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Rafsanj coughed delicately. «I was not bidden to treat with Avtokrator of the Videssians, but with Maniakes son of Maniakes, commander of the forces currently disturbing the realm of Makuran, who, I presume, is yourself.»
«I told you yes already,» Maniakes said, and then, to himself, «Presumption.» Sharbaraz had a good deal of gall if he thought he could keep his own puppet Avtokrator around and treat with Maniakes at the same time. But then, any man who made a shrine where he was worshiped as a god had gall and to spare.
That he was willing to talk to Maniakes at all was a step forward. And maybe, having created the false Hosios, Sharbaraz felt he could not abandon him without losing face among his own courtiers. Rafsanj asked, «Will you hear what I have to say, Maniakes son of Maniakes?»
«Why should I?» Maniakes asked. «Why shouldn't I find some mean prison and throw you into it, the way Sharbaraz did to the eminent Triphylles, the envoy I sent to him asking for peace?»
«Because—» Rafsanj hesitated. Because he was wi
«That's not necessarily so,» Maniakes answered, smiling. «I could hear the offer and then jail you, as Sharbaraz did with Triphylles.»
«You are pleased to jest, Maniakes son of Maniakes,» Rafsanj said. He made a good envoy; if he was nervous, he didn't let on. But he did not, would not, call Maniakes your Majesty.
«Let's find out if I am joking, shall we?» the Avtokrator said. «Give me Sharbaraz's terms and then we'll see how long you stay free. How does that sound to you?»
«Not good,» Rafsanj answered, no doubt truthfully. «Sharbaraz King of Kings, may his years be many and his realm increase, bids you give over the devastation you are working in the Land of the Thousand Cities.»
Maniakes displayed his teeth in what was not really a smile. «I'm sure he does. I wanted him to stop devastating the westlands. I was even willing to pay him to stop devastating the westlands. Did he listen to me?» That question answered itself, and suggested the next one: «Why should I listen to him?»
«He bids you bide here, that we may discuss the composition of differences between Videssos and Makuran,» Rafsanj said.
«And he will, of course, hold all his armies in place while I'm doing that,» Maniakes said.
«Of course,» Rafsanj answered. Maniakes watched him narrowly. He was good, but not quite good enough. He went on in fulsome tones: «And once agreement has been reached, will there not be rejoicing on both sides of the border? Will voices not be raised in joy and gladness?»
«The border? Which border? The one before Sharbaraz began his war against us?» Maniakes asked. Rafsanj did not answer that question; maybe Sharbaraz had not given him an answer for it. «I don't think I'm ready to talk peace quite yet, thanks,» the Avtokrator said. Strange how things had changed—a few years before, he would have fallen on such an offer with a glad cry. But not now. «I don't want to talk here, either. Tell Sharbaraz that if he still wants to discuss these things with me when I get to Mashiz, we may be able to do it there.»
«Beware lest your arrogance bring you down,» Rafsanj said. «Overweening pride has laid many a man low.»
«I'm not the one who built a statue of the God in my own image,» Maniakes retorted, raising a scowl from Sharbaraz's envoy. «I'm not the one who plans to move armies around after pledging I wouldn't, either. When is the King of Kings going to pull Abivard and his horsemen out of the sleeve of his caftan and hurl them at me? They must be around here somewhere.» He still had trouble giving credence to Bagdasares' magic.
And his probe struck a nerve, too; Rafsanj jerked, as if Maniakes had jabbed a pin into his legs. But the envoy answered, «I have no obligation to speak to you of the ma
«And I have no obligation to stay here while Sharbaraz moves his pieces around the board,» Maniakes returned. «I have no obligation to let myself be cozened, either. Tell Sharbaraz I'll see him in Mashiz.»
«That shall never be,» Rafsanj told him.
«I know better,» Maniakes jeered. «Videssos has taken Mashiz before; we can do that. What will never happen is Makuran taking Videssos the city.»
Again, Rafsanj started. This time, he mastered himself without saying anything. He sawed at the reins, roughly pulling his horse's head around. He rode away from Maniakes faster than he had approached him.
Maniakes watched him go. He waved to his own men, calling, «Onward!» Onward they went, toward the Tib. They did not go so fast as Maniakes would have liked. The Makuraners in front of them opened canal after canal. The harvest in this part of the Land of the Thousand Cities was liable to be scanty. The Makuraners, plainly, did not care. One of their armies would have bogged down, and might have become easy meat for raiders. The Videssians did not bog down. But corduroying a road and then recovering the timber that let them do it again was slow, hard work.
Even so, they had come within a day's—a normal day's—march of the river when a courier caught up with them from behind. That was no mean feat in and of itself. Maniakes congratulated the fellow and plied him with rough, sour army wine before asking, «What brought you here through all the Makuraners? It can't be anything small, that's certain.»
«I'm the first to reach you, your Majesty?» The courier sounded dismayed but not surprised. «I'm not the first who was sent, that's certain.»
«What's toward?» Maniakes demanded, worry in his voice now.
The courier took a deep breath. «Your Majesty, the Kubratoi have swarmed down over the border, heading straight for Videssos the city. For all I know, they're sitting outside the walls by now.»
III
«Phos curse Etzilios to an eternity in Skotos' ice!» Maniakes exclaimed, spitting on the muddy ground. At the same time as he cursed the Kubrati khagan, though, he knew a grudging admiration for him. Etzilios' spies had seen the Videssians set sail fertile west. He knew, then, that the Empire's best troops were gone. And, knowing that, he had decided to take his revenge for the beating Maniakes had given him three years before.
«He's hit us hard, your Majesty,» the messenger said, confirming the thought in Maniakes' mind. «This isn't just a raid, or it doesn't look like one, anyhow. The way Etzilios was storming for the city, you'd think he aimed to take it.» He gri
Maniakes gri
The man took another swig of wine, then shook his head. «Hadn't done that by the time I set out, your Majesty. Matter of fact, the Kubratoi were using those single-log boats of theirs, those monoxyla, to move their own men down the coast against us.»
«Yes, to the ice with Etzilios, all right,» Maniakes said. «He learns his lessons too bloody well.» The Avtokrator had landed troops in the rear of the Kubratoi before. Now they looked to be returning the favor.