He entered a large chamber within the barge, somewhere deep in its bowels. At the far end, on a slightly elevated platform, sat Great Lady Sati. She was resting on an ornately carved chair made entirely of ivory. Her slender, aristocratic hands were draped loosely over the armrests. The veil was drawn back from her face, exposing the cold beauty of the young flesh.
In front of her, kneeling, were four immense men. They were naked from the waist up, holding equally naked swords in their huge hands. Great tulwars, those were. Two other such men were standing in the corners of the chamber, behind Great Lady Sati. Like the two assassins—and two others who were positioned in the corners of the room behind Narses himself—the giants were of Khmer stock. Nothing of India’s flesh resided in those men.
But Narses paid them almost no attention at all. As soon as he entered the room, his eyes were drawn to the man sitting on a slightly less majestic chair directly to Great Lady Sati’s right. Nanda Lal, that was. One of Emperor Skandagupta’s first cousins, and the chief spymaster of the Malwa Empire.
The sight of Nanda Lal caused Narses’ already-frigid soul to freeze completely. The sensation of relief was almost overwhelming.
Familiar ground, then. So be it.
A small stool was placed in the center of the floor, atop the rich carpet, perhaps ten feet from the elevated platform. Just close enough to Great Lady Sati and Nanda Lal to enable easy conversation, but allowing the giant bodyguards the space needed to maintain a shield before Link’s human sheath.
Narses did not wait for an invitation. He simply moved to the stool and took a seat. Then, hands placed on knees, waited in silence.
The silence went on for perhaps a minute, as Link and Nanda Lal scrutinized him. Then Great Lady Sati spoke.
“Are you loyal to Malwa, Narses?”
The eunuch found it interesting that Sati’s voice had none of the eerie quality which his spies had reported to him, from indirect reports. It was simply the voice of a young woman. Pleasant, if chilly and aloof.
“No.” He thought to elaborate and expand, but discarded the notion. The truth only! Elaboration—expansion even more so—always carried the risk of wandering into falsehood.
“Not at all?”
“Not in the least.”
“Are you loyal only to yourself?”
“Of course.” A trace of bitterness crept into his voice. “Why would it be otherwise?”
“We have treated you well,” interjected Nanda Lal, a bit angrily. “Showered you with wealth and honors.”
Narses shrugged. “You have made me the spymaster for your finest general, and sent me off into a life of hardship and danger. Traipsing across half of Asia—at my age!—with enemies on all sides. The wealth sits idle in small coffers, locked within the emperor’s vaults, while I live in a tent.”
Nanda Lal shifted his weight in the chair, clutching the arm rests. He was a heavy man, and muscular. The chair creaked slightly in protest.
“I’m sure you’ve managed to fill your own coffers with bribes and stolen treasure!” he snapped.
Narses rasped a harsh chuckle. “Of course. Quite a bit, too, if I say so myself.”
Nanda Lal’s dark face flushed with open anger at the sneering disrespect which lurked just beneath the eunuch’s words. His heavy lips began to peel back from his teeth in a snarl. But before he could utter a word, Great Lady Sati spoke. And, this time, in the voice.
All thoughts of derision and banter fled from Narses, hearing that voice. It was sepulchral beyond any human grave or tomb. The words were still spoken with the tone produced by a young woman’s throat and mouth; but the sound of them was somehow as vast and cavernous as eternity. This, Narses knew, was the true voice of the thing called Link.
“DESIST, NANDA LAL. YOUR ANGER IS POINTLESS AND STUPID.”
Link’s young-woman-shell kept its eyes on Narses, giving the Malwa spymaster not so much as a glance. The eyes, too, seemed as empty as a moonless, cloudcast night.
“YOUR SOLE LOYALTY IS TO YOURSELF, NARSES. YOUR HEART CANNOT BE WON BY ANY CAUSE, YOUR DEVOTION BY ANY HONOR OR SENTIMENT, YOUR MIND BY ANY TREASURE. YOU SEEK, NOW AS AT ALL TIMES, SIMPLY YOUR OWN ADVANTAGE.”