have proved nothing illicit about my actions.»
«That's true,» Maniakes admitted, and the scrawny wizard Preened. Then the Avtokrator brought him down to earth: «I haven't proved anything yet.» That got a laugh from Sozomenos, a laugh that cut off very sharply when Maniakes glanced over at the sorcerer who'd been helping Broios.
At a nod from Maniakes, Bagdasares handed Vetranios a small sharp knife and said, «I presume you have in your pouch yet another undipped arket.» Most unhappily, the merchant nodded. «Excellent,» Bagdasares declared. «Be so good as to trim the silver from the edges, then, that we may have a comparison against which to set these arkets in the bowl.»
Vetranios looked as if he would sooner have stuck the knife into Bagdasares. He shot Phosteinos a hunted glance. Almost imperceptibly, the emaciated mage shook his head: he could do nothing– or, more likely, nothing Bagdasares wouldn't detect. Vetranios deflated like a popped pig's bladder. «Never mind,» he mumbled. «You don't need to go through the rigmarole. I clipped some of those arkets—just like every other merchant around.» Now he might have wanted to stab Broios.
Broios took no notice of his hate-filled glare. «Who's the biggest liar in the Empire now!» he said, for all the world like one small boy scoring a point against another.
«You're both wrong,» Maniakes said «Neither one of you knows the biggest liar in the Empire. His name is Tzikas.»
Broios pointed at Vetranios. «He knows this Tzikas. I've heard him talk about the fellow, plenty of times.»
Suddenly, everyone in the room was staring at Vetranios. «So you know Tzikas, do you?» Maniakes said in a soft voice. «Tell me about Tzikas, Vetranios. When did you see him last, for starters?» Vetranios knew something was wrong, but not what, nor how much. Serrhes was far from Videssos the city, and had been in Makuraner hands since the earliest days of Genesios' disastrous reign. The merchant answered, «Why, it must have been about three weeks before you came, your Majesty. He's been through the town now and again, these past few years. I've sold him this and that, and we've drunk wine together every now and then. That's about the size of it, I'd say.»
Maniakes studied not him but Broios. If Vetranios' enemy accepted that tale, it was likely to be true. If, on the other hand, Broios found more to say… But Broios did not find more to say. Maniakes didn't know whether to be glad or disappointed. «I can understand why you wouldn't like having a Videssian working for the boiler boys,» Vetranios said, sympathy oozing from him like sticky sap from a cut spruce. «He's not the only one, though.»
«He's the only one who's tried to overthrow me,» Maniakes said. «He's the only one who's tried to murder me. He's the only one who's betrayed both sides in this war more tunes than I can count. He's the only one who's—» He made a disgusted gesture. «Why go on?»
Broios and Vetranios were both staring at him. He could see exactly what was going on behind Broios' eyes as the merchant realized he should have done a more thorough job of slandering Vetranios. He could also see Broios realizing that now was too late, and growing furious at his own lapse.
«Why did Tzikas come here?» Maniakes asked Vetranios.
«I don't know for certain,» the merchant answered. «He spent a lot of time closeted with Tegin, I know that much. It had something to do with the squabbles the Makuraners are having, didn't it? They both favored Sharbaraz King of Kings, may his days be long and his realm increase.» He spoke the honorific formula without noticing he'd done so. Serrhes had been in Makuraner hands a long time.
Letting that ride, Maniakes said, «So you know about whom Tzikas favored, do you?» Vetranios gave a tiny nod, as if expecting hot pincers and thumbscrews to follow upon the admission. Maniakes asked the next question: «What exactly did he say to you when the two of you talked?»
«Let's see.» Vetranios was ready to cooperate freely, if for no better reason than to keep himself from having to cooperate any other way. «He bought ten pounds of the smoked mutton I had of this wretch here.» He pointed to Broios. «Then he said something about how hard life had been lately, and how nobody appreciated his true worth. I told him I did. For some reason, he thought that was funny.»