Part 5 (1/2)

All waited as the Emperor upon the golden throne, seat of power for two thousand years in the Empire's history, pondered his response. The a.s.sembled lords of the great and lesser houses were silent to a man. No one dared speak before the Light of Heaven.

Miranda took note of the empty chair at his side, set slightly lower on the dais. It had been placed there by Sezu's great grandmother, the legendary Lady Mara of the Acoma, Mistress of the Empire, the only person in the long history of the Tsurani people to hold that t.i.tle. In saving her house from bitter enemies, she had reformed a nation, freeing suffering millions from lives without hope. As a result of her acts a nation had risen that now placed as much importance on art, music and literature as it did on honour, bravery, and sacrifice in war. The Empire was not without its struggles and difficulties, but it had been reborn under the last three emperors despite attempts by traditionalists to steer the Empire back to old values and ways.

All eyes now turned to the Emperor as the Light of Heaven stirred.

Sezu, First of that Name, at last revealed his reaction: he looked deeply troubled. When his great grandmother had brought reform to the Empire she had also transformed the office of Emperor from an almost entirely ceremonial one to the ultimate seat of power within the Empire, and the weight of his responsibilities had already aged him beyond his thirty-six years. Softly he said, 'Dire words, indeed, Lady Miranda. We have been a relatively peaceful nation for more than two generations. Some difficulties with our neighbours in the Thuril Highlands and across the Sea of Blood to the south have kept some of our young men mantled in glory and heaped honours upon their houses. But we have not fought a major war since our invasion of your homeworld.'

Miranda nodded. The Emperor had Midkemian blood in him: Mara's Midkemian lover, Kevin, had been acknowledged father of Emperor Justin. And while that fact gave some vague sense of kins.h.i.+p, this young man was entirely Tsurani. Yet there was something else, something almost rehea.r.s.ed in his next question. 'Would it not serve if this Talnoy was removed from our lands and returned to your world?'

Miranda looked at Alenca, eldest of the Great Ones, who said, 'Light of Heaven, we have considered that, and we think it pointless. It was the renegade, Leso Varen, who provided aid to the Dasati in establis.h.i.+ng their presence here. They know now how to return, and we are sure they would do so.' He paused as if weighing his words carefully, then said, 'There is something about our world... Many of us think these Dasati have marked this world for a reason; we just don't know what that reason is.' He fell silent for a long moment, then added, 'We think the nations need to prepare for invasion.'

The Emperor was silent for a very long time to consider this. Then he spoke in what Miranda could only term a precise manner. She realized this young Emperor was no fool. He knew knew what she and Alenca were going to say before they said it! Her instinct that he had not been shocked was justified. But she wondered how he had known. She was also sure that he had rehea.r.s.ed his reply! what she and Alenca were going to say before they said it! Her instinct that he had not been shocked was justified. But she wondered how he had known. She was also sure that he had rehea.r.s.ed his reply!

'Attend me,' said the Light of Heaven formally to the a.s.sembled Council, as he stood up. The a.s.sembled lords of the Empire stood at once, for it was not permitted for any lesser being to sit in the presence of the monarch when he was not also seated. 'Our tradition is ancient, our ways time-honoured, but now we face new perils unlike any in memory. We are reminded of hallowed antiquity, of a time of myth, and the arrival of the nations over the golden bridge.

'Our lore-keepers suggest that what we fled from the Home Before Time was too monstrous a thing to even bear accounting, so no word of description, no tale or song even suggests what it was that drove us to this world. It is merely that thing from which the nations fled.' He paused for a moment, then added, 'We fear that now such a horror returns to task the nations.' He fell silent to let his words sink in. Miranda knew enough of Tsurani lore to know he had struck a chord with the lords of the High Council, for the root of Tsurani history was the Myth of Arrival. It was a tale Pug had recounted to her more than once, the image of the majestic golden bridge of light through a ma.s.sive rift across which thousands of refugees flooded into Kelewan, fleeing the terrors of the Chaos Wars. It was the foundation of every Great One's training, the birth of those people who later would become the Tsurani, instilling a deep sense of community that was the heart of every magician's oath to serve the Empire.

'It is the tradition that when the nations go to war, the Warlord is given the power to conduct the business of war. That office has remained empty for years.' Miranda could see half a dozen ruling n.o.bles looking on eagerly. One of them by rights would be granted the office, the second most powerful position in the Empire, historically at times even more important than the Golden Throne. It was the ultimate prize for any ambitious Tsurani n.o.ble. 'It is to our cousin, Tetsu of the Minwanabi, I turn.' He looked towards a grizzled n.o.ble, still powerful in bearing despite his heavy physique and grey hair. 'Will you accept this heavy burden, my lord?'

Tetsu of the Minwanabi bowed his head, barely able to contain his emotions. 'Gladly, Majesty. I live to serve: my life and honour are yours.'

The Emperor turned to the a.s.sembled lords. 'Send word to your commanders, my lords. The nations go to war. Go now and return at the second hour after sunrise tomorrow and we shall ready ourselves.' He turned to his First Advisor, an elderly man named Janain who had previously been his father's First Advisor. 'Send word to the Priests of Jastur. I will arrive at noon tomorrow to break the Holy Seal.'

Miranda glanced at Alenca, uncertain what this particular order meant. The old magician gave a slight shake of his head. But she could tell from the att.i.tude of every man in the room that this announcement was both important and alarming.

The Emperor continued, 'I will take the counsel with the Lady Miranda, the Great Ones with whom she arrived, and the Warlord.' He paused for a moment, then ended the a.s.sembly with the formal dismissal, 'Honours to your houses, my lords.'

He stepped down from dais and everyone in the room bowed, the common servants going to their knees. As the Emperor swept past, he glanced in Miranda's direction, and indicated that she should follow.

As the newly-appointed Warlord fell into step behind the Emperor, Alenca held Miranda back for a moment. Without preamble, he said, 'By breaking the seal on the temple of the War G.o.d, the Light of Heaven ensures all other matters become moot. No faction struggle, clan feud, or debt of blood may be undertaken until the temple door is again resealed, and that will not happen until final victory is achieved.' He glanced around as if worried about being overheard. 'You must understand the gravity of this. He has told them that not only are we preparing for the possibility of war, but that we are going to war.'

Miranda was confused. 'Isn't that what we wanted?'

Alenca said, 'It is not what I expected. Moreover, I never believed any emperor would again revive the office of Warlord. To promote a Minwanabi to that position...'

'What does it mean?' asked Miranda, wis.h.i.+ng not for the first time but with more fervour than ever before that her husband were here. Pug would understand all of this.

'There is an old saying, one that I am certain you have among your people as well: keep your friends close and your enemies closer. The Minwanabi were defeated by the Acoma, the Emperor's ancestors, and rather than the usual obliteration, with every living member of that family put to the sword or sold into slavery, the great Lady of the Acoma, the Mistress of the Empire, in a gesture of mercy unimaginable to any Tsurani ruling n.o.ble, allowed the Minwanabi to survive. That made one of the original five great houses a va.s.sal to a lesser house, an insult to our ancestors despite the generosity of the gesture.'

'I don't understand,' said Miranda.

'You would have to be Tsurani to understand fully, I fear,' said Alenca, motioning for Miranda to follow. 'A minor cousin, one of the last surviving members of the last true Minwanabi lord was made ruling lord and he later married an Acoma cousin, further binding the two houses together, but the insult to the Minwanabi by the Acoma was never forgotten. I suspect that breaking the seal on the temple and putting the most dangerous man in the Empire in charge of the war is our Light of Heaven's tactic to ensure that his most bitter enemy within the High Council is otherwise occupied for the foreseeable future and not exploring the possibility of regicide.'

Miranda took a deep breath to calm herself and wondered, not for the first time, if the Tsurani were truly mad.

Miranda continued to observe the young Emperor as he oversaw the conference in his private chambers. They had met only briefly on two previous occasions, the first when he was a boy in his father's court, and the second time when he a.s.sumed the throne. The later event was so dominated by Tsurani tradition that she had been in his presence for less than five minutes, and the entire conversation had been between the young Emperor and her husband. Miranda had found it annoyingly ironic that she was soundly ignored by a tradition-bound young man who owed his position entirely to a tradition-breaking woman, his great-grandmother.

And again she was being left on the edge of the conversation while the newly-appointed Warlord and the Emperor directed the bulk of the questions to Alenca and the two other senior magicians from the a.s.sembly. At one point in the hour-long interrogation she had verged on volunteering an observation, but Alenca had shot her a warning glance and a slight shake of the head and she had remained silent. Because of her husband's affections for the old man and her previous dealings with him, she followed his lead, but wondered at what he was playing.

Despite the injury done to her pride and independent nature, Miranda was impressed by how deftly the Emperor manoeuvred the discussion in the direction in which he wished it to go, deftly controlling the flow of debate and manipulating opinion. After another hour of discussion, she was now certain that despite his youth, this Sezu of the Acoma, First of that Name, Emperor of all Tsuranuanni and Light of Heaven, was n.o.body's fool. When the meeting came to a close, he had fas.h.i.+oned a consensus without once having to appeal to his own authority.

As she rose, the Emperor said, 'Lady Miranda, a moment please.'

Alenca hesitated, then bowed slightly again to the Emperor and with an expression of curiosity indicated to Miranda that he'd wait outside for her. Once the Tsurani n.o.bles and magicians had departed, the Emperor said, 'May I offer you something? Wine? I have several very good reds from your Kingdom of the Isles, as well as some of those that have been cultivated here, though I fear our hot climate makes for difficult vintages.'

Almost charmed, Miranda realized he was attempting to get her to drop her guard. She said, 'Water would be fine, Majesty.'

He signalled and almost before the gesture was finished a large ceramic goblet of fresh water was presented on a tray by a servant. While she drank, the Emperor waved away the servants and pointed to two chairs placed before a ma.s.sive window looking out over the central courtyard of the palace. 'Please, no formality,' he said in the King's Tongue, almost without accent.

She looked surprised.

'My guards are sworn to protect me and my life with their own,' he said, indicating the four remaining figures in the room, men clad in the traditional white-gold armour of the Emperor's personal guard. 'But they are men, and as such, likely to suffer the flaws of men. A word here, a chance remark there, and we are undone. So, while many here in Kelewan speak one or another of your homeworld's tongues, I ensured that none of these do.' He said this with humour, but his eyes were fixed upon Miranda and showed no mirth. 'So, what do you really think?'

'About what, Majesty?' replied Miranda as she sat in the proffered chair, a well-cus.h.i.+oned divan that faced the Emperor's. She studied his face. Like the Kingdom of the Isles and the Empire of Great Kesh on Midkemia, the Tsurani Empire was made up of diverse people, so there was no true Tsurani 'look', save that they were a short people compared to those from Midkemia. Sezu was a bit taller than average, perhaps matching Miranda's five foot nine most Tsurani men were an inch or two shorter; some were barely taller than dwarves.

Other than that, the young man appeared the icon of Tsurani n.o.bility, poised, calm, and almost impossible to read. If there was one thing about the Tsurani in general that annoyed Miranda it was their seemingly implacable composure. One rarely heard a raised voice or heated exchanges in public.

The Emperor sat down. 'You did well.'

'Thank you,' said Miranda, 'I think.'

The young man smiled and years fell away from him. 'I sometimes struggle to remember you're quite old, for you appear not that much more older than me, say an older sister or very young aunt.'

Miranda said, 'Very young.' young.'

The Emperor chuckled. 'I have been told certain things regarding your husband's whereabouts. Are those reports accurate?'

'As accurate as can be, given that he's unreachable by any means, magic or mundane,' she replied.

The Emperor leaned back, thoughtful. 'He undertakes a journey of unimaginable risk.'

Miranda's expression revealed her concern, despite her attempt to appear calm. 'As I know all too well, Majesty.'

'Then there are things I must know.'

'What would you know, Majesty?'

'The truth,' said the young monarch. 'Alenca and the others often think me still a boy and I suspect from their vantage point of advancing age. I must be but from your point of view they must seem as children.'

'I learned a long time ago, Majesty, age has little to do with wisdom. One can endure a lifetime's experiences in a few years or go through life blissfully unaware of the world's troubles around you. It depends on the person. Alenca possesses a calm appreciation of the situation in the midst of chaos I can only envy.'

The Emperor was silent as he considered what she said, then he spoke: 'My hallowed great-grandmother, Mara, had enough experience and wisdom for a dozen lifetimes, it seems.'

Miranda said nothing, wondering at the reference to the venerated woman.

'I believe your husband knew her.'

Miranda said, 'I'm not sure, Majesty. I know they met at least once over the years, but you must remember Pug was not always a welcome sight in these halls.'