“You are a good boy, Eon,” said the hunter. “Tomorrow you will be proclaimed a man, and I will no longer be your dawazz. So I will say this now, and only this once.”
Ousanas bowed his head, just slightly. “It has been a privilege to be your dawazz, and a pleasure. And I do not really think, when all is said and done, that my labor has been that of Sisyphus.”
Eon stared up at the tall figure of the man who had guided him, and taught him, and—most of all—chastened and chastised him for all those years. There was a hint of moisture in his eyes.
“And I could not have found,” he replied, “not anywhere in the world, a better man to be my dawazz.”
Tentatively, almost timidly, Eon reached out his hand and placed it on Ousanas’ arm. “You have nothing to fear tomorrow,” he said softly.
The normal and proper relation between dawazz and prince returned. Ousanas immediately slapped Eon on his head. Very hard.
“Fool boy!” he cried. “Of course I have something to fear! Entire Dakuen sarwe—half of it, anyway, and that’s more than enough to do for my poor bones!—will be standing in judgement. Of me, not you!”
He turned to Antonina, his face twisting into a grimace. His eyes were almost bulging. “Axumite sarwen most pitiless creatures in universe! Soldiers—cruel and brutal! And this—this—” He pointed an accusing finger at Eon. “This idiot prince says I have nothing to fear!”
He threw up his hands. “I am lost!” he cried. “Years of work—for nothing. Boy still as mindless as ever!” Again, he began stalking off. Over his shoulder: “Royalty stupid by nature, as I’ve always said. The Dakuen sarwe will do what it wills, cretin-maybe-someday-king! Pay no attention to you.”
Antonina and Eon began following him. Faintly, they could hear Ousanas’ grumbling.
“Idiot Ethiopians and their imbecile customs. Had any sense, they’d beat the prince instead of the poor dawazz.” A low, heartfelt moan. “Why did I ever do this? Could have stayed in central Africa. Doing simple safe work. Hunting lions and elephants, and other sane endeavors.”
Antonina leaned over and whispered: “Is he really worried, Eon? About the judgement, tomorrow?”
Eon smiled. “I do not think so, not really. But you know Ousanas. All that philosophy makes him gloomy.” His expression changed, a bit. “And he is right about the one thing. Only the Dakuen sarwe’s opinion will matter, come tomorrow morning. It is not a public ceremony. No one else will be there—not even the king himself. Only the soldiers of my regiment.”
Antonina started with surprise. “But—why then was I invited? Wahsi asked me to come, just yesterday. He was quite insistent about it—and he’s now the commander of the regiment.”
Eon cocked his eye at her. “You are not a guest, Antonina. You will be there as a witness.”
* * *
When the Ta’akha Maryam was looming before them, Antonina shook off her pensive thoughts and remembered her mission. With a few quick steps, she caught up with Ousanas.
“I really think we should go visit the Tomb of Bazen,” she said, “before we return to the royal compound. And the rock-cut burial pits nearby! Eon’s told me all about them.”
Ousanas stopped dead in his tracks and stared down at her.
“What for?” he demanded, scowling. “They’re just more graves, for ancient men possessed by ridiculous notions of their importance in the scheme of things.” With a snort: “Besides, they’re empty. Robbers—sane men!—plundered them long ago.”
Patiently, Antonina explained.
“Because, Ousanas, I really think the negusa nagast would appreciate a full day to consult with his advisers, without the presence of the Roman Empire’s ambassador. Two full days, actually—since I’ll be tied up all day tomorrow at the Dakuen sarwe’s ceremony.”
Ousanas was not mollified. Rather the contrary, in fact.
“Marvelous,” he growled. “I’d forgotten. One of the witnesses for the prince’s sanity is a madwoman herself. Come to Axum to propose all-out war against the world’s most powerful empire, for no good reason except that her husband has visions.”
He resumed his stalking, headed now toward the Tomb of Bazen to the east. Antonina and Eon followed, a few steps behind.