The guard returned with a plate of cold meats and a fresh jug of wine. ‘Send Banouin to me,’ said Nalademus, taking the plate, and stuffing a handful of ham into his mouth. Moments later there was a rap at the door, and the slim, dark-haired Rigante entered.
‘My heart is pounding,’ said Nalademus. ‘Prepare me a tisane.’
‘The emperor is alive,’ said Banouin, his voice soft, almost sorrowful. Nalademus jerked, his great head coming up, his eyes peering at the younger man.
‘What do you know of this?’
‘Everything, lord. I am a seer. Among my people I would have become a druid. Last night I had a vision. It was one I first had several years ago. My friend Bane was moving through strange corridors, the walls alive and rustling. A beast was stalking him. There was an older man with him – a man I did not know. Now I do. His name is Rage. Last night a group of killers tried to murder the emperor, by releasing a wild beast into the maze in his garden. A huge creature – a striped lion. It had been starved for some time. One of the assassins felled the emperor with a blow to the head, then smeared him with blood, and left him for the lion. Fortunately for Jasaray my friend Bane, and his comrade, Rage, entered the maze and killed the beast. Then Jasaray summoned his loyal guards and Voltan was arrested.’
Nalademus sat stunned, his mind struggling to grasp what the boy was saying. ‘If this happened last night,’ he said, ‘why have the emperor’s guards not come for me?’
Banouin walked past him and stared out over the balcony, where the last of the Knights were marching out into the city. Nalademus heard the sounds of marching feet, and his heart stuttered. Jasaray knew of today’s cull. He was waiting for the Temple to empty.
Nalademus stumbled out onto the balcony and shouted at the departing troops. ‘Come back!’ he yelled. They did not hear him. He stood for a moment, his thick fingers gripping the stone of the balcony rim, his knuckles white. Then he looked into the calm face of the young man beside him. ‘What can I do, Banouin?’
Banouin sighed. ‘I am going home, lord. Back to my people. I should never have come here.’
‘Help me!’
‘No-one can help you.’ Banouin turned away and moved towards the door. Nalademus lunged out, grabbing Banouin’s arm.
‘It was you!’ screamed Nalademus. ‘You betrayed me!’ Banouin lifted his hand and touched Nalademus lightly on the chest. The Stone elder’s restraining hand spasmed open and Banouin continued to walk towards the door. Nalademus took a deep breath, ready to shout to the guards to kill the boy, to cut him down before his eyes. Banouin looked at him, and Nalademus found his throat constricting. Then the Rigante was gone.
Nalademus, his heart beating wildly, lumbered out onto the balcony. He felt dizzy and nauseous. Out on the avenue he saw a unit of foot soldiers marching towards the barracks, the morning sunlight shining on their silver armour and their white plumes. They were Jasaray’s Royal Guards.
Nalademus stepped back, trod on his crimson robe and fell to the floor. He scrambled to his knees then ran to the dining table. Picking up a knife he sawed at his fat wrist. But the blade was too blunt. The Royal Guards came through the gate. Nalademus tore open the door to the outer corridor. There were two of his guards there. ‘Give me your sword,’ he ordered the first.
‘My sword?’
Nalademus grabbed the hilt of the man’s gladius, wrenching it clear of the scabbard. From below came the sounds of a commotion, and voices raised in anger. Nalademus moved slowly back into his apartment, and gazed around at the rich hangings and decorations, the shelves lined with tomes, the golden goblets. And through the balcony window he could see the white and perfect glory of the city.
He fell to his knees and reversed the sword. Wrenching open his robes he placed the blade against his chest, the hilt against the floor. Then he threw himself forward. The hilt slipped, the blade merely slicing through the skin above his sternum and lodging under his collar bone. Hands grabbed him, hauling him to his feet. ‘No!’ he wailed. ‘No!’