He seemed quite puffed-up with his own importance and failed to look behind him. He was thus unaware of the fact that his troops had discreetly gone somewhere else.
He continued to deliver his peremptory commands in a shrill voice, demanding this and insisting on that until Sparhawk loosened Faran’s reins and rode him down at a deliberate walk. Faran made a special point of grinding his steal-shod hooves into a number of very sensitive places in the officer’s body.
‘Peel better now?’ Sparhawk asked his horse.
Faran nickered wickedly.
“Kalten,’ Vanion said, ‘let’s get started. Break the column up into groups of ten. Fan out through the city and let it be generally known that the Knights of the Church offer their protection to any Patriarch desiring to go to the Basilica to participate in the voting.
‘Yes,My Lord Vanion,‘Kalten said. ‘I’lll go and wake up the Holy City. I’m sure everybody is breathlessly waiting to hear the news I bring.
‘Do you think there’s ever going to be any hope that someday he’ll grow up?’ Sparhawk said.
“I rather hope not,’ Vanion said gently. ‘No matter how old the rest of us get, we’ll always have an eternal boy in our midst. That’s sort of comforting, really.’
The Preceptors, followed by Sparhawk, his friends and a twenty-man detachment under the command of Sir Perraine proceeded along the broad avenue.
Dolmant’s modest house was guarded by a platoon of soldiers, and Sparhawk recognized their officer as one loyal to the Patriarch of Demos. “Thank God!’ the young man exclaimed as the knights reined in just outside Dolmant’s gate. ‘We were in the area and thought we’d stop by to pay a courtesy call,’ Vanion said with a dry smile. ‘His Grace has been well, I trust?’
‘He’ll be much better now that you and your friends are here, My Lord. It’s been a bit tense here in Chyrellos.’
“I can imagine. Is His Grace still awake?’
The officer nodded. “He’s meeting with Emban, Patriarch of Ucera. Perhaps you know him, My Lord?’
‘Heavy-set fellow – sort of jolly?’
‘That’s him, My Lord. I’ll tell His Grace you’ve arrived. ‘
Dolmant, Patriarch of Demos, was as lean and severe as always, but his ascetic face actually broke into a broad smile when the Church Knights trooped into his study.
“you made good time, gentlemen,’ he told them. “You all know Emban, of course.’ He indicated his stout fellow Patriarch.
Emban was definitely more than ‘heavy-set’. ‘Your study’s starting to resemble a foundry, Dolmant,’ he chuckled, looking around at the armoured knights. ‘I haven’t seen so much steel in one place in years.’
.Comforting, though,’ Dolmant said.
“Oh my, yes.’
‘How do things stand in Cimmura, Vanion?’ Dolmant asked intently.
‘I’m happy to report that Queen Ehlana has recovered and now has her government firmly in her own hands,’
Vanion replied.
‘Thank God!’ Emban exclaimed. “I think Annias just went into bankruptcy. ‘
“You managed to find the Bhelliom then?’ Dolmant asked Sparhawk.
Sparhawk nodded. ‘Would you like to see it, Your Grace?’ he asked.
“I don’t believe so, Sparhawk. I’m not supposed to admit its power, but I’ve heard some stories – folklorish superstition no doubt – but let’s not take any chances.’
Sparhawk heaved an inward sigh of relief. He did not much fancy another encounter with that flickering shadow nor the prospect of walking around for several days with the uneasy feeling that someone might be aiming a crossbow at him.
‘It’s peculiar that the news of the queen’s recovery hasn’t reached Annias yet,’ Dolmant observed. “At least He’s shown no signs of chagrin so far. ‘
‘I’d be very surprised if he’s heard of it yet, Your Grace,’ Komier rumbled. ‘Vanion sealed the city to keep the Cimurans at home. As I understand it, people who try to leave are turned back quite firmly.’
‘You didn’t leave your Pandions there, did you, Vanion?’
‘No, Your Grace. We found assistance elsewhere. How’s the Archprelate?’
‘Dying,’ Emban replied. ‘Of course, he’s been dying for several years, but he’s a little more serious about it this time.’
‘Is Otha making any more moves, Your Grace?’
Darellon asked.
Dolmant shook his head. “He’s still encamped just inside the border of Lamorkand. He’s making ‘all kinds of threats and demanding that the mysterious Zemoch treasure be returned to him. ‘It’s not so mysterious, Dolmant,’ Sephrenia told him.
‘He wants Bhelliom, and he knows Sparhawk has it.’
“Someone’s bound to suggest that Sparhawk turn it over to him in order to prevent an invasion,’ Emban suggested.
“That will never happen, Your Grace,’ she said firmly.
‘We’ll destroy it first.’
‘Have any of the Patriarchs who were in hiding returned as yet?’ Preceptor Abriel asked.
‘Not a one,’ Emban snorted. ‘They’re probably down the deepest ratholes they can find by now. tWo of them had fatal accidents a couple of days ago, and the rest went to ground.’.We have knights scouring the city looking for them,’
Preceptor Darellon reported. ‘Even the most timid of rabbits might regain some degree of courage if they’re protected by Church Knights.’
“Darellon,’ Dolmant said reproachfully.
.Sorry, Your Grace,’ Darellon said perfunctorily.
“Will that change the numbers?’ Komier asked Talen.
‘The two that died, I mean?’
“No, My Lord,’ Talen said. “We weren’t counting them anyway. ‘
Dolmant looked puzzled.
‘The lad has a gift for figures,’ Komier explained. ‘He can compute things in his head faster than I can with a pencil.’
.Sometimes you amaze me, Talen,’ Dolmant said.
‘Could I perhaps interest you in a career in the Church?’
“Counting the contributions of the faithful, Your Grace?’
Talen asked eagerly.
Ah – no, I don’t think so, Talen.’
“Have the votes changed at all, Your Grace?’ Abriel asked.
Dolmant shook his head. ‘Annias still has a simple majority. He can bull through anything ‘that isn’t a matter Of sUbstanCe. His toadies are calling for votes on just about anything that comes up. He wants to keep a running count for one thing, and the voting keeps us all locked in the audience chamber.
“The numbers are about to change, Your Grace,’
Komier said. ‘My friends and I have decided to participate this time.’
“Now that’s unusual,’ Patriarch Emban said. ‘The Preceptors of the militant orders haven’t participated in a vote of the herocracy for two hundred years. ‘
. “We’re still welcome, aren’t we, Your Grace?’
As far as I’m concerned you are, Your Grace. Annias might not like it too much, though.’
‘How very unfortunate for him. What does that do to the numbers, Talen?’
‘It just went up from sixty-nine votes to seventy-one and a fraction, my Lord Komier. That’s the 60 per cent Annias needs.”
‘And a simple majority?’
‘He’s still got that. He only needs sixty-one.’
‘I don’t think any of the neutral Patriarchs will go over to him on a matter of substance until he meets their price, ‘
Dolmant said. ‘They’ll probably abstain, and then Annias needs -‘ he frowned, thinking hard.
‘Sixty-six votes, Your Grace,’ Talen supplied. ‘He’s one vote short.)
“Delightful boy,’ Dolmant murmured. ‘Our best course then is to make every vote a vote of substance – even a vote to light more candles.’
‘How do we do that?’ Komier asked. “I’m a little rusty on the procedure.’
Dolmant smiled faintly. ‘One of us rises to his feet and says “‘substance”.’
‘Won’t we just be voted down?’
Emban chuckled. ‘Oh no, my dear Komier,’ he said.
“A vote on whether a question is a matter of substance or not is itself a matter of substance. I think we’ve got him, Dolmant. That one vote he doesn’t have will keep him off the Archprelate’s throne.’
“Unless he can get his hands on some money,’ Dolmant said, ‘or unless more Patriarchs happen to die. How many of us does he have to kill in order to win, Talen?’
“All of you might help him a bit,’ Talen grinned.
“Mind your manners,’ Berit barked.
‘Sorry,’ Talen apologized, ‘I should have added “Your Grace”, I suppose. Annias needs to reduce the total number voting by at least two in order to have the 60
per cent he needs, Your Grace.’
‘We’ll have to assign knights to protect the loyal Patriarchs then,’ Abriel said, ‘and that’s going to reduce the number out in the city trying to locate the missing members. It’s starting to hinge on taking control of the streets. We need Wargun here very badly.’
Emban looked at him, puzzled.
‘It’s something we came up with at Demos, Your Grace,’ Abriel explained. ‘Annias is intimidating Patriarchs because Chyrellos is awash with church soldiers. If a Patriarch – either you or Patriarch Dolmant – declares a religious crisis and orders Wargun to suspend operations down in Arcium and to bring his armies here to Chyrellos, the whole picture changes. The intimidation starts going The other way at that point.’
Abriel,’ Dolmant said in a pained voice, “we do not elect an Archprelate by intimidation.’