by Allan Cole
"If I asked out of friendship, would you comply?"
"Whatever I did, Safar said, it'd be the end of our friendship. If I agreed, it would my last act as your friend. If I refused, you'd consider our bond broken. Either way it would be over.
"Are you willing to risk that, Iraj?"
Protarus laughed bitterly. It would be the only thing in my life I haven't risked, he said.
"Family? Hah! I killed my uncle. And slew his wives and his children too so they wouldn't sprout into enemies.
"The honor of my clan? Yes, I risked that from the very beginning. For if I had ever stumbled and fallen, the name Protarus would have been shamed for all history.
"Fortune? Bah! I am like you in that, Safar. I know I tell little lies to myself now that I am king and can have anything I want. It's habit, like drinking too deeply and too often. But I risked one fortune after another on the road to Zanzair. Every palace I looted I risked in the next toss of the dice to win another.
"Life itself? No one would deny that I've proved my willingness to cast it down as the price of a challenge. Why, I've nearly thrown it away many times just for the thrill of it."
Safar suddenly remembered Iraj's headlong race down the Kyranian mountainside to confront the demon raiders. It seemed like such a pure act at the time. The act of a storied hero. And for what? To save a merchant's caravan? A caravan carrying not a soul Iraj knew or cared about. And there was not an innocent among themnot a babe, not a maid, mother, granny, or man who if you met them would wring pity from your heart.
Then he remembered his own mad dash in Iraj's wake. He saw it clear. Saw the snow crusted boulders leaping up in his path. Saw the demons with fangs and talons and terrible swords. Saw their steeds who fought like great cats. And he felt it. Felt the fear icing his veins. Felt the demon magic crackling with power he never knew was possible. Felt the anger when he saw Astarias being dragged through the snow by her long black tresses. Felt the cold, distant satisfaction of his first kill.
He looked at Iraj and for the first time truly understood the man he'd been following for all these years. With that knowledge came a small understanding of himself. It arrived with a pang of disappointment. Like Iraj, he'd been a creature of events. A creature who'd cried holy purpose when there was only self at heart. Made himself a man who stretched his head above others, falsely ennobled by the vision of Hadin.
For the first time since this confrontation had first roused itself, Safar wavered. What did it matter? In a world of lies, what was one more? Magic was no holy thing. He was no priest with a godly cause. He had no temple, no altar. And the gods themselves were silent on the matter. Why not do as Iraj asked and declare an Era of Great Blessings? He could say it, then work like the devils from the Hells to make it so.
Then it came to him to do otherwise might destroy the man he'd called friend. A man who had only one thing left to risk in the chest that made him humanIraj's claim of friendship with Safar.
He almost said it, almost relented, almost opened his lips to speak.
But Iraj said, And finally, there's friendship. My love for you. That I haven't risked. Am I willing? I can't say. The first question I have to ask myself before I do, is if that friendship, that love, is returned? Is it real?
"Or have you been playing me false all these years?"
"You know I haven't, Safar said.
"Do I? Iraj asked, an awful smile growing on his face. Do I now?"
"Of course, you do, Safar said. So we're arguing. We've argued before. We'll argue again. We're different men, so we hold different opinions. But they are merely differences between friends."
"I tested you once long ago, Iraj said. If you recall, you didn't do well at that test."
Safar shrugged. I was a boy in lust, he said. It meant nothing."
"I also said someday I might test you again, Iraj went on. I think that day has finally come."
"You mean the casting? Safar asked. You want me to lie to prove my friendship?"
He was about to say, very well, then, I'll do it. But Iraj shook his head, cutting him off.
"No, he said. You claim that as a matter of honor. I won't ask you to soil it. A man of equal honor would never require such a thing of his friend."
The statement caught Safar by surprise. Was it over? Had he succeeded?
"So here is the test, Safar Timura. The man who claims to be my friend. It's a small test. One that should give you no trouble."
"And that is? Safar asked, alarm rushing back.
"I gave you a woman once, Iraj said. A virgin I greatly desired for myself. Astarias.
"And now I ask the same of you, although she is no virgin and is therefore the lesser gift."
Iraj looked deep into Safar's shocked eyes.
"Give me Lady Fatinah, he said. I want her for myself."
"How can you ask that? Safar said, dumbfounded. You know she is to be my wife."
Iraj shrugged. You can have her back when I'm done with her, he said. And still marry her if you like. There's no shame in following a king in his pleasure.
"You liked Leiria well enough. Now that I think of it, that's two women I've given you. Two, Safar!
"I ask only one in return."
"This is foolish, Iraj! Safar cried. Even if I would consider such a thingwhich I wouldn'tshe's not mine to give. She belongs to herself."
"I imagine Astarias and Leiria felt the same way, Iraj said. But that didn't stop you."
Struck to the quick, Safar struggled for an answer. Before he could, Iraj drew an object from his pocket.
"Here, he said, I'll even sweeten the bargain, although why this should be a bargain is beyond me. Our oath was to give freely, no questions asked."
Iraj dropped the object into Safar's open hand. He glanced down and saw a small golden amulet. A wondrously formed horse dangling from a glittering chain.
"Coralean gave me that a long ago, Iraj said. It was my reward for saving his caravan. You remember, don't you? You received a magical dagger at the same time."
Safar remembered very well. That same dagger, whose image was Nerisa's crest, was tucked in his belt.
"Coralean said someday I would see the perfect horse. A warrior's dream of a horse. And all I had to do was give this amulet to its owner and he would not be able to refuse me.
"Well, I never found that horse, Safar. But never mind, I'm sure it's there."
He clasped Safar's numb hand around the amulet.
"This is yours now, my friend. I give it to you for the woman. Why, it isn't even an equal exchange.
"For what mere woman could ever match such a wondrous steed?"
Silence followed. A silence where murder crept out of the shadows. Safar had anger enough to call it closer. He had the opportunitythey were alone in the royal chamber. And he had the weapons, the dagger in his belt, the blasting magic at his fingertips. He fought down the violence, nearly gagged on it. If he did act, terrible reprisals would certainly follow.
And at this moment Nerisa and Palimak would be making their way to the village at the crossroads, and safety. If Safar slew Protarus they'd never reach it. He had to play for time. It was the only way.
Before he could stumble out some sort of answer, Iraj said, I'm afraid you've waited too long to reply, Safar.
"You failed the test."
Protarus abruptly turned away and strolled toward a small private door leading out of the chamber.
He paused at the door. But I'm not so hard a man that I won't give you another chance, he said.
"Send Lady Fatinah to me tonight. And all will be forgiven."
Then he was gone.
****
As soon as he'd cleared the palace grounds Safar ducked into an alley and shed his cloak of office. The rich costume, emblazoned with the symbols of Esmir's Grand Wazier, was kicked into a dung heap. Beneath the cloak he'd worn the plain rough tunic and breeches of a common soldier. Then he hurried off, head low, trying not to move so fast he'd draw stares. Eve
n so, he soon came to the vast demon quarters that sprawled all the way to Zanzair's rear gates. Demon females peered up from their washing to watch him go by. Demon kits shouted insults, or crowded close to beg. And big demon males loomed out of taverns to issue drunken challenges at this human worm who dared walk their streets alone.
Safar paid them no mind, averting the eyes of the females, shaking off the young beggars and sidestepping the challengers.
His goal was a small shabby stable near the rear gates. He'd risen before dawn that morning, made a few hasty additions to the plan he and Nerisa had discussed the previous night, then gone home to pack some necessities before his servants arose. Afterwards he'd taken his best horse to the stable by the gates. He'd left it with the sleepy-eyed stablemaster, along with enough coins to ensure the animal's care, but not so many as to arouse suspicion.
The whole time he'd prayed luck would be with him and the preparations would be unnecessary. He'd thought the first sign of that luck was Leiria's absence either at the mansion or his home. He'd assumed she was attending one of her training sessions"the transparent ruse Protarus and Kalasariz had used so their spy could report to them and receive her instructions.
As he approached the stable he thought at least that one bit of luck had held. If it hadn't he would've been forced to incapacitate Leiria in that same alley where he'd shed his cloak. Or, worse, be required to slay her. Safar had strong doubts he'd be able to do such a thing, no matter what the cost. Spy or not, Leiria had crept into his heart long ago and held a small piece of it.
There was no one about when he entered the ramshackle building. He called for the stablemaster, but no one answered. So he fished out a few coins, laid them on a work bench within easy sight and picked his way to the back where his horse and gear waited.
He froze in front of the stall. His horse was already saddled, bags strapped to the back, sheathed sword hanging by its belt from the pommel. On either side of his mount were two othersboth saddled and ready. But ready for whom? He moved closer and suffered another jolt. Both horses were his!
Straw rustled and he whirled, dragging out the only weapon he had, the small silver dagger.
Leiria stood there, mailed and fully armed. He nearly lurched at her with the dagger, but pulled back in time. Just as he'd feared he lacked the necessary hate.
"What are you doing here? he demanded.
Leiria held out her hands to show they were empty. He looked down and saw her sword was still in its sheath.
"I'm here to help you, Safar, she said.
Safar barked laughter. So I see, he said with heavy sarcasm. But to where? My grave?"
"I don't blame you for thinking that, she said. But you've got to believe me when I say I've never done or said anything to harm you. I told you once long ago I'd never betray you, Safar Timura. And I never have."
"What do you call spying?"
Leiria's eyes were pleading. If I didn't give the king and Kalasariz what they wanted, she said, they would have replaced me with someone else. Someone who didn't love you, Safar. And you know that I do. Even now, when your heart is with another woman."
Safar thought he saw truth, but he was desperately afraid he was seeing what he wanted, not what really existed.
"Besides, Leiria said, you never did anything wrong. You've never been a traitor. Never conspired. What did it hurt to tell them about your innocent excursions, friendly meetings, or all the long nights you spent studying books of magic? There's one thing I didn't tell them, however. I said nothing about the child. About Palimak."
"What are you saying? Safar said. They know he exists. It's no secret."
"They don't know he's part demon, she said. You kept it from me but I saw, Safar. I saw his eyes. What do you think Iraj would've imagined if he'd known that? His Grand Wazier in the arms of a woman with a monster for a child? Palimak's no monster, but that's not what Iraj would've thought. Especially after Kalasariz and Luka and Fari got to him. Whispering all kinds of disgusting things."
"I thank you for that, at least, Safar said. But it doesn't matter anymore. If I were you I'd get away from me just as fast as you can. Iraj and I are finished!"
"I know that, Safar, she said. You were finished before you met this morning. It'd all been decided. Iraj never had any doubt you'd refuse him. He just needed an excuse to bring you down. To declare Safar Timura a criminal. To blacken your name. He's afraid of you, Safar. He thinks you are his rival for his kingdom and the love of his subjects.
"But most of all, my dear, dear Safar, he's afraid and jealous of your magic."
She paused a moment. Saw the suspicion vanish from his eyes. Saw those eyes turn from icy blue to the color of the lake in far Kyrania.
He said, I'm sorry about Nerisa. He shrugged. I never meant it to happen."
"I know that, Leiria said.
"I thought she was dead."
"I know that too."
"I'm ashamed to admit that I've treated you badly."
"Never mind, Leiria said. There's no time for apologies or remorse now, my love."
She took a deep breath, then said, Hold on tight as you can while I tell you what's happened. I would have said it first, but I knew you'd think it was a trick. A trap.
"Nerisa and Palimak never left. They are still in Zanzair."
"What? Safar's voice came like a cry.
"She was betrayed by Abubensu, Leiria said. The carriage never arrived. He delayed her with lies until it was too late to find another. Now there are guards outside her home. Not many, but she knows they're there so she doesn't dare leave."
"How much time do we have? Safar asked.
"I don't know, Leiria said. A few hours at most. They would've moved sooner but it's you they want most of all. Besides, they have to gather their nerve and their forces to oppose you. You can be sure when they come it'll not be just with soldiers, but with Fari's best wizards and witch sniffers.
"That's how much they fear you."
Leiria indicated the horses. Everything's ready. We have only to ride."
****
And ride they did. A mad clatter of iron hooves, shouted curses and cries of alarm as they dashed through the streets. They burst through the busy market place, scattering shoppers and knocking over stalls. They tore through parks, leaping hedges and showering mud. But when they came to the hill leading up to Nerisa's mansion they hauled the horses in, dismounted as quietly as they could, and hid them among some trees.
Then they crept up the hill in full daylight, using every rock and stump and bit of brush for cover. A young nurse with two young charges in tow saw them and hurried away. A gardener came on them while they were lying in a hedge and Leiria took him captive as gently as she could and bound him with leather laces from her harness.
There were four guards patrolling the grounds. Three demons and a hulking brute of a human.
They killed all four, quietly and efficiently.
Then they were at the door.
"I'll get the horses, Leiria said and she turned and ran back down the hill.
The door came open and Nerisa rushed into Safar's arms.
"I was afraid you'd never come, she said. And I was more afraid you would. It's you they want, not me."
"I wish that were true, Safar said. But when the king condemned me he condemned you as well.
"Now, quick! Get Palimak. We have to flee!"
Then they were out on the broad lawn and Leiria was thundering up, leading two horses behind her.
Safar took Palimak while Nerisa mounted. The child was silent, trembling. Eyes flashing from yellow to hazel and back again.
Then Nerisa was fully mounted and she reached down to take the child.
Safar was handing him up when Gundara suddenly shouted, They're coming, Master! They're coming!"
He whirled, clumsy with the child still in his hands. Down the hill he saw helmed demons and humans kicking their mounts up the road. Then he heard the bay of the witch sniffers and saw the devil ho
unds bounding in front of the troops. He felt a blast of magic and reeled back, stumbling against Nerisa's horse, which shrilled and shied away. He heard her shout to him to hand up the child.
But there wasn't time, there wasn't time.
Another blast, stronger than the first, came at him like a great wind, shriveling the grass with its heat.
He managed a blocking spell, but diverted only part of it. He turned to protect the child, catching the force with his back. He felt it sear through his clothes, gritted his teeth against the pain and he heard Gundara shout, Shut up! and Palimak echo, Shut up! and then the pain was gone.
He set the child down and came about, clawing at his pocket. The witch sniffers were almost on him now, but he had time to hurl the pellets and they exploded, sheeting fire and smoke.
The devil hounds were scattered by the blast, shrieking in fear and pain.
Smoke cloudsred and green and yellow swirled all around.
Then he heard the thunder of the approaching troops and through the smoke he saw Leiria, sword in hand, charge into the mass, cutting left and right, leaving demon howls and human screams in her wake. She broke through, then wheeled her horse and came crashing back, her killing sword releasing rivers of blood.
And now Nerisa was off her horse and beside him, armed with nothing but a whip. A witch sniffer leaped out of one of the smoke columns, slavering jaws yawning. It came so fast it almost had him, but Nerisa lashed out with her whip, slicing through those open jaws and the creature's face became a gory mask and it slammed to the ground. So close that Palimak hit it with his tiny fist, crying, Shut up! Shut up!"
Nerisa scooped Palimak off the ground. Slinging him on her hip, she held him with one hand while she whirled the whip with the other.
Then the air shrilled and a dark swarm of arrows came lofting towards them.
But they were slow, so very slow. They reached the apex of their flight then down they came, down, down and down.
Just as they struck, Safar hurled himself on Nerisa and the child. His body, not magic, was their only shield. He heard them strike all around him, thought for an instant they'd been saved by a miracle or incompetence. Then he grunted as one buried itself in his thigh. Grunted again when another struck his shoulder. He hurt, by the gods he hurt, but he didn't care because he could feel Nerisa's warmth against him. Hear Palimak crying beneath her. And he knew they were safe.