‘Not us. We too are brothers of blood, you forget. And I still command the warriors of the six tribes.’
‘And how do you think the other noble warriors feel? They have all followed the time-honoured path of blooding and worthy deeds in battle. They now find themselves usurped-’
‘The first warrior under my command who complains will know the edge of my sword.’
‘That edge may grow dull and notched.’
‘No. There will be no rebellion.’
After a moment, Trull nodded. ‘You are probably right, and that is perhaps the most depressing truth yet spoken this day.’
Fear stood. ‘You are my brother, Trull, and a man I admire. But you walk close to treason with your words. Were you anyone else I would have silenced you by now. With finality. No more, Trull. We are an empire now. An empire reborn. And war awaits us. And so I must know – will you fight at the sides of your brothers?’
Trull leaned his back against the rough wall. He studied Fear for a moment, then asked, ‘Have I ever done otherwise?’
His brother’s expression softened. ‘No, you have not. You saved us all when we returned from the ice wastes, and that is a deed all now know, and so they look upon you with admiration and awe. By the same token, Trull, they look to you for guidance. There are many who will find their decisions by observing your reaction to what has happened. If they see doubt in your eyes…’
‘They will see nothing, Fear. Not in my eyes. Nor will they find cause for doubt in my actions.’
‘I am relieved. The emperor shall be calling upon us soon. His brothers of blood.’
Trull also rose. ‘Very well. But for now, brother, I feel in need of solitude.’
‘Will that prove dangerous company?’
If it does, then I am as good as dead . ‘It hasn’t thus far, Fear.’
‘Leave me now, Hannan Mosag,’ the emperor said, his voice revealing sudden exhaustion. ‘And take the K’risnan with you. Everyone, go – not you, slave. Mayen, you too, wife. Please go.’
The sudden dismissal caused a moment of confusion, but moments later the chamber was vacated barring Rhulad and Udinaas. To the slave’s eyes, Mayen’s departure looked more like flight, her gait stilted as if driven by near hysteria.
There would be more moments like this, Udinaas suspected. Sudden breaks in the normal proceedings. And so he was not surprised when Rhulad beckoned him closer, and Udinaas saw in the emperor’s eyes a welling of anguish and terror.