a moment when one wished； particularly； to be singled out for attention。 In addition to which； 〃that poem〃 was； as everyone knew by now； the last munication to the king from the notorious and celebrated man the ka'id was so unsuccessfully seeking across the whole of Al…Rassan。 Under the circumstances； Serafi ibn Dunash would have greatly preferred to be elsewhere at that moment。
Fortunately； he was sober； not a reliable state of affairs for ibn Dunash。 Alcohol was forbidden to Asharites of course； but so were Jaddite and Kindath women； boys； dancing； non…religious music and a variety of excellent foods。 Serafi ibn Dunash did not dance any more。 He relied on that to serve him in good stead with the wadjis； should any of them upbraid him for the laxity of his morals。
It wasn't the wadjis he was afraid of at the moment； however。 In the Cartada of King Almalik it was the secular arms of power that were more greatly to be feared。 The secular arms； at the moment； rested lightly on the king's knees as he awaited Serafi's recitation。 The verses were not flattering； and the king was in an evil mood。 The omens were not even remotely auspicious。 Nervously； the poet cleared his throat and prepared to begin。
For some reason the slave with the basket of oranges chose this moment to move towards the dais again。 He stood directly between Serafi and the king； and then knelt before Almalik。 Serafi's view was blocked； but others in the room now noticed what the slave seemed to have been the first to discern： the king appeared to be in sudden and intense distress。
The woman； Zabira； quickly laid aside her instrument and stood up。 She took one step towards the dais and then remained extremely still。 The king； in that same moment； slipped awkwardly sideways among his cushions and ended up propping himself up on one hand。 His other hand was spasmodically clenching and squeezing over his heart。 His eyes were wide open； staring at nothing。 The slave； nearest to him by far； seemed paralyzed； frozen in position directly in front of Almalik。 He had laid aside the basket of oranges but made no other motion。 The king opened his mouth； no sound came out。
It is； in fact； a well…known characteristic of the poison fijana that it locks shut the throat just before it reaches the heart。 As a consequence； no one in the room save the man kneeling directly in front of him was able to say； afterwards； if the dying king of Cartada realized； before he lost consciousness and life and went to join Ashar among the stars； that the slave who had been offering him oranges all morning had remarkably blue； quite distinctive eyes。
The king's arm suddenly buckled and Almalik； mouth gaping wide； fell soundlessly amid a scatter of bright pillows。 Someone screamed then； the sound echoing among the columns。 There was a babble of terrified noise。
〃Ashar and the god are merciful；〃 said the slave； rising from his position and turning to face the courtiers and the stupefied poet in front of the dais。 〃I really didn't want to hear that poem again。〃 He gestured apologetically。 〃I wrote it in a great hurry； you see； and there are infelicities。〃
〃Ammar ibn Khairan！〃 stammered Serafi somewhat unnecessarily。
The erstwhile slave was calmly unwinding his saffron…colored headcloth。 He had darkened his skin but had essayed no further disguise： no one ever looked closely at slaves。 〃Ammar ibn Khairan！〃 stammered Serafi somewhat unnecessarily。
〃I do hope he recognized me；〃 said ibn Khairan in a musing tone。 〃I think he did。〃 He dropped the slave's headcloth among the pillows。 He seemed utterly relaxed； standing before the dais on which the most powerful monarch in Al…Rassan lay sprawled in slack…jawed； untidy death。
As one； in that moment； the courtiers looked to the Muwardis by the doors； the only men in the room bearing arms。 The veiled ones had remained inexplicably motionless through all of what had just taken place。 Ibn Khairan noticed the direction of the glances。
〃Mercenaries；〃 he said gravely； 〃are mercenaries。〃
He did not add； but might have； that the tribesmen of the desert would not be sparing any moments of prayer for the secular； degenerate worse…than…infidel who had just died。 As far as the Muwardis were concerned； all of the kings of Al…Rassan merited approximately the same fate。 If they all killed each other the starlit visions of Ashar might yet be fulfilled in this land。
One of the veiled ones did e forward then； moving towards the dais。 He passed near to the woman； Zabira； who had remained motionless after rising。 Her hands were at her mouth。
〃Not quite；〃 he said softly； but the words carried； and were remembered。
Then he ascended the dais and removed the Muwardi veil from the lower part of his face and it could be seen by all assembled in the room that this was； indeed； the princely heir of Cartada's realm； Almalik ibn Almalik； he of the nervous eyelid； who his father had said looked like a leper。
He looks rather more like a desert warrior at the moment。 He is also； as of this same moment； the king of Cartada。
The other three Muwardis now draw their swords； without moving from where they stand by the doors。 One might have expected an outcry from the court； but stupefaction and fear impose their restraints upon men。 The only sound in the audience chamber for a frozen instant is the breathing of terrified courtiers。
〃The guards on the other side of the doors are mine as well； by the way；〃 says young Almalik mildly。 His afflicted eyelid； it can be seen； is not drooping or twitching at this time。
He looks down upon the toppled body of his father。 After a moment； with a swift； decisive movement of one foot； he rolls the dead king off the dais。 The body es to rest at the feet of the woman； Zabira。 The son sits down smoothly among the remaining pillows of the dais。
Ammar ibn Khairan sinks to his knees in front of him。
〃May holy Ashar intercede with the god among the stars；〃 he says； 〃to grant you long life； O great king。 Be merciful in your grandeur to your loyal servants； Magnificence。 May your reign be crowned with everlasting glory in Ashar's name。〃
He proceeds to perform the quadruple obeisance。
Behind him； the poet Serafi suddenly es to his senses。 He drops to the mosaic tiles as if smitten behind the knees and does the same。 Then； very much as if they are grateful for this cue as to how to proceed； the men in the audience chamber all perform full obeisance to the new king of Cartada。
It is seen that the only woman in the room； the beautiful Zabira； does so as well； touching the floor with her forehead beside the body of her dead lover； graceful and alluring as always in the movements of her homage to the son。
It is observed that Ammar ibn Khairan； who has been searched for through the whole of Al…Rassan； now rises to his knees and stands； without invitation from the dais。
It is also a source of belated； devastating wonder to those now imprisoned in the room by the drawn swords of the Muwardis； how they could have failed to identify him before。 No one looks quite like ibn Khairan； with those unconscionably blue eyes。 No one moves like him。 No one's arrogance quite matches his。 With the headcloth removed his signature earring gleams…with amusement one could be forgiven for thinking。 He will have been here in Cartada for a long time； it now bees clear。 Perhaps in this very room。 A number of men in the audience chamber begin rapidly scanning their memories for remarks of an injudicious sort they might have made about the disgraced favorite during his presumed absence。
Ibn Khairan smiles and turns to survey them all。 His smile is vividly remembered； if no more forting than it has ever been。
〃The Day of the Moat；〃 he says； to no one in particular； 〃was a mistake in a great many ways。 It is never a good idea to leave a man with no real alternatives。〃
For Serafi the poet this is inprehensible； but there are wiser men than he standing among the columns and beneath the arches。 Ibn Khairan's remark will be recollected； it will be expounded upon。 Men will hasten to be the first to elucidate its meaning。
Ibn Khairan； they will say； whispering in b