The Complete Elenium Trilogy: The Diamond Throne, The Ruby Knight, The Sapphire Rose. David Eddings
that you were here. I was going to spend the night there, but when I heard that you’d come back from Rendor, I rode on the rest of the way.’
‘I’m touched.’
Kalten laughed and handed back the wineskin.
‘Were Kurik and the novice staying out of sight?’ Sparhawk asked.
Kalten nodded. ‘They were in one of the back rooms, and the young fellow was keeping his visor down. Have you ever seen anybody try to drink through his visor? Funniest thing I ever saw. There were a couple of local whores there, too. Your young Pandion might be getting an education along about now.’
‘He’s due,’ Sparhawk observed.
‘I wonder if he’ll try to do that with his visor down as well.’
‘Those girls are usually adaptable.’
Kalten laughed. ‘Anyhow, Kurik told me about the situation here. Do you really believe you can sneak around Cimmura without being recognized?’
‘I was thinking along the lines of a disguise of some sort.’
‘Better come up with a false nose,’ Kalten advised. ‘That broken beak of yours makes you fairly easy to pick out of a crowd.’
‘You should know,’ Sparhawk said. ‘You’re the one who broke it.’
‘We were only playing,’ Kalten said, sounding a bit defensive.
‘I’ve got used to it. We’ll talk with Sephrenia in the morning. She should be able to come up with something in the way of disguises.’
‘I’d heard that she was here. How is she?’
‘The same. Sephrenia never changes.’
‘Truly.’ Kalten took another drink from the wineskin and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘You know, I think I was always a big disappointment to her. No matter how hard she tried to teach me the secrets, I just couldn’t master the Styric language. Every time I tried to say “ogeragekgasek,” I almost dislocated my jaw.’
‘“Okeragukasek”,’ Sparhawk corrected him.
‘However you say it. I’ll just stick to my sword and let others play with magic.’ He leaned forward on his stool. ‘They say that the Eshandists are on the rise again in Rendor. Is there any truth to that?’
‘It’s no particular danger.’ Sparhawk shrugged, lounging back on his cot. ‘They howl and spin around in circles out in the desert and recite slogans to each other. That’s about as far as it goes. Is anything very interesting going on in Lamorkand?’
Kalten snorted. ‘All the barons there are involved in private wars with each other,’ he reported. ‘The whole kingdom reeks with the lust for revenge. Would you believe that there’s actually a war going on over a bee sting? An earl got stung and declared war on the baron whose peasants owned the hive. They’ve been fighting each other for ten years now.’
‘That’s Lamorkand for you. Anything else happening?’
‘The whole countryside east of Motera is crawling with Zemochs.’
Sparhawk sat up quickly. ‘Vanion did say that Otha was mobilizing.’
‘Otha mobilizes every ten years.’ Kalten handed his friend the wineskin. ‘I think he does it just to keep his people from getting restless.’
‘Are the Zemochs doing anything significant in Lamorkand?’
‘Not that I was able to tell. They’re asking a lot of questions – mostly about old folklore. You can find two or three of them in almost every village. They question old women and buy drinks for the loafers in the village taverns.’
‘Peculiar,’ Sparhawk murmured.
‘That’s a fairly accurate description of just about anybody from Zemoch,’ Kalten said. ‘Sanity has never been particularly prized there.’ He stood up. ‘I’ll go find a bed someplace,’ he said. ‘I can drag it in here and we can talk old times until we both fall asleep.’
‘All right.’
Kalten grinned. ‘Like the time your father caught us in that plum tree.’
Sparhawk winced. ‘I’ve been trying to forget about that for almost thirty years now.’
‘Your father did have a very firm hand, as I recall. I lost track of most of the rest of that day – and the plums gave me a bellyache besides. I’ll be right back.’ He turned and went out the door of Sparhawk’s cell.
It was good to have Kalten back. The two of them had grown up together in the house of Sparhawk’s parents at Demos after Kalten’s family had been killed and before the pair of boys had entered their novitiate training at the Pandion motherhouse. In many ways, they were closer than brothers. To be sure, Kalten had some rough edges to him, but their close friendship was one of the things Sparhawk valued more than anything.
After a short time, the big blond man returned, dragging a bed behind him, and then the two of them lay in the dim candlelight reminiscing until quite late. All in all, it was a very good night.
Early the following morning, they rose and dressed themselves, covering their mail coats with the hooded robes Pandions wore when they were inside their chapterhouses. They rather carefully avoided the morning procession to chapel and went in search of the woman who had trained whole generations of Pandion Knights in the intricacies of what were called the secrets.
They found her seated with her morning tea before the fire high up in the south tower.
‘Good morning, little mother,’ Sparhawk greeted her from the doorway. ‘Do you mind if we join you?’
‘Not at all, Sir Knights.’
Kalten went to her, knelt, and kissed both her palms. ‘Will you bless me, little mother?’ he asked her.
She smiled and put one hand on each side of his face. Then she spoke her benediction in Styric.
‘That always makes me feel better for some reason,’ he said, rising to his feet again. ‘Even though I don’t understand all the words.’
She looked at them critically. ‘I see that you chose not to attend chapel this morning.’
‘God won’t miss us all that much.’ Kalten shrugged. ‘Besides, I could recite all of Vanion’s sermons from memory.’
‘What other mischief are you two planning for today?’ she asked.
‘Mischief, Sephrenia?’ Kalten asked innocently.
Sparhawk laughed. ‘Actually, we weren’t even contemplating any mischief. We just have a fairly simple errand in mind.’
‘Out in the city?’
He nodded. ‘The only problem is that we’re both fairly well known here in Cimmura. We thought you might be able to help us with some disguises.’
She looked at them, her expression cool. ‘I’m getting a strong sense of subterfuge in all this. Just exactly what is this errand of yours?’
‘We thought we’d look up an old friend,’ Sparhawk replied. ‘A fellow named Krager. He has some information he might want to share with us.’
‘Information?’
‘He knows where Martel is.’
‘Krager won’t tell you that.’
Kalten cracked his big knuckles, the sound unpleasantly calling to mind the sharp noise of breaking bones. ‘Would you care to phrase that in the form of a wager, Sephrenia?’ he asked.
‘Won’t you two ever grow up? You’re a pair of eternal children.’
‘That’s why you love us so much, isn’t it, little mother?’