By Guy Gavriel Kay
Within the golden urban of Sarantium, the well known mosaicist Crispin seeks to meet his creative goals and his future excessive upon a dome meant to be the emperor's enduring sanctuary and legacy. however the emperor is plotting a conquest of Crispin's native land to regain an empire. And along with his destiny entwined with that of his royal benefactor, Crispin's loyalties include a truly excessive fee.
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Of course. The world knocking at his door, after all. Rustem lowered his head. Said nothing. ’ Rustem swallowed hard. He seemed to have been doing so all night. He cleared his throat. ’ ‘She will be generously dealt with. ’ The king shrugged. ‘A kindly husband will be found. ’ Jarita. Whose name meant desert pool. Black eyes, black hair, light step entering a room, leaving it, as if loath to trouble the air within. Lightest touch in the world. And Inissa, the baby they called Issa. Rustem closed his eyes.
He said, carefully, ‘It is all right, Shaski. ’ said his son. ’ It was curiously difficult to speak. Jarita was crying. ‘The arrow is safely removed. I used the Spoon of Enyati. The one you brought out for me. ’ The boy smiled then, shyly, sleepily, his head against his mother’s waist. Katyun’s hand brushed his hair, tender as moonlight. Her eyes sought Rustem’s, too many questions in them. The answers too large. ‘Go to sleep now, Shaski. I will speak with your mothers and then go back to my patient.
He threw the commander’s bloodied gloves on the fire. They could not be touched. The king’s voice, asking the question, was faint but clear. A good sign. He’d accepted a sedating herb this time from Rustem’s bag. The dark eyes were calm and focused, not unduly dilated. Rustem was guardedly pleased. The second danger now, as always, was the green pus, though arrow wounds tended to heal better than those made by a sword. He would change the packing later, wash the wound, and change the salve and dressing before the end of the night: a variant of his own devising.