mountains； the princely sons of a courtesan； a female Kindath doctor to go with a Kindath chancellor； and now the most notoriously secular man in Al…Rassan 。。。 〃
〃I thought I was that last；〃 King Badir said with a wry expression。
Mazur's mouth quirked。 〃Forgive me； my lord。 The two most notorious； then。〃
Badir's expression grew reflective again。 He'd had a great deal of wine； without evident effect。 〃Zabira said Almalik's second son had gone across the straits。 To speak with the Muwardi leaders； she said。〃
〃Hazem ibn Almalik； yes。 I knew that； actually。 He went some time ago。 Stopped for a while in Tudesca with the wadjis there。〃
Badir absorbed this。 The range and depth of ben Avren's information was legendary。 Not even the king knew all his sources。
〃What do you make of it？〃
〃Nothing good； my lord； to be truthful。〃
〃Have we sent our gifts to the desert this year？〃
〃Of course； my lord。〃
Badir lifted his glass and drank。 Then his mouth twitched again； the same wry amusement as before。 〃There was never an assurance of anything good from the time we began； was there？ We've had a long run； my friend。〃
〃It isn't over。〃
〃Nearly？〃 The king's voice was soft。
The chancellor shook his head grimly。 〃Not if I can help it。〃
Badir nodded； relaxed in his chair； sipping the good wine。 〃It will be as the stars dispose。 What do we do； in the meantime； with these 。。。 lions in my city this season？〃
〃Send them out； I think。〃
〃In winter？ Where？〃
〃I do have an idea。〃
The king laughed。 〃Don't you always？〃
They smiled at each other。 King Badir raised his glass and silently saluted his chancellor。 Mazur rose and bowed； setting down his own wine。
〃I will leave you；〃 he said。 〃Good night； my lord。 The stars and Ashar's spirit guide you safely through to dawn。〃
〃And your moons ease the dark for you； my friend。〃
The chancellor bowed a second time and went out。 The nearer of the servants closed the door after him。 The king of Ragosa did not go immediately to bed； however。 He sat in his chair for a long time； unmoving。
He was thinking of how kings died； of how their glory came and lingered a while； and went。 Like the taste of this good wine； he thought。 This gift of Ammar ibn Khairan； who had killed his own king a little time ago。 What did a king leave behind？ What did anyone leave behind？ And that led him circling back to the words they'd heard recited after dinner； while lying at ease on their couches in the banquet room with the tame stream running through it； rippling quietly； a murmurous background to the spoken words。
Let only sorrow speak tonight。
Let sorrow name the moons。
Let the pale blue light be loss
And the white one memory。
Let clouds obscure the brightness
Of the high； holy stars；
And shroud the watering place
Where he was wont to slake his thirst。
Where lesser beasts now gather
Since the Lion will e no more 。。。
Badir of Ragosa poured； deliberately； the last of the sweet； pale wine and drank it down。
Someone else was late to bed in the palace of Ragosa； for all that it had been an eventful day and night； even for a man accustomed to such things。
Caught in the difficult space between physical fatigue and emotional unrest； the lord Ammar ibn Khairan finally left the elegant quarters assigned him for the night to go out into the streets long after dark。
The night guards at the postern doors knew him。 Everyone seemed to know him already。 Nothing unusual there。 He was a man who needed to be disguised to pass unnoticed in Al…Rassan。 Anxious and overexcited； they offered him a torch and an escort。 He declined both with courtesy。 He wore a sword for protection； which he showed them。 He made a jest at his own expense； they laughed eagerly。 After the afternoon's engagement they could hardly doubt his ability to defend himself。 One of them； greatly daring； said as much。 Ibn Khairan gave him a silver coin and then； with a smile； offered the same to the other two guards。 They almost fell over each other opening the doors。
He went out。 He had wrapped himself in a fur…lined cloak over his own clothing。 He wore his rings again。 No point to the steward's disguise any more。 That had served its purpose on the road； in the inns between Cartada and here。 They had been travelling with a kingdom's worth of gems in the two coffers he had allowed Zabira； over the years Almalik had not been less than generous with the woman he loved。 It had been necessary therefore； travelling here； to appear both unconcerned and unimportant。 It was not necessary any more。
He wondered where Zabira was tonight； then dismissed the thought as unworthy。 She would captivate someone here soon enough…the king； the chancellor； perhaps both…but not yet。 Tonight she would be with her sons。 The young princes。 Pieces on the board in the new； larger game。 That much had been decided at the meeting before the challenge in the lists。 He had begun； during that crisp discussion； to grasp precisely how shrewd Mazur ben Avren was。 Why Badir had risked so much to keep his Kindath chancellor by him。 There had been a reputation； of course。 One formal encounter。 Letters exchanged； over the years； and clever poems read。 Now he had met the man。 A different sort of challenge。 Much to think about。 It had been a fully engaged day； truly。
It was cold after dark in Ragosa； this late in the year with a wind blowing。 He wanted that cold。 He wanted solitude and starlight； the bite of that wind off the lake。 His footsteps led him that way； past shuttered shops； then the warehouses； and then； beyond them； walking alone and in silence； to a long pier by the water's edge。 He stopped there finally； breathing deeply of the night air。
Overhead； the stars were very bright； and the moons。 He saw how the city walls reached out into the water here like two arms； almost meeting； enclosing the harbor。 In the moonlight he watched the single…masted fishing boats and the smaller and larger pleasure craft tossed up and down on the dark； choppy waters of the lake。 The slap and surge of waves。 Water。 What was it about water？
He knew the answer to that。
They came from the desert； his people。 From shifting； impermanent dunes and sandstorms and harsh； bleak； sculpted mountains； from a place where the wind could blow forever without being checked or stayed。 Where the sun killed and it was the night stars that offered promise of life； air to breathe； a breeze to cool the blistering fever of the day。 Where water was 。。。 what？ A dream； a prayer； the purest blessing of the god。
He had no memory of such places himself； unless it was a memory that had e with him into the world。 A tribal memory bred into the Asharites； defining them。 Ammuz and Soriyya； the homelands； as a presence in the soul。 The deserts there。 Wider sands； even； than those of the Majriti。 He had never seen the Majriti； either。 He had been born in Aljais； here in Al…Rassan； in a house with three splashing fountains。 Even so； he was drawn to water when distressed； when something within him needed assuaging。 Far from the desert； the desert lay inside him like a wound or a weight； as it lay inside them all。
The white moon was overhead； the blue just rising； a crescent。 With the city lights behind him the stars were fierce and cold above the lake。 Clarity； that was what they meant to him。 That was what he needed tonight。
He listened to the waves striking against the pier beneath his feet。 Once； a pause； again。 The surging rhythm of the world。 His thoughts were scattered； bobbing like the boats； refusing to coalesce。 He was in some disfort physically but that wasn't important。 Weariness mostly； some bruises； a gash on one calf that he had simply ignored。
The afternoon's challenge in the lists had been effortless； in fact。 One of the things with which he was having trouble。
There had been five against the two of them； and the Karcher had chosen four of the best captains in Ragosa to join him。 There was a visible anger in those men； a grimness； the need to prove a point and not just about wages。 It had been contrived as a display； an entertainment for court and city； not to…the…death。 But