"And may I ask what that thing is, Golden One?"
"A girl. The daughter of an unimportant priest. Still, I chose her for the Seclusion and she had the dreadful manners to run away." The autarch laughed, a quiet growl that might have come from a cat about to unsheathe its claws. "Her name is… what was it? Ah, yes-Qinnitan. You will bring her back to me."
"Of course, Master." The soldier's expression became even more still.
"You are thinking again, Vo. That is good. I chose you because I need a man who can use his head. This woman is somewhere in the lands of our enemies, and if someone learns I want her, she may become the object of a contest. I do not want that." The autarch sat back and waved his hand. This time it was only an ordinary servant who scurried forward to refill his goblet. "But what you are wondering is this: Wliy should the autarch let me go free in the land of my ancestors? Even if I sincerely try to fulfill his quest, if I fail there is no punishment he can visit on me unless I return to Xis. No, do not bother to deny it. It is what anyone would think." The young autarch turned to one of his child servants, a silent Favored. "Bring me my cousin Febis. He should be in his apartments."
As they waited, the autarch had the servant refill Vo's cup. Pinimmon Vash, who had some inkling of what was to come, was glad he was not drinking the strong, sour Mihanni wine, so unsettling to the stomach.
Febis, a chubby, balding man with the reddened cheeks of an inveterate drinker made even more obvious by the pallor of fear, hurried into the chamber and threw himself on his hands and knees in front of the autarch, bumping his forehead against the stone.
"Golden One, surely I have done nothing wrong! Surely I have not of¬fended you! You are the light of all our lives!"
The autarch smiled. Vash never ceased to marvel at how the same ex¬pression that would bring joy if it were on the face of a young child or a
pretty woman could, just by transferring it to the autarch's smoothly youth ful features, suddenly become a thing to inspire terror."No, Febis, you have done nothing wrong. 1 called you here only because I wish to demonstrate something." He turned to the soldier Vo. "You see, I had a similar problem with those of my relations, like Cousin Febis, who remained after my father and brothers had died-after I, by the grace of Nushash of the Gleaming Sword, had become autarch. How could I be certain that some of these fam¬ily members might not ponder whether, as the succession had passed over several of my brothers upon their deaths and came to me, it might not con-tinue on to Febis or one of the other cousins after my untimely death? Of course, I could have simply killed them all when I took the crown. It would only have been a few hundred. I could have done that, couldn't I, Febis?"
"Yes, yes, Golden One. But you were merciful, may heaven bless you."
"I was merciful, it's true. Instead, what I did was induce each of them to swallow a certain… creature. A tiny beast, at least in its infant form, which had long been thought lost to our modern knowledge. But I found it!" He smirked. "And you did swallow it, didn't you, Febis?"
"So I was told, Golden One." The autarch's cousin was sweating heav¬ily, droplets dangling like glass beads from his chin and nose before splash¬ing to the floor. "It was too small for me to see."
"Ah, yes, yes." The autarch laughed again, this time with all the pleasure of a young child. "You see, the creature is so small at first that the naked eye cannot see it. It can be swallowed in a glass of wine without the recipient even knowing." He turned to Daikonas Vo. "As you received it when you first drank."
Vo put down his goblet. "Ah," he said.
"As to what it does, it grows. Not hugely, mind you, but enough that when it lodges at last in the body of its host, it cannot be dislodged no mat¬ter what. But that does not matter, because the host will never be aware of it. Unless I wish it to be so." The autarch nodded. "Yes, let us say for the sake of argument that its host fails to carry out a task I have given him in the specified time, or in some other way incurs my anger…" He turned to burly, sweating Febis. "As, for instance, telling his wife that his master the autarch is mad and will not live long…"
"Did she say that?" shrieked Febis. "The whore! She lies!"
"Whatever the crime," the autarch went on evenly, "and no matter how far away its perpetrator, when I know of it, things will begin to happen." He gestured. "Panhyssir, call for the the xol-priest."
Febis shrieked again, a bleat of despair so shrill it made P'inimmon Vash s toes curl. "No! You must know I would never say such a thing, Golden One-never, please, no-o-o-o!" Weeping and burbling, Febis lurched toward the stone bed. Two burly Leopard guards stepped forward and re¬strained him, using no little force. His cries lost their words, became a sob¬bing moan.
The xol-priest came in a few moments later, a thin, dark, knife-nosed man with the look of the southern deserts about him. He bowed to the autarch and then sat cross-legged on the floor, opening a flat wooden box as though preparing to play a game of shanat. He spread a piece of fabric like a tiny blanket, then took several grayish shapes which might have been lumps of lead out of the box and arranged them with exacting care. When he had finished he looked up at the autarch, who nodded.
The man's spidery fingers picked up and moved two of the gray shapes and Febis, who had been twitching and sobbing obliviously in the grip of the guards, suddenly went rigid. When they let him go he tumbled to the floor like a stone. Another movement of the shapes on the little carpet and Febis began to writhe and gasp for breath, his arms and legs thrashing like a man about to sink beneath the water and drown. One more and he sud¬denly vomited up a terrible quantity of blood, then lay still in the spread¬ing red puddle, unseeing eyes wide with horror. The xol-priest boxed up his gray shapes, bowed, and went out.
"Of course, the pain can be made to last much longer before the end comes," the autarch said. "Much longer. Once the creature is awakened it can be restrained for days before it begins to feed in earnest, and each hour is an eternity. But I made Febis' end swift out of respect for his mother, who was my own father's sister. It is a shame he should have wasted that precious blood so." Sulepis looked a moment longer at the gleaming pool, then nod¬ded, allowing the servants to rush forward and begin the removal of both the puddle and Febis' body. The autarch then turned to Daikonas Vo.
"Distance is no object, by the way. Should Febis have gone to Zan-Kartuum, or even the northernmost wastes of Eion where the imps live, still I could have struck him down. I trust the lesson is not lost on you, Vo. Go now. You will be a hound no longer, but my hunting falcon-the autarch's falcon. You could ask for no higher honor."
"No, Golden One."
"All else you need to know you will learn from Paramount Minister Vash." Sulepis started to turn away, but the soldier still had not moved. The
autarch's eyes narrowed. "What is it? If you succeed you will he rewarded, of course. I am as good to my faithful servants as I am stern with those who are less so."
"I do not doubt it, Golden One. I only wondered if such a… crea¬ture… had been introduced to the girl, Qinnitan, and if so why you would not use so certain a method to bring her back to Great Xis."
"Whether such a thing has been done to her or not," the autarch said, "is beside the point. It is a clumsy and dangerous method if you wish your subject to survive. I wish the girl returned alive and well-do you under¬stand? I still have plans for her. Now go. You sail for Hierosol tonight. I want her in my hands by the time Midsummer's Day arrives or you will be the most sorrowful of men. For a little while." The autarch stared. "Yet an¬other question? I am minded to wake the xol-beast now and find someone less annoying."