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Sometimes the darkness needed to be pushed back。
Beloved Al…Rassan； the thought came to him in that moment； sharp and unexpected as a blade from beneath a friend's cloak； shall I live to shape your elegy as well？
In that innermost； jewel…like garden of the Al…Fontina those long years ago the last blind khalif of Silvenes had greeted him as a wele visitor； before the blade…from beneath a friend's cloak…had ended him。
Ammar ibn Khairan drew a breath and shook his head。 It might have been useful to have a friend here tonight； but that had never been the way he'd ordered his life； and it would be a weakness to dwell upon it now。 Almalik was dead； which was a part； a large part； of the present difficulties。
It had been decided two nights ago…though not yet made generally known…that in two weeks' time； when the white moon was full； the mercenary army of Ragosa would set out for Cartada； to wrest that city from a parricide。 They would march and ride in the name of a small boy； Zabira's elder son； who had besought the shelter and support of King Badir and the intercession of the holy stars。
Ibn Khairan stood motionless for another moment； then turned away from the water and the boats to walk back。 The last time he had been here by the lake late at night Jehane bet Ishak had been waiting by the warehouses and they had met Rodrigo Belmonte at the infirmary and he and Belmonte had left her there； laughing； and gone off to get unexpectedly drunk together。 The night of the day he had arrived； the day they had fought side by side。
Something too close there； deeply unsettling。
Jehane had looked remarkably beautiful in the banquet room tonight； he thought； inconsequentially。 His steps echoed on the planks of the wharf。 He came to the first warehouses and continued on。 The streets were empty。 He was quite alone。
She'd been gowned in crimson silk； extravagantly； with only lapis jewelry and a white shawl as gestures towards the Kindath clothing laws。 It would have been Husari who provided that dress for her； Ammar thought； and ben Avren； probably； the jewels。
Her hair adorned with gems； and the lapis at ears and throat adding brilliance to her eyes； the doctor had caused a palpable stir when she entered the banquet room； though she'd been a fixture here； pragmatic and unpretentious； from the day she arrived。 Sometimes； he thought； people reached a point where they wanted to say something different about themselves。
He had teased her this evening； about trying to catch the king's glance。 Alleged she was harboring aspirations to be the first Kindath queen in Al…Rassan。 If they start wagering on me again； she'd answered dryly…quick as ever…do let me know： I wouldn't mind making a little money this time。
He'd looked for her later； after the meal； after the music and all the verses； including his own； but she had already gone。 So had Rodrigo Belmonte； it now occurred to him。 An idle thought； wispy as a blown cloud across the moon； drifted into his mind。
The two of them； he realized； walking towards the center of the city； were the only people in Ragosa with whom he might have wanted to speak just now。 Such an odd conjunction。 Jaddite soldier； Kindath woman and physician。
Then he corrected himself。 There was a third； actually。 One more。 He doubted the chancellor of Ragosa was alone； however； and greatly doubted he would be disposed to discuss nuances of poetry just then； so late at night； with Zabira in his bed； acplished and alluring。
He was both right and wrong； as it happened。 He went home alone； in any event； to the house and garden he had leased at the edge of the palace quarter with a small part of the great wealth he had earned in the service of the last king of Cartada。
In the horse…breeding lands of Valledo the next day…the morning of the Carnival of Ragosa； in fact…they came for Diego Belmonte at the ranch of his family where he had lived all his short life。
His mother was away at the time； riding the eastern perimeter of Rancho Belmonte； supervising the spring roundup of new foals。 This absence on the part of the lady of the estate had not been planned by those who arrived at the ranch house； but they regarded it； nonetheless； as a highly fortuitous circumstance。 The lady was known to be headstrong and even violent。 She had killed a man here not long ago。 Put an arrow through him； in fact。 Nor was it assumed by those who arrived that day charged with a particular and delicate mission that Miranda Belmonte d'Alveda would regard them and their task with favor。
Mothers were chancy； at best。
There had not； in fact； been any great press of volunteers in Carcasia for this task； when word came from the castle that one of the sons of Ser Rodrigo Belmonte was to be brought west to join the army as it assembled just north of the tagra lands。
This absence of enthusiasm was accentuated when it became clear that the request for the presence of the young fellow came not from the king directly； but from the Ferrieres cleric Geraud de Chervalles。 It was de Chervalles who wanted the boy； for some reason。 A messy business； the soldiers agreed； getting tangled in the affairs of foreign clerics。 Still； the king had endorsed the request and orders were orders。 A pany of ten men had been mustered to ride east along the muddy roads to Rancho Belmonte and bring back the lad。
Many of them； it emerged in campfire discussions along the way； had had their own first taste of warfare…against the Asharites or the pigs from Jalona or Ruenda…at fourteen or fifteen years of age。 The boy was said to be almost fourteen now； and as Rodrigo Belmonte's son 。。。 well； Jad knew； he ought to be able to fight。 No one knew why the army of Valledo needed a boy； but no one put that question openly。
They came to Rancho Belmonte； riding beneath the banner of the kings of Valledo； and were met in a cleared space before the wooden pound walls by several household officials； a small； nervous cleric and two boys； one of whom they were there to claim。
The lady of the household…who would； in fact； have cheerfully killed the lot of them had she been present to learn of their mission…was elsewhere on the estate； the cleric informed them。 The leader of the troop showed him the king's seal and his mand。 The cleric…Ibero was his name…tore open the seal； read the letter then surprised them by handing it over to the two boys； who read it together。
They were utterly identical； Ser Rodrigo's two sons。 A few of the horsemen had already made the sign of Jad； discreetly。 Magic and witchcraft were said to attend upon such mirrored twins。
〃But of course；〃 said one of the boys； looking up as he finished reading。 It was evident that they could read。 〃If the king believes my 。。。 gift may be of use； if he wishes me to e； I am honored to do so。〃
The captain of the pany didn't know anything about a gift。 He didn't much care； he was simply relieved to find things going smoothly。
〃And I；〃 said the other brother quickly。 〃Where Diego goes； I also go。〃
This was not expected； but it didn't seem to pose a great problem； and the captain agreed。 If the king didn't want this other brother in Carcasia； for whatever reason； he could send him back。 With someone else。 The two boys glanced at each other and flashed identical smiles before dashing off to get ready。 Some of the soldiers glanced at each other with ironic expressions。 Youngsters； everywhere； looked forward to war。
They were very young； and not especially prepossessing either。 Slightly built； if anything。 Still； it was not a soldier's place to dwell upon orders； and these were the sons of Rodrigo Belmonte。 The riders were offered refreshments； which they accepted； and a night's lodging； which they courteously declined。 It would be imprudent； their captain decided； to push the luck that had caused the lady of Rancho Belmonte to be absent this day。 They took a cold lunch； fed and watered the horses； and provisioned themselves。
Ten men； escorting two boys and a squire of little more than the boys' age； rode west from the ranch house towards mid…afternoon of that same day； passing to the south of a copse of trees； and crossing the stream at a place Rodrigo's sons suggested。 The ranch dogs followed them that far and then went loping back。
Ibero di Vaquez had lived an uneventful； even a sedate life； given the turbulent times into which he had been born。 He was fifty…two years old。 Raised in what was now Jalona； he had e west to Esteren to study with the clerics there when quite young。 Thirteen years old； in fact。
He was a good acolyte； attentive and disciplined。 In his early twenties； he had been sent as part of a holy mission bearing relics of Queen Vasca to the High Clerics in Ferrieres and had lingered there； with permission； for two years； spending most of his time in the magnificent libraries of the great sanctuaries there。
Upon his return to Esperana he had been assigned…and had cheerfully accepted…the short…term position of cleric to the Belmontes； a moderately important ranching family in the breeding lands of the southeast。 The possibilities for advancement were certainly greater in Esteren or one of t