Byzantium

Ddewi laughed at this-a soft chuckle only, but it was the first indication I had that he apprehended anything of his surroundings. I looked to Brynach, who said, "Oh, he comes to himself a little sometimes. Perhaps he can recover." His gaze shifted from the younger monk to me. "I am still wondering how you came to be among these Arabs."

"That is easily told," I replied, and explained about my sojourn in Trebizond with the eparch, and the ambush on the way to Sebastea which led to my enslavement at the mine.

"It happened to us the very same way," remarked Brynach.

"Aidan believes it was no accident," Dugal informed him, and went on to describe for Brynach my assumption that the emperor's courtier had personally arranged the disasters which had overtaken us.

"But it ca

"The book!" What with one thing and another, I had forgotten all about Colum Cille's holy book and left it behind.

"Calm yourself, Aidan," Dugal said. "We have it still." He indicated Ddewi, idly playing with the fire.

"Ddewi," said Brynach gently, "Stand up and show us the book."

Though he gave no indication of having heard, the mute young monk rose from his place and turned towards us. Looking more closely, I saw the square shape of the cambutta beneath his ragged mantle. Taking the hem of his garment in both hands, he raised it to reveal the leather bag, its strap slung around his neck and over one shoulder; he was wearing the book on his chest.

I resisted the temptation to have him take it out of the bag, to open it and examine its pages once more; but this was neither the time nor the place. "Thank you, Ddewi," Brynach said, and he sat down again, once more as far away from us as his shattered thoughts allowed.

"Cadoc gave it to him as we stood in the yard that day," Brynach explained; I knew well which day he meant. "Poor Ddewi has not breathed a word to anyone since. I do believe that what little wit remains him he owes to the book."

"He keeps the book," Dugal observed, "and the book keeps him."

"We were to get a new cover made," Brynach lamented, "but that will not happen now."

"There are silversmiths enough in Constantinople," I remarked. "Whyever did you think to go to Trebizond in the first place?"

"Did I say we were going to Trebizond?" Brynach wondered.

"No, Dugal told me," I replied, remembering our brief conversation at the mines. "He said you wanted to go there to get a new cumtach made for the book."

"Well," Brynach allowed, "it is true we would have made harbour in Trebizond, naturally. But we were on our way to Sebastea; Cadoc wanted to see the governor."

A thin chill snaked down my ribs. "What did you say?" Although I had heard him quite plainly, I made him repeat it word for word. "You are certain-Cadoc wanted to see the governor?"

"Aye, he did," answered Brynach. "It seems the two had met once when this Honorius was a Procurator in Gaul."

"And was it before this desire was known," I asked, "or after that Nikos became interested in helping you?"

The ca

"Were you with them when they spoke?" I asked, my voice rising to a demand. "Did you hear Cadoc say this?"

"I was and I did," Brynach answered firmly. "And that is why I know you are wrong to think the worst of Nikos. He was trying to help us."

Despite his insistence, my suspicions remained; but nothing would be gained by hammering at Brynach, so I left the matter for the present. On the face of it, his explanation seemed logical enough: Nikos did not send the monks to Trebizond; Cadoc had it in mind to go there before Nikos became involved. Even so, the thing did not sit well with me.

Talk turned to the rigours ahead and, as night deepened around us, Gu

"Of course, Gu

"I know you would rather stay with your brothers," he said doubtfully.

"Nay, nay," I answered, rising, "I should have come to you sooner. Let us go speak to him." As the monks declined to join us, I bade them good night and walked with Gu

There, I found men sprawled over the ground where they had fallen, exhausted by the day's exertions. I had seen Danes in similar circumstances before, of course, but this time, at least, they had not drunk so much as a single drop of ol. I looked with pity on their once-hale bodies, now wasted thin from poor food and killing labour.

Harald was leaning against a rock with his head back and his eyes closed. At my approach, however, he roused himself and made to rise. "Nay, jarl, be at ease," I said. "Please, sit and rest.

But he would not hear it. Instead, he climbed shakily onto his feet and embraced me like one of his own karlar. What is more, he called to the others and bade them to rise also, but only one or two made the attempt. "Ah, Aeddan," he breathed, and smiled, placing his arm around my shoulders. His face was sun-blasted, haggard and lined, and his eyes were dull with fatigue, but the voice he raised still held something of its former bellow when he called aloud for everyone to attend him: "See here, all you Danes!" he shouted. "This is our good friend. We are free tonight because he would not see us go down to death in the pit."

This brought not so much as a yawn from any of the Sea Wolves who might have been awake to hear it. Turning to me, King Harald said, "I would we had a sea of ol to drink your health. But, hear me, Aeddan. I, Harald Bull-Roar make this vow: half the silver we have obtained, I give to you. For without you, we would be slaves still and our wealth would avail us nothing."

"You are too generous, Jarl Harald." This pleased him and he smiled. "As it happens, I ca

"You speak well," Harald said, "but I would be less than a king if I did not reward you. Since you will not take silver, I charge you to name the thing you desire most, and, with all the power at my command, I will obtain it for you."

We sat down together then, and for the first time I felt an equal in his company. The feeling did not last long, however, for very soon the overtired jarl, lost in a fit of yawning, slumped onto his side and drifted off to sleep. I left the Sea Wolves to their death-like slumber, and crept away unseen to make my bed next to the amir's fire.

Although we had pla

This meant a delay, which Amir Sadiq did not like, but there was no other choice. So, setting forth at a gentle pace, we proceeded down the long, meandering trail to the valley floor, resting often. The next day, we proceeded west towards the Amida road.