Domes of Fire. David Eddings

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      Khalad nodded. ‘The food’s better here, and he isn’t expected to pray three times a day. Besides, I think he’s got his eye on one of the chambermaids.’

      ‘That wouldn’t surprise me very much. Is Stragen here too?’

      ‘No. Something came up, and he had to go back to Emsat.’

      ‘Get Kalten up then. Have him join us in the kitchen. I want to talk with him. I’ll be along in a bit. I’m going to the bathhouse first.’

      ‘The water won’t be warm. They let the fires go out at night.’

      ‘We’re soldiers of God, Khalad. We’re all supposed to be unspeakably brave.’

      ‘I’ll try to remember that, my Lord.’

      The water in the bathhouse was definitely on the chilly side, so Sparhawk did not linger very long. He wrapped himself in a soft white robe and went into the dim corridors of the palace and to the brightly-lit kitchens where Khalad waited with the sleepy-looking Kalten.

      ‘Hail, Noble Prince Consort,’ Kalten said drily. Sir Kalten obviously didn’t care much for the idea of being roused in the middle of the night.

      ‘Hail, Noble Boyhood Companion of the Noble Prince Consort,’ Sparhawk replied.

      ‘Now there’s a cumbersome title,’ Kalten said sourly. ‘What’s so important that it won’t wait until morning?’

      Sparhawk sat down at one of the work tables, and a white-smocked baker brought him a plate of roast beef and a steaming loaf still hot from the oven.

      ‘Thanks, neighbour,’ Sparhawk said to him.

      ‘Where have you been, Sparhawk?’ Kalten demanded, sitting down across the table from his friend. Kalten had a wine flagon in one hand and a tin cup in the other.

      ‘Sarathi sent me to Lamorkand,’ Sparhawk replied, tearing a chunk of bread from the loaf.

      ‘Your wife’s been making life miserable for everyone in the palace, you know.’

      ‘It’s nice to know she cares.’

      ‘Not for any of the rest of us it isn’t. What did Dolmant need from Lamorkand?’

      ‘Information. He didn’t altogether believe some of the reports he’s been getting.’

      ‘What’s not to believe? The Lamorks are just engaging in their national pastime – civil war.’

      ‘There seems to be something a little different this time. Do you remember Count Gerrich?’

      ‘The one who had us besieged in Baron Alstrom’s castle? I never met him personally, but his name’s sort of familiar.’

      ‘He seems to be coming out on top in the squabbles in western Lamorkand, and most everybody up there believes that he’s got his eye on the throne.’

      ‘So?’ Kalten helped himself to part of Sparhawk’s loaf of bread. ‘Every baron in Lamorkand has his eyes on the throne. What’s got Dolmant so concerned about it this time?’

      ‘Gerrich’s been making alliances beyond the borders of Lamorkand. Some of those border barons in Pelosia are more or less independent of King Soros.’

      ‘Everybody in Pelosia’s independent of Soros. He isn’t much of a king. He spends too much time praying.’

      ‘That’s a strange position for a soldier of God,’ Khalad murmured.

      ‘You’ve got to keep these things in perspective, Khalad.’ Kalten told him. ‘Too much praying softens a man’s brains.’

      ‘Anyway,’ Sparhawk went on. ‘If Gerrich succeeds in dragging those Pelosian barons into his bid for King Friedahl’s throne, Friedahl’s going to have to declare war on Pelosia. The Church already has a war going on in Rendor, and Dolmant’s not very enthusiastic about a second front.’ He paused. ‘I ran across something else, though,’ he added. ‘I overheard a conversation I wasn’t supposed to. The name Drychtnath came up. Do you know anything about him?’

      Kalten shrugged. ‘He was the national hero of the Lamorks some three or four thousand years ago. They say he was about twelve feet tall, ate an ox for breakfast every morning and drank a hogshead of mead every evening. The story has it that he could shatter rocks by scowling at them and reach up and stop the sun with one hand. The stories might be just a little bit exaggerated, though.’

      ‘Very funny. The group I overheard were all telling each other that he’s returned.’

      ‘That’d be a neat trick. I gather that his closest friend killed him. Stabbed him in the back and then ran a spear through his heart. You know how Lamorks are.’

      ‘That’s a strange name,’ Khalad noted. ‘What does it mean?’

      ‘Drychtnath?’ Kalten scratched his head. ‘“Dreadnought”, I think. Lamork mothers do that sort of thing to their children.’ He drained his cup and tipped his flagon over it. A few drops came out. ‘Are we going to be much longer at this?’ he asked. ‘If we’re going to sit up talking all night, I’ll get more wine. To be honest with you though, Sparhawk, I’d really rather go back to my nice warm bed.’

      ‘And your nice warm chambermaid?’ Khalad added.

      ‘She gets lonesome,’ Kalten shrugged. His face grew serious. ‘If the Lamorks are talking about Drychtnath again, it means that they’re starting to feel a little confined. Drychtnath wanted to rule the world, and any time the Lamorks start invoking his name, it’s a fair indication that they’re beginning to look beyond their borders for elbow room.’

      Sparhawk pushed back his plate. ‘It’s too late at night to start worrying about it now. Go back to bed, Kalten. You too, Khalad. We can talk more about this tomorrow. I really ought to go pay a courtesy call on my wife.’ He stood up.

      ‘That’s all?’ Kalten said. ‘A courtesy call?’

      ‘There are many forms of courtesy, Kalten.’

      The corridors in the palace were dimly illuminated by widely-spaced candles. Sparhawk went quietly past the throne-room to the royal apartments. As usual, Mirtai dozed in a chair beside the door. Sparhawk stopped and considered the Tamul giantess. When her face was in repose, she was heart-stoppingly beautiful. Her skin was golden in the candlelight, and her eyelashes were so long that they touched her cheeks. Her sword lay in her lap with her hand lightly enclosing its hilt.

      ‘Don’t try to sneak up on me, Sparhawk.’ She said it without opening her eyes.

      ‘How did you know it was me?’

      ‘I could smell you. All you Elenes seem to forget that you have noses.’

      ‘How could you possibly smell me? I just took a bath.’

      ‘Yes. I noticed that too. You should have taken the time to let the water heat up a little more.’

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