Part 34 (2/2)

'How long are we going to stay here?' Kalten asked. 'This is a nervous kind of place. Some young knight or one of the Peloi is bound to make a mistake sooner or later. If somebody blunders into a deadly insult, I think all this good feeling will evaporate. We don't want to have to fight our way out of town.'

'Norkan will be able to tell us,' Oscagne replied. 'We don't want to insult the Atans by leaving too early either.'

'How far is it from here to Matherion, Oscagne?' Emban asked.

'About five hundred leagues.'

Emban sighed. 'Almost two more months,' he lamented. 'I feel as if this journey's lasted for years.'

'You do look more fit, though, your Grace,' Bevier told him.

'I don't want to look fit, Bevier. I want to look fat, lazy and pampered. I want to be fat, lazy and pampered and I want a decent meal with lots of b.u.t.ter and gravy and delicacies and fine wines.'

'You did volunteer to come along, your Grace,' Sparhawk reminded him.

'I must have been out of my mind.'

Amba.s.sador Norkan came across the Peloi campground with an amused expression on his face.

'What's so funny?' Oscagne asked him.

'I've been observing an exquisite dance, old boy,' Norkan replied. 'I'd forgotten just how profoundly literal an Elene can be. Any number of Atan girls have approached young Sir Berit and expressed a burning interest in western weaponry. They were obviously hoping for private lessons in some secluded place where he could demonstrate how he uses his equipment.'

'Norkan,' Oscagne chided him.

'Did I say something wrong, old chap? I'm afraid my Elenic's a bit rusty. Anyway, Sir Berit's arranged a demonstration for the entire group. He's just outside the city wall giving the whole bunch of them archery lessons.'

'We're going to have to have a talk with that boy,' Kalten said to Sparhawk.

'I've been told not to,' Sparhawk said. 'My wife and the other ladies want to keep him innocent. It seems to satisfy some obscure need.'

He looked at Norkan. 'Maybe you can settle an argument for us, your Excellency. '

'I'm good at peace-making, Sir Sparhawk. It's not as much fun as starting wars, but the emperor prefers it.'

'What really happened last night, Amba.s.sador Norkan?' Vanion asked him.

'Atana Mirtai became an adult,' Norkan shrugged. 'You were there, Lord Vanion. You saw everything I did.'

'Yes, I did. Now I'd like to have it explained. Did a star really fall at the height of the ceremony? And did the gold circlet really rise from the altar and settle itself on Mirtai's head?'

'Yes. Was there a problem with that?'

'Impossible!' Zalasta exclaimed.

'You could do it, couldn't you, learned one?'

'Yes, I suppose so, but I am Styric.'

'And these are Atans?'

'That's exactly my point.'

'We were also disturbed when we first encountered the phenomenon,' Norkan told him. 'The Atans are our cousins. So, unfortunately, are the Arjuni and the Tegans. We Tamuls are a secular people, as you undoubtedly know. We have a pantheon of G.o.ds that we ignore except on holidays. The Atans only have one, and they won't even tell us what His name is. They can appeal to Him in the same way you Styrics appeal to your G.o.ds, and He responds in the same fas.h.i.+on.'

Zalasta's face suddenly went white. 'Impossible!' he said again in a choked voice. 'We'd have known. There are Atans at Sarsos. We'd have felt them using magic.'

'But they don't do it at Sarsos, Zalasta,' Norkan said patiently. 'They only use it here in Atan and only during their ceremonies.'

'That's absurd!'

'I wouldn't tell them you feel that way. They hold you Styrics in some contempt, you know. They find the notion of turning a G.o.d into a servant a bit impious. Atans have access to a G.o.d, and their G.o.d can do the same sort of things other G.o.ds do. They choose not to involve their G.o.d in everyday matters, so they only call on Him during their religious ceremonies-weddings, funerals, Rites of Pa.s.sage, and a few others. They can't understand your willingness to insult your G.o.ds by asking them to do things you really ought to do for yourselves.' He looked at Emban then with a sly sort of grin. 'It just occurred to me that your Elene G.o.d could probably do exactly the same thing. Have you ever thought of asking Him, your Grace?'

'Heresy!' Bevier gasped.

'Not really, Sir Knight. That word's used to describe someone who strays from the teachings of his own faith. I'm not a member of the Elene faith, so my speculations can't really be heretical, can they?'

'He's got you there, Bevier,' Ulath said. 'His logic's una.s.sailable.'

'It raises some very interesting questions,' Vanion mused. 'It's entirely possible that the Church blundered when she founded the Militant Orders. We may not have had to go outside our own faith for instruction in magic. If we'd asked Him the right way, our own G.o.d might have given us the help we needed.' He coughed a bit uncomfortably. 'I'll trust you gentlemen not to tell Sephrenia I came up with that. If I start suggesting that she's unnecessary, she might take it the wrong way.'

'Lord Vanion,' Emban said quite formally. 'As the representative of the Church, I forbid you to continue this speculation. This is dangerous ground, and I want a ruling from Dolmant before we pursue the matter any further-and for G.o.d's sake, don't start experimenting.'

'Ah-Patriarch Emban,' Vanion reminded him rather mildly, 'I think that you're forgetting the fact that as the Preceptor of the Pandion Order, my rank in the Church is the same as yours. Technically speaking, you can't forbid me to do anything.'

'Sparhawk's the Preceptor now.'

'Not until he's been confirmed by the Hierocracy, Emban. I'm not trying to demean your authority, old boy, but let's observe the proprieties, shall we? It's the little things that keep us civilised when we're far from home.'

'Aren't Elenes fun?' Oscagne said to Norkan.

'I was just about to make the same observation myself.'

They met with King Androl and Queen Betuana later that morning. Amba.s.sador Oscagne explained their mission in the flowing Tamul tongue.

'He's skirting around your rather unique capabilities, Sparhawk,' Sephrenia said quietly. A faint smile touched her lips. 'The emperor's officials seem a little unwilling to admit that they're powerless and that they had to appeal for outside help.'

Sparhawk nodded. 'We've been through it before,' he murmured. 'Oscagne was very concerned about that when he spoke to us in Chyrellos. It seems a little shortsighted in this situation, though. The Atans make up the Tamul army. It doesn't really make much sense to keep secrets from them.'

'Whatever made you think that politics made sense, Sparhawk?'

'I've missed you, little mother,' he laughed.

'I certainly hope so.'

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