‘Tonight. After midnight.’
‘Why so late?’
‘With luck the commander will be sleeping. He will be drowsy and less inclined to question me.’
‘This is a great risk, Lord Earl.’
‘Don’t remind me.’
‘I wish we could have descended on the fortress with ten thousand tulwars.’
‘Yes,’ agreed Scaler uneasily. ‘That would have been nice. Still, never mind!’
‘You are a strange man, my Lord. Always the jest.’
‘Life is sad enough, Magir. Laughter is a thing to be treasured.’
‘Like friendship,’ said the Sathuli.
‘Indeed.’
‘Was it hard being dead?’
‘Not as hard as it is to be alive without hope.’
Magir nodded solemnly. ‘I hope this venture is not in vain.’
‘Why should it be?’
‘I do not trust the Nadir.’
‘You are a suspicious man. Magir. I trust Tenaka Khan. When I was a child, he saved my life.’
‘Then he too is reborn?’
‘No.’
‘I do not understand.’
‘I did not rise full-grown from the grave, Magir. I grew like any other child.’
‘There is much I do not understand. But we shall leave it for another day. Now it is time to prepare.’
Scaler nodded, amazed at his own stupidity. How easily could a man betray himself.
Magir watched Scaler don the black armour, and he wondered. He was not a stupid man and he sensed the unease in the Earl, knowing in that moment that all was not as he had believed. And yet the spirit of Joachim had trusted him.
It was enough.
Scaler tightened the saddle-cinch on the black gelding and swung to the saddle, hooking the helm over the pommel.
‘Farewell, my friend,’ he said.
‘May the god of fortune rest with you,’ answered Magir.
Scaler heeled the gelding away through the trees. He rode for over an hour until at last the southern gates of Delnoch appeared before him, the great wall spanning the pass. It was so long since he had been home.
Two sentries saluted as he rode under the portcullis gate, turning left to the doors of the keep. A soldier came forward and took the reins as he dismounted.
Scaler marched forward and another sentry approached.
‘Take me to the Gan,’ ordered Scaler.
‘Gan Paldin is asleep, sir.’
‘Then wake him!’ snapped Scaler, keeping his voice bleak and cold.
‘Yes, sir. Follow me, sir,’ said the man.
He led Scaler down the long torch-lit corridor, through the Hall of Heroes lined with statues and on up the marble staircase to Paldin’s quarters. Once they had belonged to Scaler’s grandfather. The sentry rapped on the door several times before a sleepy voice answered; the door swung open. Gan Paldin had pulled on a woollen robe. He was a short man of middle years, with large, protruding dark eyes. Scaler disliked him instantly.
‘Could this not have waited?’ asked Paldin testily.
Scaler handed over the scroll and Paldin ripped it open and read it swiftly.
‘Well,’ he said, ‘is that it? Or is there a personal message?’
‘I have another message, my Lord. From the emperor himself. He is expecting aid from the north and you are to allow the Nadir general through the gates. You understand?’
‘How strange,’ murmured Paldin. ‘Let them through, you say?’
‘That is correct.’
Paldin swung round, seizing a dagger from his bedside table. The blade swung up, resting on Scaler’s throat.
‘Then perhaps you would explain the meaning of this message?’ he said, holding up the scroll for Scaler to read.
‘Watch out for Nadir army. Hold at all costs. Ceska:
‘I do not intend to stand here for much longer with a knife at my throat,’ said Scaler stonily. ‘I do not wish to kill a general. Remove it this instant – or face the fury of the Templars.’
Paldin blanched but he removed the knife. The sentry had drawn his sword and was standing behind Scaler.
‘Good,’ said Scaler. ‘Now read the message again. You will note that it says,”Watch out for Nadir army.” Hence my message to you. “Hold at all costs” refers to the rebels and the damned Sathuli. What the emperor required of you is that you obey him. He needs the Nadir – you understand?’
‘It is not clear.’