"But while you exist, the door is closed," Zoe said tensely, pushing the Queen aside. "You are holding it closed against them."
"Yes," echoed out of the darkness. A few faint gray sparks began to drift among the pillars, shedding a corpse-light upon stone faces. "I disturbed a delicate balance and what once remained closed of its own nature yearns to open fully."
"Can the door be truly closed again?" Zoe regretted the question as soon as the words escaped her lips.
A mocking silence was her only answer. The Queen looked down, unwilling to venture further words.
"You can die, then?" The Boar's voice rumbled out of the dim shadows. Shahr-Baraz had quietly taken a seat on the floor beside Khalid-who sat clutching scabbard to breast, barely breathing, eyes screwed shut-and Odenathus, who watched the Queen with a queer, troubled expression. "You are afraid not only of your own oblivion, but what will come after."
The silence shifted, charging with malice and anger. The Boar pursed his lips, thinking. After a moment, he smiled faintly. "You are a canny old snake," the king said, "but secrets are hard to keep. Shall you tell these children, or shall I?"
"Tell them what?" snapped a cold voice. Twin points of pale light gleamed in the shadows.
"Tell them about the Roman. The Roman and the sea."
The pale gleams blinked once, then twice. Shahr-Baraz laughed softly.
"Our Lord of the Serpents," the Boar began, voice rumbling with ill-disguised humor, "does not like the water. If memory serves, he dreads even to ride in a ship. He asked me to build a bridge of earth and saplings just to cross the Propontis. He took to the upper air-on a mount I've had the misfortune to ride myself-rather than cross the sea on a fine, swift boat. Once, once he was forced to swim in the salt sea for a dozen heartbeats-he still bears those scars on face and body like the gouges of a burning iron. No, he does not like the deep waters."
The twin points of light flared, glittering like the edge of a blade catching the moonlight.
"Shall I say on?" Shahr-Baraz matched gazes with the thing in the shadows. "I shall, I think. If you are outraged by the truth, you can surely destroy us all."
The Boar gave the others a calm, almost amused look. The Queen marveled at his equanimity and in the crystalline moment while their eyes met, she realized he was entirely free from fear. Has he ever been touched by fear? she wondered. Does he even know how it feels, how it tastes?
"There is a Roman wizard," Shahr-Baraz continued, nose wrinkling like his namesake. "And he is very strong. By my eyes, as strong as our old snake here. They met, they fought, during the fall of Constantinople." The king flashed a smirk at the darkness. "A draw. We have not met him yet on this campaign. They are holding him back, waiting, I think, for the right moment to strike us unawares."
The Boar lifted his chin questioningly at the shadows. "Is he alone?"
"No." The twin points of light thinned to narrow slits. "There was a witch at his side."
"A witch?" The Queen's eyebrows rose in surprise. What kind of witch? One like us?
"Yes," hissed the sorcerer. "But Arad was by my side. Still we drew even."
Shahr-Baraz nodded, pleased to have learned so much. "Now Arad is not your only servant-Odenathus and the Queen are your allies-there will be four against two. Will this suffice if you meet again?"
The sorcerer did not answer and the King of Kings nodded to himself again. "I am not a wizard," he said in a contemplative tone. "But I think I understand the matter of this door of stone. By its nature, a door is intended to open, and any wayward, wind, or current of the air, may shift such a fragile balance."
Both the Queen and the king looked to the shadows and found the gleaming eyes dulled nearly to invisibility. Shahr-Baraz hid another mirthless smile, giving the Queen a challenging look.
"This Roman," she hazarded, watching the kings eyes, "his powers are much like yours, Lord of the Ten Serpents?"
"Yesss…" A hissing trill spiraled away into silence. "I feel him in the hidden world, a storm around which all currents twist and run awry."
"Do they touch the door?" Shahr-Baraz's voice was keen and sharp.
"They will," Dahak whispered, something of his hidden fear surfacing again. "If he lives."
"He is growing stronger?" Zenobia forced herself to voice the question. Father Sun crush this serpent and free my soul from helping him! "What will happen if he finds the door of stone?"
A cough of laughter answered. "Men are curious creatures, far worse than cats. What ape has ever failed to plunge his hand into a dark hole, scratching for something sweet?"
The Queen looked at Shahr-Baraz questioningly. "Could we tell this Roman the truth?"
"We will not!" Dahak surged out of the shadows, sending a cloud of gray sparks rushing away from his advance. Wild shadows flared on the walls. "The moment he perceives the door, the watchers beyond the threshold will become aware of him and their thoughts will crowd his mind with visions and enticing dreams. Even a moment's desire or hesitation or wayward intent on his childish, reckless part and the seals will fail."
The sorcerer stood over them, sullen black flame licking around his outline. He seemed ready to strike them both down where they sat. Shahr-Baraz raised a quieting hand.
"We will not tell him," the king said. "Despite all this, I have no love for Rome."
The Boar stood, holding out a hand for the Queen. Tentatively, she accepted, finding his palm warm and dry and immensely comforting. Shahr-Baraz glared at the sorcerer. "You should have told me this before. We have wasted time…" The king paused, canting his head to one side. "Wait a moment. You urged me to attack Egypt-what were you seeking here? A tool? A weapon?"
Dahak's lip curled into a sneer. "Nothing. A dry well."
Shahr-Baraz gave the sorcerer a level stare in return. "Are we stronger for all this?"
"No," Dahak allowed, sneer fading into a scowl. "No, I am beginning to tire."
"Can we wait," the Queen said, hating each movement of her lips, "until you regain your strength?"
The sorcerer shook his head, a look of equal disgust playing across sharp, inhuman features.
"Then we must press them hard while we can," Shahr-Baraz said, pursing his lips. "Why do you need the fleet? Why this army? You could summon one of your horrors to fly you to the enemy. End this with a single, swift blow."
"He will not be alone," Dahak growled. "I recognized him when we fought. He will be well protected, surrounded by fanatical Legions, mewed up in their strongest fortress."
"Why?" The Boar made a grunting sound. "Who is he?"
"Their Emperor's brother," Dahak replied sourly. "And he has… clever toys. Things we lack and have no time to make."
Toys? The Queen searched her memory, remembering something… Yes, a disk of gears and interlocking wheels; he called it a duradarshan, but not a toy… In that moment, Zenobia remembered something else, something the sorcerer had said and she felt a faint gleam of hope flare in her secret heart. She almost looked to see if there were a window opening into the chamber, then caught herself and fixed her attention on the King of Kings.
"Prince Maxian?" The Boar sounded surprised and thoughtful. "Isn't he a priest of the temple of Asklepius the Healer? Hmm… if his powers turn towards yours, he would be a puissant foe. And he will be guarded by armies."
Dahak grimaced, but said nothing.
"Well," Shahr-Baraz turned to Odenathus and Khalid, who were listening with wide eyes. "We do need the fleet then and quickly too. And we must freight an army, one strong enough to fight through to Rome if we must." The king's eyes twinkled. "I've a thought about that…"