Part 18 (1/2)

'So that you can catch them and hang them?' Talen asked.'

'Not necessarily, young man. When a natural talent comes to the surface, one shouldn't waste it. I'm sure we find a use for this fellow's gifts.'

'But he hates your empire, your Excellency,' Ehlana pointed out.

'That's no real drawback, your Majesty,' Oscagne smiled. 'The fact that a man hates the empire doesn't automatically make him a criminal. Anyone with any common sense hates the empire. There are days when even the emperor himself hates it. The presence of revolutionaries is a fair indication that something's seriously wrong in a given province. The revolutionary's made it his business to pinpoint the problems, so it's easier in the long run to just let him go ahead and fix things. I've known quite a few revolutionaries who made very good provincial governors.'

'That's an interesting line of thought, your Excellency,' Ehlana said, 'but how do you persuade people who hate you to go to work for you?'

'You trick them, your Majesty. You just ask them if they think they can do any better. They inevitably think they can, so you just tell them to have a go at it. It usually takes them a few months to realise that they've been had. Being a provincial governor is the worst job in the world. Everybody hates you.'

'Where does this Ayachin fit in?' Bevier asked.

'I gather he's the rallying point,' Stragen replied. 'Sort of the way Drychtnath is in Lamorkand.'

'A figurehead?' Tynian suggested.

'Most probably. You wouldn't really expect a ninth-century hero to understand contemporary political reality.'

'He's sort of an enigma, though,' Ulath pointed out. 'The n.o.bility believes he is one sort of man, and the serfs believe he's another. Sabre must have two different sets of speeches. Just exactly who was Ayachin anyway?'

'Kotyk told me that he was a minor n.o.bleman who was very devoted to the Astellian Church,' Emban supplied. ''In the ninth century, there was a Church-inspired invasion from Eosia. Your thief in Esos was right about that part, at least. The Astels believe that our Holy Mother in Chyrellos is heretical. Ayachin's supposed to have rallied the n.o.bles and finally won a great victory in the Astel marshes.'

'The serfs have a different story,' Khalad told them. 'They believe that Ayachin was a serf disguised as a n.o.bleman and that his real goal was the emanc.i.p.ation of his cla.s.s. They say that the victory in the marshes was the work of the serfs, not the n.o.bility. Later, when the n.o.bles found out who Ayachin really was, they had him murdered.'

'He makes a perfect figurehead then,' Ehlana said. 'He was so ambitious that he seems to offer something to everyone.'

Emban was frowning. 'The mistreatment of the serfs doesn't make any sense. Serfs aren't very industrious, but there are so many of them that all you have to do is pile on more people until you get the job done. If you maltreat them, all you really do is encourage them to turn on you. Even an idiot knows that. Sparhawk, is there some spell that might have induced the n.o.bility to follow a course that's ultimately suicidal?'

'None that I know of,' Sparhawk replied. He looked around at the other knights, and they all shook their heads. Princess Danae nodded very slightly, however, indicating that there might very well be some way to do what Emban suggested. 'I wouldn't discount the possibilitty though, your Grace,' he added. 'Just because none of us know the spell doesn't mean that there isn't one. If someone wanted turmoil here in Astel, there's probably nothing that would have suited his purposes better than a serf uprising, and if all the n.o.bles started knouting their serfs at about the same time, it would have been a perfect way to set one off.'

'And this Sabre fellow seems to be responsible,' Emban said. 'He's stirring the n.o.bles against the G.o.dless yellow dogs-sorry, Oscagne-and at the same time he's agitating the serfs against their masters. Was anyone able to pick up anything about him?'

'Elron was in his cups last night too,' Stragen said. 'He told Sparhawk and me that Sabre creeps around at night wearing a mask and making speeches.'

'You're not serious!' Bevier asked incredulously.

'Pathetic, isn't it? We're obviously dealing with a juvenile mind here. Elron's quite overwhelmed by the melodrama of it all.'

'He would be,' Bevier sighed. 'It does sort of sound like the fabrication of a third-rate literary fellow, doesn't it?' Stragen smiled.

'That's Elron, all right,'' Tynian said.

'You're flattering him,' Ulath grunted. 'He trapped me in a corner last night and recited some of his verse to me. ”Third-rate” is a gross overstatement of his talent.'

Sparhawk was troubled. Aphrael had told him that someone at Kotyk's house would say something important, but, aside from the revelation of some fairly unsavoury personality defects, no one had directly told him anything of earth-shaking note. When he thought about it Aphrael had not, in fact promised that whatever was so important would be said to him. Quite possibly, it had been revealed to one of the others. He brooded about it.

The simplest way to resolve the question would have been to ask his daughter, but to do that would once more expose him to some offensive comments about his limited understanding, so he decided that he'd much prefer to work it out for himself.

Their map indicated that the journey to the capital at Darsas would take them ten days. It actually did not, of course.

'How do you deal with people who happen to see us when we're moving this way,' he asked Danae as they moved along at that accelerated pace later that day. He looked at his blank-faced uncomprehending friends. 'I've got a sort of an idea of how you convince the people who are travelling with us that we're just plodding along, but what about strangers?'

'We don't move this way when there are strangers around, Sparhawk,' she replied, 'but they wouldn't see us anyway. We're going too fast.'

'You're freezing time then, the same way Ghnomb did in Pelosia?'

'No, I'm actually doing just the opposite. Ghnomb froze time and made you plod along through an endless second. What I'm doing is-' She looked speculatively at her father. 'I'll explain it some other time,' she decided. 'We're moving in little spurts, a few miles at a time. Then we amble along for a while, and then we spurt ahead again. Making it all fit together is really very challenging. It gives me something to occupy my mind during these long, boring journeys.'

'Did that important thing you mentioned get said?' he asked her.

'Yes.'

'What was it?' He decided that a small bruise on his dignity wouldn't really hurt all that much.

'I don't know. I know that it was important and that somebody was going to say it, but I don't know the details.'

'Then you're not omniscient.

'I never said that I was.'

'Could it have come in bits and pieces? A word or two to Emban, a couple to Stragen and me and quite a bit more to Khalad? And then we sort of had to put them all together to get the whole message?'

She thought about it. 'That's brilliant, father!' she exclaimed.

'Thank you.' Their speculations earlier had borne some fruit after all. Then he pushed it a bit further.

'Is someone here in Astel changing the att.i.tudes of the people?'

'Yes, but that goes on all the time.'

'So when the n.o.bility began to mistreat their serfs, it wasn't their own idea?'

'Of course not. Deliberate, calculated cruelty is very hard to maintain. You have to concentrate on it, and the Astels are too lazy for that. It was externally imposed.'

'Could a Styric magician have done it?'

'One by one, yes. A Styric could have selected one n.o.bleman and turned him into a monster.' She thought a moment. 'Maybe two,' she amended. 'Three at the most. There are too many variables for a human to keep track of when you get past that.'

'Then it's a G.o.d-or G.o.ds-that made them all start mistreating their serfs here a few years back?'

'I thought I just said that.'

He ignored that and went on. 'And the whole purpose of that was to make the serfs resentful and ready to listen to someone inciting them to revolution.'

'Your logic is blinding me, Sparhawk.'

'You can be a very offensive little girl when you set your mind to it, did you know that?'

'But you love me anyway, don't you? Get to the point, Sparhawk. It's almost time for me to wake the others.'