Afterwards, they dined at a tavern not far away. Crowds again. There were many soldiers. Carullus greeted and was saluted by a number of them when they entered, but then, still being solicitous, chose a booth at the very back, away from the noise. He had her sit with her back to the tumult, so she wouldn’t even have to look at anyone but Vargos or himself. He ordered food and wine for the three of them, jesting easily with the server. He had lost a great deal of money on one particular race in the afternoon, Kasia gathered. It didn’t seem to have subdued him very much. He was not, she had come to realize, a man easily subdued.
He felt outraged beyond words, violated and assaulted, undermined in his very sense of who he was. He had shouted in profane rage, lashed out in wild fury, sending fountains of water splashing from the bath, soaking a number of them.
They had laughed. And given the wide swath already cut from him while he’d lain back at his ease, eyes innocently closed in the wonderfully warm, scented water, Crispin had had no real choice any more When he’d finished snarling and swearing and vowing obscenely violent acts that appeared only to amuse them further, he’d had to let them complete what they’d begun-or look like a crazed madman.
They finished shaving off his beard.
It seemed that the fashion at the court of Valerius and Alixana was for smooth-cheeked men. Barbarians, hinterland soldiers, provincials who couldn’t know better, wore facial hair, the eunuch wielding the scissors and then the gleaming razor said, making a moue of ineffable distaste. They looked like bears, goats, bison, other beasts, he opined.
‘What do you know about bison?’ Crispin had rasped bitterly.
‘Nothing in the least! Thanks be to holy Jad in his mercy!’ the eunuch with the razor had replied fervently, making the sign of the sun disk with the blade, eliciting laughter from his fellows.
Men at court, he explained patiently, manipulating the razor with precision as he spoke, had a duty to the god and the Emperor to appear as civilized as they could. For a red-headed man to wear a beard, he’d added firmly, was as much a provocation, a sign of ill-breeding, as … as breaking wind during the sunrise invocation in the Imperial Chapel.
Waiting, some time later, in an antechamber of the Attenine Palace, clad in silk for only the second time in his life, with soft, close-fitting leather shoes and a short, dark green cloak pinned to his shoulder over the long, dove grey tunic bordered in textured black, Crispin couldn’t stop touching his own face. His hand kept wandering up of its own accord. They had held up a mirror for him in the bath: a splendid one, ivory-handled, a design of grapes and leaves etched on the silver back, the glass wonderfully true, next to no distortion.
A stranger had gazed back at him, wet and pale and angry-looking. Smooth-cheeked as a child. He’d had the beard since before he met Ilandra. Over a decade now. He hardly knew or remembered the oddly vulnerable, truculent, square-chinned person he encountered in the glass. His eyes showed very blue. His mouth-his entire face-felt unguarded and exposed. He’d essayed a brief, testing smile and stopped quickly. It did not look or feel like his own face. He’d been … altered. He wasn’t himself. Not a secure feeling, as he prepared to be presented at the most intricate, dangerous court in the world, bearing a false name and a secret message. Waiting, he was still angry, taking a kind of refuge from mounting anxiety in that. He knew the Chancellor’s officials had been acting with undeniable goodwill and a good-humoured tolerance for his water-spraying fit of temper. The eunuchs wanted him to make a good impression. It reflected upon them, he’d been made to understand. Gesius’s signature had summoned him and smoothed his way here on the road. He stood now in this sumptuous, candlelit antechamber, hearing the sounds of the court beginning to enter the throne room through doors on the far side, and he was-in some complex way-a representative of the Chancellor, though he’d never even seen the man.