We lapsed into silence.
‘I prayed hard this afternoon while you were at the palace,’ said Martin. ‘I prayed for your safe return. And I prayed for understanding of the mystery.’
‘“Half only he granted, half he denied him,”’ I said, now in Greek, quoting Homer. ‘I got safely back from the Most Sacred Presence. But we’re neither of us any closer to the answer we want. We still have the mystery to solve.’
I looked over at Maximin. So long as they get regular feeding and changing, it doesn’t take much to keep a baby happy.
‘Perhaps,’ said Martin, ‘we are labouring under one of those false assumptions you always warn against?’
I looked at Martin. It could be that praying had sharpened his wits.
‘Perhaps Theophanes killed the Permanent Legate,’ he suggested.
‘That might explain the murder itself,’ I said. ‘But where’s the motive? Also, we know the Permanent Legate’s papers were sifted. That must have been done before the body was found. I can’t comment on the intelligence of His Late Excellency Silas. But I think most people would notice a fat eunuch pawing over their private files.
‘Now’ – I checked Martin’s reply – ‘now, it is possible that the Permanent Legate was already a corpse when the papers were sifted. We’re no longer committed to believing in a murder shortly before dawn. That body might have been lying there half a day at least. Theophanes could have murdered the Permanent Legate even while we were all in the Circus.
‘But this stretches the timing until it undermines the only hypothesis that appears to make sense. We’ve decided that Agathius and perhaps Demetrius killed the Permanent Legate shortly before Agathius came looking for me. Of course, if proven facts demand it, we must reject the hypothesis. Even so…’
I trailed off. We sat a while in glum silence.
‘If it weren’t for Authari,’ I said flatly, ‘I’d suggest going slow on the investigation, and waiting to see what happens with the siege. You don’t investigate murders when an Emperor crops up among the suspects.’
‘But we must avenge Authari,’ Martin said with sudden insistence. ‘His soul won’t rest easy until we know the truth and act on it.’
I didn’t recall reading that in any of the Scriptures. The sentiment had more to do with my own people or even with the Old Faith. But I wasn’t inclined to disagree. I’d put the poor bugger in danger. It was up to me to make the blood sacrifice.
‘We have our duty to Authari,’ I agreed. ‘That means we press on to the end – wherever that may be and wherever the path may lie.’
As I got up, Antony knocked on the door again. Another messenger – this time from ‘His Magnificence, the Lord Eunuch’, he sniffed, with a comment on the late hour. The man had left a note, then gone off again.
I broke the seal and scanned the familiar wording.
‘Here’s a change of direction,’ I said eagerly. ‘He’s arrested Demetrius, and is effectively inviting me to help turn the rack before anyone can intervene.’
52
Antony’s point about lateness had been worth making. Even in the City, there comes a time for business to wind down. I walked out of the Legation into almost empty streets. No moon shone down from the now clouded sky. All was silent. Were Heraclius to break in by night, the presently unmanned barricades might still slow his progress. No one seemed to worry, though. And probably Heraclius too was abed.
From my first visit, I recalled that Theophanes had his palace about fifty yards down a side street that curled past a church built in some Oriental style. It was all just outside the zone of street lighting, but I could see the church looming ahead, a greater darkness against the dark sky.
‘Would that be Your Honour, come to see the eunuch?’ a voice called out of the darkness in the whining Greek of an Easterner.
A cloth came off a lantern about a dozen feet away.
‘What might that be to you?’ I asked in a voice steadier than my insides. The message had said to come alone. For once, no chair was provided. Bearing in mind the need for secrecy, that had made sense back in the Legation. It was the first time I had been invited to visit Theophanes at his palace rather than his office in the Ministry. That also had made sense in the safety of the Legation.
In its general form, the message had looked genuine. I now kicked myself. If only the message hadn’t told me what I so wanted to be told, I might have waited till morning.
‘Who are you and what do you want?’ I asked again.
The lantern shook slightly as a whispered conversation began. I strained to see who was there but whoever was holding it was dressed in dark clothes, and the dim light was all thrown in my direction.
‘Did you bring any money with you?’ another voice called out of the darkness. It had a greedy edge, but also sounded pleasantly surprised.
‘That depends on how much you want, and on what you might care to give me in exchange for it,’ I answered, reaching inside my cloak for the reassuring feel of my sword.
There was more whispered dialogue. I could hear it was in Syriac. There were one or two phrases, though, in Greek – just as you’d expect with long-settled immigrants.
‘Orders is plain,’ was the main phrase I caught.
Another cloth came off a lantern. This was brighter than the first, and it threw a pool of light reaching as far as the wall of the church. I could now see that there were four men. Two of them were armed with short swords. They stepped towards me.
‘If I were armed myself’, I said in a casual tone, ‘you’d be unwise to come too close.’
They both stepped smartly back. I folded my hands placidly across my chest and stared back at them. You never show fear with people like these. They had the small size and darting movements usual of Syrians. I’d seen others like them hanging about the main squares. If you could manage the right opening words, they’d agree to any contract of murder.
But there were only four of them, I told myself over and again. Almost certainly, there were no others lurking round corners. And if those swords were their only armament, I had nothing to fear so long as I kept my nerve.
‘It’s turning rather chilly again, don’t you think?’ I observed. ‘I want my bed. I’m sure you want some of my money.’
I reached down and patted my right hip. There was a gratifying chink of gold. I smiled and put my hands together.
The two men who’d so far stood behind the other two now put their lanterns carefully on the ground. The pools of light grew smaller and the almost cheerful glow they had cast outside the church disappeared.
All the men took out short swords of their own and moved towards me.
‘It’s hardly a friendly act to come at me with four swords,’ I said, still conversational.
‘Too right, you fucking piece of Latin trash!’ one of the men snarled. He stood against the light and I couldn’t see his face. But I could hear the triumphant hatred in his voice.
‘Well!’ said I. ‘If I had thought I was coming here to listen to such words, I might have ignored your fake summons and stayed at home. You may be aware that I am a man of the cloth. That surely entitles me to a certain delicacy of address. However, I’d still insist that the four of you would be an unlikely match for someone like me, were I to pull out a sword. I’ll give you double what you’ve been promised.’
Another of the men waved his sword quite close to my face, though he didn’t chance his luck by coming too close.
‘Don’t you worry your pretty little blond empty head,’ he sneered. ‘We’ll be sure to take double – double and treble from a Chalcedonite fucker like you.’
‘And fuckall good of it you’ll have’, I said, ‘if I run you through.’
‘Let’s get this over and done with,’ the same ruffian said. He waved at the others. They spread out around me, and then began to close in.