‘The Eyes are here,’ said Talisman, ‘but they are hidden from us. The spirit of Oshikai told me that a foreigner was destined to find them.’
Nosta Khan spat upon the dust. ‘There are two coming, Druss and the poet. Let us hope one of them will prove to be the man of destiny.’
‘Why is Druss coming here ?’ asked Talisman.
‘I told him the Eyes would heal a friend of his who was wounded in a fight.’
‘And will they?’
‘Of course – though he’ll never have them. You think I would allow the sacred future of the Nadir to rest in the hands of a gajin? No, Talisman. Druss is a great warrior. He will be of use to us in the coming battle, after that he must be killed.’
Talisman looked closely at the little man, but said nothing. The shaman sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of water. ‘You say there is a lon-tsia inside the coffin?’
‘Yes. Silver.’
‘That is curious,’ said Nosta Khan. ‘The Shrine was plundered centuries ago. Why would the thieves leave a silver ornament behind?’
‘It would have been worn next to the skin,’ observed Talisman, ‘underneath his shirt. Perhaps they missed it. The shirt then rotted away, which is why I found it.’
‘Hmm,’ murmured Nosta Khan, unconvinced. ‘I think a spell was placed upon it, which has faded with time.’ His glittering dark eyes fixed on Talisman’s face. ‘Now let us talk about the girl. You cannot have her, Talisman; she is pledged to the Uniter and you are not he. From his line will come the great men of the future. Zhusai will be his first bride.’
Talisman felt a tight knot in his belly, and his anger rose. ‘I do not want to hear any more prophecies, shaman. I love her as I love life. She is mine.’
‘No!’ hissed Nosta Khan, leaning in close. ‘The welfare of the Nadir is your first concern – indeed it is your only concern. You want to see the day of the Uniter? Then do not meddle with his destiny. Somewhere out there,’ said Nosta Khan, waving his thin arm in the air, ‘is the man we wait for. The strands of his destiny are interwoven with that of Zhusai. You understand me, Talisman? You cannot have her!’
The young Nadir looked into Nosta Khan’s dark eyes and saw the malice lurking there. But more than that, he saw the little man was genuinely frightened. His life, even more than Talisman’s, was devoted to one end, the coming of the Uniter.
Talisman felt as if a stone had replaced his heart. ‘I understand,’ he said.
‘Good.’ The little shaman relaxed and gazed around at the warriors working on the walls. ‘It looks impressive,’ he said. ‘You have done well.’
‘Are you staying with us for the battle?’ asked Talisman coldly.
‘For a while. I shall use my powers against the Gothir. But I cannot die here, Talisman; my work is too important. If the defence fails I shall leave. I shall take the girl with me.’
Talisman’s heart lifted. ‘You can save her?’
‘Of course. Though let me speak plainly, Talisman. If you take away her virtue I shall leave her behind.’
‘You have my word, Nosta Khan. Is it good enough for you?’
‘Always, Talisman. Do not hate me, boy,’ he said sadly. ‘There are too many who do. Most of them have justification. It would hurt me for you to be among them. You will serve the Uniter well, I know this.’
‘You have seen my destiny?’
‘Yes. But some things are not to be spoken of. I need rest now.’ The shaman walked away, but Talisman called him back.
‘If you have any regard for me, Nosta Khan, you will tell me what you have seen.’
‘I have seen nothing,’ said Nosta Khan, without turning round. The little man’s shoulders sank. ‘Nothing. I do not see you riding with the Uniter. There is no future for you, Talisman. This is your moment. Relish it.’ Without looking back he moved away.
Talisman stood for a moment, then turned towards the sleeping quarters and made his way up the stairs to Zhusai’s room. She was waiting for him, her long black hair sleekly combed and shining with perfumed oil. As he entered she ran across to him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his face. Gently he pulled away from her, and told her the words of the shaman.