"I was five years old, sir. Pybus. That was the name of the brother who was in charge. I remember that. It was all his idea. And there was a... Flogni? Something like that. He was the one who said they shouldn"t disturb the dead. But he went along because brothers have to stick together. The place they were looking for was in the mountains way off to the east. It was a secret tomb. I don"t know how they knew where to find it. One of the old-time horse people conquerors was buried there. One of the ones that those people still worship. The sorcerers in the story were murdered and buried at the points of the winds so their spirits would protect the tomb. They"d be in such a rage about what happened to them, they"d destroy anybody who got close enough to notice. The one buried in the south was a woman who was also the conqueror"s lover. She laid some kind of curse on his tribe when she found out what they were going to do to her."

"Good story. I wouldn"t mind hearing the original." Princ.i.p.ate Delari never stopped moving, staying close to the wall, going round to their right. Hecht suspected they were making a long, slow circle, the Princ.i.p.ate operating with no specific destination. Delari said, "I"ve heard a story something like it, only this one happened in Lucidia."

"Sir?"

"There"s a hidden fortress in the Idium desert in Lucidia called Andesqueluz. Carved out of the living rock of a mountain. A long time ago an ugly, murderous cult operated out of there. They were exterminated by the rest of the world. Which always happens when that kind of people gets too ambitious. A few years back the great mage of Dreanger, er-Rashal al-Dhulquarnen, sent a band of Sha-lug warriors to Andesqueluz to steal the mummies of the slain sorcerers."

"Er-Rashal al-Dhulquarnen?" He misp.r.o.nounced it. "Wasn"t that the one... ?"

"He was at al-Khazen. Yes. We distracted him while you and the Emperor eliminated his a.s.sociates. We couldn"t keep him from getting away. I expect he"s back home and up to some other mischief."

"So what would he want with dead bodies? Well, you said mummies. That"s not quite the same thing."

"Specifically, mummified sorcerers who were of the first water when they were alive. Some of the worst ever. More than one lord of Andesqueluz ascended before death dragged the rest down."

"Uh... Ascended?" Hecht knew next to nothing about sorcery. He would have been d.a.m.ned if he did.

"They worked sorceries powerful enough to make themselves over into Instrumentalities of the Night. Demons, if you will. The djinn of the east were all human once. The cruel immortality was once much less difficult to achieve, and the more so near the Wells of Ihrian. One would suspect that the Dreangerean has a scheme to transform himself." Delari took careful steps sideways. Hecht followed, round a skeleton wrapped in sc.r.a.ps of rotted linen. The skull had wisps of hair attached. The empty eye sockets seemed to track him.

There were dozens of skeletons, then. Someone had ripped open countless crypts. "No jewelry," Hecht noted. Grave robbers."

"No. These are the earnest Brothen Chaldareans. They didn"t believe in jewelry. They took nothing to the grave but what they brought into the world when they were born."

"Times have changed."

"Human nature will prevail."

"If this sorcerer can turn himself into a G.o.d... Well, what"s he likely to do if he does?"

"The conventional wisdom says ascendants lose interest in their old lives. They get busy doing the same old things inside the Night, going after more and more power. But that"s really just speculation. n.o.body really knows. They don"t come back to chat about what it"s like on the other side. And there hasn"t been a lot of it happening in recent centuries. Stop!"

Delari"s voice fell to a whisper. "Say nothing. Do nothing."

The old man turned his head slowly, side to side, listening intently. Eyes shut, he sniffed the air. He breathed, "It"s time to go." He began to retrace their path carefully, straining for silence.

Hecht asked no questions. His amulet had suddenly turned bitter cold.

Something extremely unpleasant had begun to stir out in the darkness.

The old man relaxed visibly once they entered the tunnel to the Chiaro Palace.

"What happened?" Hecht finally asked.

"We almost walked right into something very dark and very powerful. It was asleep, but suddenly restless. I didn"t want to waken it." Soon afterward, he added, "It may be the thing responsible for those grotesque murders. Now we know where it dens up, we can go after it."

"Why not now?"

"Because I"m one old man, by myself, all alone, and worn out from showing you this tiny slice of the world below." A chuckle. "And because I"m unarmed and it felt like it might be nastier than anyone guessed before."

6. The Princess in Plemenza

Princess Helspeth started angry. Algres Drear kept dragging his heels. She stayed angry. Drear persisted in his claim that waiting a few weeks would make for a dramatically easier journey. Weather was Drear"s determined ally in thwarting her desires. Her most fervent desire.

She wanted to be in her city of Plemenza. Now Now.

Weather be d.a.m.ned, just days after Lothar bestowed the Plemenza honors, Helspeth and those of her household hardy enough moved from Alten Weinberg to Hochwa.s.ser, on the Bleune. Hochwa.s.ser was a ghost town just beginning to show signs of life because the Emperor was expected. The Bleune was wide, filthy, and speckled with floes of ice, some the size of warships.

The serious delays came at Hochwa.s.ser.

Couriers reported only one pa.s.s even remotely usable. This was the worst winter on record. Only the toughest, most determined travelers had any hope of getting through. Helspeth was determined to try. And did, accompanied only by Captain Drear and two Braunsknechts who felt the eyes of Johannes Blackboots"s ghost crisping the backs of their necks. They refused to let Hansel"s baby girl go alone once it was clear she could not be dissuaded.

Helspeth demonstrated a stubbornness the Braunsknechts found disturbing. Weather did not stop her. Cold did not stop her. The threat of frostbite did not intimidate her. The presence in the mountains of something abidingly awful did not frighten her into turning back, though it stalked them for days, singing in the wind. Algres Drear was both impressed and deeply concerned.

That was a prince of the Night out there. Something remarkably wicked and cruel, a near G.o.d. You needed no mystic talent to sense it. Yet, this time, it was content to stay its evil. And the folk below the mountains were amazed and disturbed.

This dread spirit had sown terror liberally for close to a year, its predations worsening dramatically with the weather. Those who claimed expertise in the forms a.s.sumed by the Night believed it must be some wind-stalking demon-thing somehow displaced from the realms of permanent ice now advancing from the north.

Ignorant folk concluded that the Princess was favored by G.o.d. Or was about to become a bride of the Night. Each conclusion led to its special set of fears.

Helspeth reached Plemenza two weeks before spring officially commenced. In a punishing sleet storm that coated men and animals with ice and left the footing so treacherous she thought she might die on the cobblestone street after having survived the worst handed her by the high Jagos.

Other Braunsknechts and hangers-on dribbled in throughout the following month. Following an annoyingly dramatic change of weather that began almost as soon as she reached the Dimmel Palace. Ten days later there was no snow or ice to be seen on the Firaldian side of the Jago Mountains. Traffic through the range normalized quickly.

Algres Drear never said a word.

Which made Helspeth want to cane him with a bamboo flail till he puked up the smug "Told you so!" smiling behind his calm gray eyes.

More galling still was an illness that claimed her for several weeks. Her cough became frighteningly fierce.

Ferris Renfrow reentered Helspeth"s life at the height of her fever. She lay in bed, curtains drawn. She was always too hot or too cold, always exhausted from continuous coughing. She pretended sleep to evade her fussing women. Worst were Lady Chevra diNatale and Lady Delta va Kelgerberg. The former was an unpleasant old cow related to the former Counts of Plemenza. Lady Delta was just four years Helspeth"s senior but ancient in her perception of the way an Imperial Princess should comport herself. Lady Chevra was a devoted Brothen Episcopal and, probably, a tool of the Council Advisory. Va Kelgerberg was a devoted companion but tedious to the point of excruciation.

The true, deep horror was that both women believed they knew best what was best for Princess Helspeth Ege.

When Helspeth first heard Renfrow she thought it was the fever talking. Purely wishful thinking. He would not enter her personal quarters.

Renfrow asked about her health.

"She brought this on herself," Lady Delta opined, with a superior sniff. "She"s a spoiled, willful child. Much too selfish and far too stubborn. She will have what she will, when she wills it, never mind the cost of her self-indulgence to others. It"s a miracle Algres Drear and those two sergeants..."

Chuckling, Renfrow interjected, "It runs in the family."

"Johannes was willful but never petty. Nor was he particularly selfish. His stubbornness wasn"t about himself or his pleasures. It was always about what was best for the Empire. Sir, this child could become our Empress. In a moment, if G.o.d has a bad afternoon. Where will we be if she won"t grow up?"

"She"s bright. She"ll learn."

"She hasn"t given us any reason to hope."

"Algres Drear is a good man."

"Who would make a lot more headway if he"d paddle her when she wants to do something as stupid as crossing the Jagos during the winter."

"I"ll talk to her. She took risks that make no sense. I suspect that she didn"t understand the dangers, then got lucky. There"s a baron of the Night on the prowl up there. Nothing as terrible has been seen since the early days of the Old Empire. Maybe she caught it napping. Maybe the cold slowed it down. It wasn"t as nasty as it should have been. I"m no expert. I can"t consult the people who are. They"re all Sublime"s lackeys. But I saw the monster"s handiwork. We can only thank G.o.d that it took no interest in the child."

Helspeth wanted to be angry with Delta. She did not indulge. Renfrow was much more critical. Renfrow had always been a demi-G.o.d, the iron hammer that forged the Emperor"s finished will. If Renfrow found her lacking, then she needed to do some serious self-examination.

Helspeth Ege"s circ.u.mstances compelled her to live inside herself but she did not do much introspection.

Lady Delta"s remarks touched home. Renfrow"s criticism kicked the door of her soul wide open.

She did not believe she would become Empress so saw no need to prepare. Others obviously did not concur.

Eges seldom died of the complications of old age. And Lothar, of course, was not expected to survive the year again this year.

Ferris Renfrow asked to be summoned when the princess could see him. He did not hint that she might not be so inclined.

Helspeth was not so inclined. Who did Renfrow think he was, talking like that?

It took time to sink in.

Those nearest to her did not like her much. Her own behavior was the cause.

She did get it. Katrin would not have done.

It was not seemly that the Princess should entertain a man alone. There could be no hint of a possibility of a chance of a stain on her reputation. Not when she was on the marriage market. But she did not want the usual ladies there, eavesdropping for the Council Advisory, the Patriarch, her brother or sister, or anyone else.

She was sure her women were all spies.

She told Renfrow as much.

He nodded. "Of course. You"re an object of considerable value." The Imperial spymaster accepted tea from one of the younger girls attending Helspeth this morning. She hoped these vacuous daughters and granddaughters would garble whatever they overheard. "You have no friends."

Helspeth crushed an angry retort. What others thought should not matter. But it did. Renfrow"s conversation with Delta and Chevra hurt.

Renfrow revealed striking white teeth, smiling. He was enamored of the eastern custom of cleaning his teeth.

Helspeth halfheartedly cared for her own teeth, only because it was fashionable.

"You"re right. I have no friends. I"m more alone than I imagined it was possible to be when I came here." Hurrying because most all of her happy memories included Plemenza.

"You"re surrounded by people who could become your friends. If you"d let them. Most of these people do want the best for you."

She did not respond. She did not know what to say. Until, "My world ended when my father died. Before that, even though I never saw him much, I belonged. I had my place. Not much was demanded of me. Katrin and I spoiled Mushin. We played at being girl soldiers. Papa indulged us. Especially me."

"Because you were so much like him. It was a fantasy. Which he recognized for what it was. But he enjoyed letting you be the son that Lothar couldn"t. A cruel jest on G.o.d"s part."

Helspeth sipped her tea. "Must be a side-splitter. Look around. All the strong rulers have weak successors behind them."

"There are succession problems, here and there. But King Peter"s son-as much as can be told from an infant-should be a worthy successor. And Anne of Menand will, likely, prove forceful after she becomes King of Arnhand."

Helspeth overlooked the sharpness. "I wish my father hadn"t charged into al-Khazen like that."

"Excepting Grand Duke Omro and his cronies, most everyone would agree. We may never recover from the loss. But the Grail Empire doesn"t run on "what if?" and wishful thinking. Most of the time."

"If he was alive I wouldn"t be here like this."

"Or you might be. With the same household. Your father was greatly concerned about what he started, letting you girls play at being boys. You in particular worried him. You kept throwing on armor and trying to get into fights. Al-Khazen would"ve been the last straw. You might"ve ended up in a nunnery."

"No."

"He considered it."

Helspeth was stunned. "But I thought... I thought that"s what he wanted. I thought he"d be hugely proud."

"He would"ve been, in his secret heart. But he was the Emperor. He had to consider appearances. And your welfare. And you did get into a situation where you had to be rescued by Patriarchals."

Again Helspeth stifled a sharp rejoinder. He was right.

"All right. I did. The Captain-General himself saved me."

A small smile from Renfrow. "I saw him a few months ago."

She failed to mask her interest.

He said, "He"s well."

"And?"

"And ready to become a serious burr under the Imperial saddle. Clearenzas could keep happening now that Sublime can afford to build up his forces."

"What would Papa do?"

"Probably summon the levies and march on Brothe. Stop it before it can get going."