‘I was hoping you might feel that way about it.’
‘What’s he up to this time?’
‘He presented a spurious marriage certificate to the Royal Council in Cimmura.’
‘Who got married?’
‘Princess Arissa and Duke Osten.’
‘That’s ridiculous.’
‘Princess Arissa said almost the same thing.’
‘You’ll swear to that?’
Dolmant nodded. ‘So will Sparhawk,’ he added.
‘I assume that the point of the whole thing was to legitimize Lycheas?’
Dolmant nodded again.
‘Well, then. Why don’t we see if we can disrupt that? Let’s go speak with my secretary. He can draw up the necessary document.’ The Patriarch of Vardenais chuckled. ‘Annias is having a bad month, I’d say. This will make two plots in a row that have failed – and Sparhawk’s been involved both times.’ He looked at the big Pandion. ‘Keep your armour on, my boy,’ he suggested. ‘Annias might decide to have the area between your shoulder blades decorated with a dagger hilt.’
After Dolmant and Sparhawk had given their depositions concerning the statements of Princess Arissa, they left the Patriarch of Vardenais and continued along the corridor to the nave of the Basilica.
‘Dolmant,’ Sparhawk said, ‘do you have any idea about why so many Styrics are here in Chyrellos?’
‘I’ve heard about it. The story is that they’re seeking instruction in our faith.’
‘Sephrenia says that’s an absurdity’
Dolmant made a wry face ‘She’s probably right. I’ve laboured for a lifetime and I haven’t as yet managed to convert a single Styric’
‘They’re very attached to their Gods,’ Sparhawk said. ‘I’m not trying to be offensive, Dolmant, but there seems to be a very close personal relationship between the Styrics and their Gods. Our God is perhaps a bit remote.’
‘I’ll mention that the next time I talk to Him.’ Dolmant smiled. ‘I’m sure He values your opinion.’
Sparhawk laughed. ‘It was a bit presumptuous, wasn’t it?’
‘Yes, as a matter of fact it was. How long do you think it’s going to be until you can leave for Borrata?’
‘Several days, anyway I hate to lose the time, but the knights from the other orders have long journeys to make to reach Chyrellos, and I’m more or less obliged to wait for them. All this waiting is making me very impatient, but there’s no help for it, I’m afraid.’ He pursed his lips. ‘I think I’ll spend the time nosing around a bit. It’ll give me something to do, and all these Styrics are making me curious.’
‘Be careful in the streets of Chyrellos, Sparhawk,’ Dolmant advised seriously ‘They can be very dangerous.’
‘The whole world is dangerous lately, Dolmant. I’ll keep you posted on what I find out.’ Then Sparhawk turned and went down the corridor with his spurs clinking on the marble floor.
Chapter 13
It was nearly noon when Sparhawk returned to the chapterhouse. He had ridden slowly through the busy streets of the holy city, paying scant attention to the crowds around him. The deterioration of the Archprelate Cluvonus had saddened him. Despite the rumours that had been circulating of late, actually to see the revered old man’s condition had come as a profound personal shock.
He stopped at the heavy gate and perfunctorily went through the ritual that admitted him. Kalten was waiting in the courtyard. ‘Well?’ the blond man asked. ‘How did it go?’
Sparhawk dismounted heavily and pulled off his helmet. ‘I don’t know if we changed any minds,’ he replied. ‘The Patriarchs who support Annias still support him; the ones who oppose him are still on our side; and those who are neutral are still on the fence.’
‘It was a waste of time, then?’
‘Not entirely, I guess. After this, it might be a little harder for Annias to win over any more uncommitted votes.’
‘I wish you’d make up your mind, Sparhawk.’ Kalten looked closely at his friend. ‘You’re in a sour mood. What really happened?’
‘Cluvonus was there.’
‘That’s a surprise. How did he look?’
‘Awful.’
‘He is eighty-five, Sparhawk. You couldn’t expect him to look very impressive. People wear out, you know.’
‘His mind has gone, Kalten,’ Sparhawk said sadly ‘He’s childish now. Dolmant doesn’t think he’s going to last much longer.’
‘That bad?’
Sparhawk nodded.
That makes it fairly important for us to get to Borrata and back in a hurry then, doesn’t it?’
‘Urgent,’ Sparhawk agreed.
‘Do you think we should ride on ahead and let the knights from the other orders catch up with us later?’
‘I wish we could. I hate the idea of Ehlana sitting alone in that throne room, but I don’t think we dare. Komier was right about a show of unity, and the other orders are sometimes a little touchy. Let’s not start off by offending them.’
‘Did you and Dolmant talk to somebody about Arissa?’
Sparhawk nodded. The Patriarch of Vardenais is handling it.’
The day wasn’t an absolute waste, then.’
Sparhawk grunted. ‘I want to change out of this.’ He rapped on the breastplate of his armour with his knuckles.
‘You want me to unsaddle Faran for you?’
‘No. I’ll be going back out. Where’s Sephrenia?’
‘In her room, I think.’
‘Have somebody saddle her horse.’
‘Is she going somewhere?’
‘Probably’ Sparhawk went on up the stairs and entered the chapterhouse
It was about a quarter of an hour later when he tapped on Sephrenia’s door He had removed his armour and now wore a mail coat beneath a nondescript grey cloak that bore no insignia of his rank or his order. ‘It’s me, Sephrenia,’ he said through the panels of the door.
‘Come in, Sparhawk,’ she said.
He opened the door and stepped in quietly.
She was sitting in a large chair with Flute in her lap. The child was sleeping with a contented little smile on her face. ‘Did things go well at the Basilica?’ Sephrenia asked.
‘It’s a little hard to say,’ he replied. ‘Churchmen are very good at hiding their emotions. Did you and Kalten find out anything about all the Styrics here in Chyrellos yesterday?’