‘I’m overcome by your confidence, Sir Tynian,’ Talen said with an extravagant bow.
‘There are veterans here in Cimmura as well,’ Kurik added, ‘former army men who can help direct the workers and peasants in the defence of the city.’
‘It’s all terribly unnatural, of course,’ the Earl of Lenda said sardonically. ‘The whole purpose of government has always been to keep the commons under control and out of politics entirely. The only purpose the common people really have for existing is to do the work and pay the taxes. We may be doing something here that we’ll all live to regret.’
‘Do we really have any choice, Lenda?’ Vanion asked him.
‘No, Vanion, I don’t think we have.’
‘Let’s get started with it then. My Lord of Lenda, I believe you have some correspondence to catch up with, and Talen, why don’t you go and see this Platime fellow?’
‘May I take Berit with me, My Lord Vanion?’ the boy asked, looking at the young novice.
‘I suppose so, but why?’
‘I’m sort of the official envoy from one government to another. I should have an escort of some kind to make me look more important. That sort of thing impresses Platime.’
‘One government to another?’ Kalten asked. ‘Do you actually think of Platime as a head of state?’
‘Well, isn’t he?’
As Sparhawk’s friends were filing out, Sparhawk briefly touched Sephrenia’s sleeve. ‘I need to talk with you,’ he said quietly.
‘Of course.’
He went to the door and closed it. ‘I probably should have told you about this before, little mother,’ he said, ‘but it all seemed so innocuous at the beginning –’ He shrugged.
‘Sparhawk,’ she told him, ‘you know better than that. You must tell me everything. I’ll decide what’s innocuous and what isn’t.’
‘All right. I think I’m being followed.’
Her eyes narrowed.
‘I had a nightmare right after we took Bhelliom away from Ghwerig. Azash was mixed up in it and so was Bhelliom. There was something else as well though – something I can’t put a name to.’
‘Can you describe it?’
‘Sephrenia, I can’t even see it. It seems to be some sort of shadow – something dark that’s right on the very edge of my vision – like a flicker of movement to one side and slightly behind me. I get the feeling that it doesn’t like me very much.’
‘Does it only come to you when you’re dreaming?’
‘No. I see it now and then when I’m awake too. It seems to appear whenever I take Bhelliom out of its pouch. There are other times as well, but I can almost count on seeing it anytime I open the pouch.’
‘Do that now, dear one,’ she instructed. ‘Let’s find out if I can see it too.’
Sparhawk reached inside his doublet, took out the pouch and opened it. He removed the Sapphire Rose and held it in his hand. The flicker of darkness was immediately there. ‘Can you see it?’ he asked.
Sephrenia looked carefully around the room. ‘No,’ she admitted. ‘Can you feel anything coming from the shadow?’
‘I can tell that it isn’t fond of me.’ He put Bhelliom back into the pouch. ‘Any ideas?’
‘It might be something connected with Bhelliom itself,’ she suggested a bit dubiously. ‘To be perfectly honest with you, though, I don’t really know that much about Bhelliom. Aphrael doesn’t like to talk about it. I think the Gods are afraid of it. I know a little bit about how to use it, but that’s about all.’
‘I don’t know if there’s any connection,’ Sparhawk mused, ‘but somebody’s definitely interested in doing me in. There were those men on the road outside Emsat, that ship that Stragen thought might be following us and those outlaws who were looking for us on the Cardos road.’
‘Not to mention the fact that somebody tried to shoot you in the back with a crossbow when we were on our way to the palace,’ she added.
‘Could it be another Seeker perhaps?’ he suggested.
‘Something like that maybe. Once the Seeker takes control of somebody, the man becomes a mindless tool. These attempts on your life seem to be a bit more rational.’
‘Could Azash have some creature who could manage that?’
‘Who knows what kinds of creatures Azash can raise? I know of a dozen or so different varieties, but there are probably scores of others.’
‘Would you be offended if I tried logic?’
‘Oh, I suppose you can – if you feel you must.’ She smiled at him.
‘All right. First off, we know that Azash has wanted me dead for a long time now.’
‘All right.’
‘It’s probably even more important to Him now, though, because I’ve got Bhelliom, and I know how to use it.’
‘You’re stating the obvious, Sparhawk.’
‘I know. Logic’s like that sometimes. It doesn’t always happen, but these attempts to kill me usually come sometime not long after I’ve taken out the Bhelliom and caught a glimpse of that shadow.’
‘Some kind of connection, you think?’
‘Isn’t it possible?’
‘Almost anything’s possible, Sparhawk.’
‘All right then. If the shadow’s something like the Damork or the Seeker, it’s probably coming from Azash. That “probably” makes the logic a little shaky, but it’s something to sort of consider, wouldn’t you say?’
‘Under the circumstances I’d almost have to agree.’
‘What do we do about it then? It’s an interim hypothesis, and it ignores the possibility of pure coincidence, but shouldn’t we take some steps just in case there is some connection?’
‘I don’t think we can afford not to, Sparhawk. I think the first thing you should do is to keep Bhelliom inside that pouch. Don’t take it out unless you absolutely have to.’
‘That makes sense.’
‘And if you do have to take it out, be on your guard for an attempt on your life.’
‘I sort of do that automatically anyway – all the time. I’m in a nervous kind of profession.’
‘And, I think we’d better keep this to ourselves. If that shadow comes from Azash, it can turn our friends against us. Any one of them could turn on you at any time at all. If we tell them what we suspect, the shadow – or whatever it is – will probably know what’s in their thoughts. Let’s not warn Azash that we know what He’s doing.’