'So I am."
'Peko is resting in his cage." Figgis reached out and nudged the book beneath Akeela's nose. "I have something special here, my lord."
Through bleary eyes Akeela studied the book. It had a cover of worn brown leather, frayed at the corners, with numerous dog-eared pages. There were strange markings in the leather, like Keecian runes, but foreign. Akeela reached out and ran his fingers over the embossed lettering, trying to decipher it.
'It's from Jador," Figgis explained. "It's very old and rare. It's written in Jadori, my lord. You won't be able to read it."
'No?" Akeela slid the book back toward Figgis. "Then it's not much good to me, is it? I really wish you wouldn't bother me with this, Figgis. I told you, I have things on my mind."
'But that's just it, my lord," said Figgis. "I'm here to help you. And help Queen Cassandra."
'What do you mean?"
'This is a text of Jadori history and folklore, my lord. Like I said, it's very unusual, maybe the rarest book I own. I've been reading it for years now, trying to make sense of it. The Jadori language is very different from our own. It's difficult, and I've only been able to translate some of the text."
'So? What's this to do with Cassandra?"
'My lord, when I heard of the queen's illness, I started going through my books, trying to find out what I could about her tumor, anything that might help her. I wanted to ease her suffering you see, maybe even cure her."
Akeela smiled at the librarian. "No one can cure what Cassandra has, my friend. Not even you with all your books can do that."
'No, you don't understand," said Figgis. "While I was looking through my books, I remembered something I'd read a long time ago. Sort of a legend, you might say." He tapped the Jadori manuscript.
"Something in here, my lord." 'Something about her cancer?" asked Akeela.
'Better." Figgis opened the book to one of its yellowed pages. He read for a moment, mouthing the words with effort, trying to find the right passage. Then he smiled and looked up at Akeela. "My lord may think me mad for this."
'I already think you're mad, Figgis. Go on."
Figgis continued, "I've been able to translate most of this passage pretty well. It speaks of the Kalian and Kahana of Jador, and two amulets that they wear."
'Kahan and kahana? Who are they?"
'Like a king and queen, my lord. That's what the Jadori call their rulers. These amulets they wear are called Inai ka Vala- ."
'God? What god?"
'That's the Jadori word for it, my lord. The Jadori have one main deity they call Vala; he's like the great spirit worshipped by the Reecians, or the Fate here in Luria."
'And what of these amulets? What are they?"
'Let me read it to you, my lord." Clearing his throat, Figgis read, "The master of the hidden place across the desert wears an amulet of red and gold." The hidden place, Figgis explained, was Jador. He continued, "His wife wears the amulet's twin. protect them, saving them from all disease." Figgis looked at Akeela excitedly. "See, my lord?"
'See? See what?"
' , my lord. They're magic amulets. They can save Queen Cassandra!"
Akeela rolled his eyes. "Are you mad? I thought you were coming here with real hope, that you had found something that might help my wife. But this..." He gestured to the book in disgust. "This is ridiculous."
'My lord, I'm telling you the truth. The book speaks of these amulets as having real power!"
'My wife is dying, Figgis! I don't have time for fairy tales."
Figgis seemed surprised by Akeela's reaction. Scowling, he said, "My lord is foolish to deny the existence of sorcery."
'I don't deny it, Figgis. I just don't approve of it."
'Ah, but it exists, my lord. You've seen it yourself. Hiding from it won't make it go away. The fortune cards of Noor are magical. And what about the holy relic of Mam? Can you explain why it weeps?"
'I cannot. But if it is sorcery, then I do not wish to understand it."
Figgis got to his feet, clutching the book. "My lord, I've stud ied Jador all my life. The Jadori are very different from us. They have skills we know nothing about."
'Bah, the world is plagued by sorcery these days," Akeela scoffed. "The poor and ignorant use it as a crutch. But not me. I'm a man of science and knowledge, Figgis. That's what you're supposed to be."
"I am a man of science, my lord. That's how I know about Jador, and how I know these amulets just might be real. Isn't it worth a chance if it will save the queen's life?"
'What chance? Jador is hundreds of miles from here. Even if these amulets are real, how would we find them? How would we cross the Desert of Tears?"
'You forget, my lord, I know something of that part of the world. I lived in Ganjor, remember. The Jadori trade with the Ganjeese. Sometimes the Jadori travel to Ganjor, and sometimes the Ganjeese send caravans across the desert to Jador. They both cross the sands without incident."
'The Jadori have their lizards for crossing the desert," said Akeela. "We do not."
'Not all of them ride kreels, my lord. Most of the caravans are from Ganjor, where they use drowas.
If they can do it, surely we can find a way."
Akeela thought for a moment, studying the librarian's earnest face. He certainly seemed to believe his wild tale. And there was sorcery enough in the world, that was certainly true. The stew of Lurian culture had shown Akeela that already. But he had never heard of any sorcery like these amulets, these so-called "Eyes of God." To Akeela, it smacked of folly. He closed his eyes and sighed.
'Figgis, I wish I could believe you," he said. "But how can I? This story is incredible. It's like something from a bedtime story. Soon you'll be telling me Grimhold is real!" 'Why not?"
Akeela opened his eyes. Before him, Figgis stood as sure and straight as an arrow. There was not the smallest trace of jest in him.
'Figgis," said Akeela, "what kind of man believes in fairy tales?"
'It's hope, my lord, that's all," said Figgis. "It's not insanity or folly. I believe in these amulets."
'Do you? Or do you simply want to believe? You're very keen on Jador, Figgis. Might this not be some delusion of yours, a false hope?"
Figgis shrugged. "Even if it is, what else can we do? Cassandra will die in months, and nothing on this side of the desert can save her."
For Akeela, any hope, however insane it sounded, was welcome. For days now he had been in a dark tunnel, groping through the blackness with no way out. Now came Figgis bearing a candle.
'Figgis, if I agree to this they will call me mad. The chancellors already think me a lunatic. How can I tell them about magic amulets? It sounds like nonsense."
Once more the librarian tapped his book. "It's in the text, my lord. That's all I need to know."
'That's not good enough. You said yourself you haven't read the whole thing. Why can't that book of yours be nothing more than a collection of lies? Why must it be the truth?"
'Because I've studied Jador, my lord," argued Figgis. "And everything else I've read out of this book is true. It speaks of the kreel, and we already know they exist, and it talks about the city across the desert. That's Jador, my lord. And Jador is no myth. Why should the amulets be the only thing the book lies about?"
Akeela couldn't answer. Perhaps it was the drink, but he was starting to believe the old man's fantasy.
Like most Lurians, he knew almost nothing about Jador, just that it was far away and mysterious. And he had seen sorcery before, or at least a semblance of it. Koth's streets were littered with fortune-tellers and rune-carvers. If they could do magic, why not the Jadori?
'If only it were so," he whispered. "I would do anything to save Cassandra."
Figgis seized the opportunity. "The amulets can save her, my lord. If they exist, she can live forever without disease, as young and beautiful as she is now. And you with her!"
'I have no wish to live forever, Figgis."
The librarian shifted, looking down at his feet. Akeela raised a suspicious eyebrow.
'You're not telling me something," he said. "What are you hiding?"
Grinning, Figgis said, "My lord is perceptive."
'Tell me," Akeela demanded.
'Well, there is something else." The librarian grimaced. "Something about a curse, my lord."
For a moment Akeela thought he'd heard wrong, then he burst into bitter laughter. "A curse? You mean those bloody amulets are damned?"
'My lord, let me explain..."
'No, Figgis, don't you see? A curse is just perfect, for I myself am cursed. Giant lizards, magic amulets, and now a curse! How fitting."
'King Akeela, please," said Figgis. "It's not what you think." He began running a finger along the page of the book, scanning it quickly. "Here it is," he said, then began to translate the text. "The wearer of Inai ka Vala- -shall not be looked at by human eyes. To do so breaks their power, inviting death." Figgis looked up from the book. "That's all it says."
'And you don't think that's bad? Are you mad? Are we to be shut-ins, Cassandra and I? Never looked at with human eyes! How are we supposed to live like that?"
'But my lord, think for a moment. It can't be that simple. Does the Kahan of Jador live alone, without his subjects laying eyes on him? Does his wife?" A sly smile crept over Figgis' face. "Don't you see?
There's got to be more to this story than what's written in this book. If we go to Jador, we can find out the truth of the amulets, discover how they're truly used."
'Oh, yes," drawled Akeela. "I'm beginning to see perfectly. You're just dying to get to Jador, aren't you? You said it yourself; you've known about these amulets for years. Now you have the perfect opportunity to seek them out, with me to fund your little excursion." Figgis' smile melted away. "My lord is unjust if he thinks me so selfish. What I'm suggesting is for the good of the queen."
'But you will accompany a party to Jador, won't you?"
'Well, of course," said Figgis stiffly. "I'm the only one that speaks even a smattering of the language.
To not send me would be foolish."
'How convenient," smirked Akeela. He poured himself another glass of brandy, angry with himself for being duped. He hadn't thought the librarian so ambitious. But he was also sincere; Akeela had learned that much about him. As he sipped his drink, he wondered about the amulets, their stupid curse, and how he could take them from Jador. Figgis watched him curiously, not interrupting his dark thoughts. After a long minute Akeela lowered his glass to the table.
'I love Cassandra very much," he said. "I know we haven't been married long, but she's already the moon and stars to me. I can't lose her, Figgis. If this tale of yours is some lie just to get yourself to Jador, I will hang your pelt from a wall."
'It isn't, my lord, I swear," said Figgis. "This book says exist, and I believe it. I'll bring them back for you, if you'll let me." He looked pleadingly at Akeela. "Will you let me, my lord?"
For a moment Akeela couldn't speak. All he could think of was Cassandra.
'I must be drunker than I thought," he said. "Go. I give you leave for this mad mission, Figgis."
The librarian's face lit the room. "Well done, my lord. Thank you! But I'll need men, and money and supplies. And I'll have to leave as soon as possible. By week's end, I'd say."
'Get your things together quickly, and come to me for your finances. I'll pay whatever you need."
Akeela leaned back in his chair, a wicked smile cracking his face. "And as for men, I know just who to send with you."
A .t the crack of dawn, Lukien arrived at the stable and found Trager and Figgis waiting for him. His traveling companions had already packed and dressed for their long trek south, and the grooms had readied their mounts, three brawny stallions that would take them as far as Ganjor. Lionkeep was barely awake, and a mist rolled over the castle. The air was wet with must and hay. Still exhausted from a night of worry, Lukien entered the stable without a trace of a smile. Figgis, the old scholar, was rummaging through his saddlebags and mumbling to himself. He wore an unusual ensemble of mismatched riding garb and his customary wide-brimmed hat. Trager stood imperiously at the stable's far end, looming over a stableboy and shouting.
'... and what did I tell you about packing my horse? Not too heavy, isn't that what I said?"
The boy nodded. "You did, sir."
'And didn't I tell you we needed to be swift?"
'Yes, sir, you did."
'So then what's the use of all that garbage, eh?" Trager pointed accusingly at his horse. "He'll be lame before we get out of Koth! Now unpack him and do it over. And leave off that cooking gear. I'm not going on a bloody picnic!"
Lukien tried to ignore Trager, but caught the lieutenant's eye. There was an immediate iciness between them. Lukien strode toward his own horse. The stallion had been outfitted just as he'd Yet still he brooded, for the whole thing smacked of folly. He wasn't a thief, but that's what Akeela was asking him to become. Somehow, they were supposed to steal these magic amulets from the Kahan and Kahana of Jador. Under the guise of friendship they would pose as emissaries, working their way into the ka-han's good graces. Then, if they could, they would steal the amulets and race back to Luria. And all in time to save Cassandra.
Tired of waiting, Lukien went outside for some air. The dawn was creeping fast over the horizon.
They were losing time, and Lukien was losing patience. He was about to slip back into the stable to hurry Trager when he saw Akeela approaching out of the mist. The young king's expression was grave, the way it had been for weeks now. He wore a cape of crimson around his slight shoulders. Lukien's black mood lifted slightly. He had hoped Akeela would come to see them off.
'Ho, Lukien," called Akeela.
Lukien waved back. "So you decided to say good-bye, eh?" Akeela stopped before him. He looked weary beyond words. His eyes betrayed a wildness that hadn't always been there. "I've come to wish you luck," he said. He peered into the stable and saw Trager and Figgis. "Looks like everything's ready."
'Everything but Trager. Why do you have that buffoon going with me, Akeela? He'll only slow me down."
'Because he's a good soldier, believe it or not," said Akeela. "And I need good men for this mission."
Lukien said, "You need good men against Norvor. If there's going to be battle, that's where I should be, not traipsing around solving riddles."
'Lukien, we've already settled this," said Akeela. "If this quest is going to succeed, I need my best men on it. That's you, like it or not."
'But what about Norvor? If a fight comes, what will you do without me?"
Akeela laughed. "You're not the only knight in the world, you know."
'Akeela, I'm serious..."
'I can handle them."
Lukien wasn't satisfied, but he knew Akeela would brook no ordered, with all the things Figgis had said they would need. A groom near the horse noted Lukien's satisfaction and smiled.