Midnight Tides

‘Hull may prove a problem.’



Brys Beddict could not hold his gaze on the man standing before him. Those small, placid eyes peering out from the folds of pink flesh seemed in some way other than human, holding so still that the Finadd of the Royal Guard imagined he was looking into the eyes of a snake. A flare-neck, coiled on the centre of the river road when the rains are but days away. Up from the river, three times as long as a man is tall, head resting on the arm-thick curl of its body. ‘Ware the plodding cattle dragging their carts on that road. ’Ware the drover stupid enough to approach .



‘Finadd?’



Brys forced his eyes back to the huge man. ‘First Eunuch, I am at a loss as to how to respond. I have neither seen nor spoken with my brother in years. Nor will I be accompanying the delegation.’



First Eunuch Nifadas turned away, and walked noiselessly to the high-backed wooden chair behind the massive desk that dominated the chamber of his office. He sat, the motion slow and even. ‘Be at ease, Finadd Beddict. I have immense respect for your brother Hull. I admire the extremity of his conviction, and understand to the fullest extent the motivation behind his… choices in the past.’



‘Then, if you will forgive me, you are farther down the path than I, First Eunuch. Of my brother – of my brothers – I understand virtually nothing. Alas, it has always been so.’



Nifadas blinked sleepily, then he nodded. ‘Families are odd things, aren’t they? Naturally, my own experience precludes many of the subtleties regarding that subject. Yet, if you will, my exclusion has, in the past, permitted me a certain objectivity, from which I have often observed the mechanisms of such fraught relationships with a clear eye.’ He looked up and fixed Brys once more with his regard. ‘Will you permit me a comment or two?’



‘Forgive me, First Eunuch-’



Nifadas waved him silent with one plump hand. ‘No need. I was presumptuous. Nor have I explained myself. As you know, preparations are well along. The Great Meeting looms. I am informed that Hull Beddict has joined Buruk the Pale and Seren Pedac on the trail to Hiroth lands. Further, it is my understanding that Buruk is charged with a host of instructions – none issued by me, I might add. In other words, it is likely that those instructions not only do not reflect the king’s interests, but in fact may contradict our Sire’s wishes.’ He blinked again, slow and measured. ‘Precarious, agreed. Unwelcome, as well. My concern is this. Hull may… misunderstand…’



‘By assuming that Buruk acts on behalf of King Diskanar, you mean.’



‘Just so.’



‘He would then seek to counter the merchant.’



Nifadas sighed his agreement.



‘Which,’ Brys continued, ‘is itself not necessarily a bad thing.’



‘True, in itself not necessarily a bad thing.’



‘Unless you intend, as the king’s official representative and nominal head of the delegation, to counter the merchant in your own way. To deflect those interests Buruk has been charged with presenting to the Edur.’



The First Eunuch’s small mouth hinted at a smile.



Nothing more than that, yet Brys understood. His gaze travelled to the window behind Nifadas. Clouds swam blearily through the bubbled, wavy glass. ‘Not Hull’s strengths,’ he said.



‘No, we are agreed in that. Tell me, Finadd, what do you know of this Acquitor, Seren Pedac?’



‘Reputation only. But it’s said she owns a residence here in the capital. Although I have never heard if she visits.’



‘Rarely. The last time was six years ago.’



‘Her name is untarnished,’ Brys said.



‘Indeed. Yet one must wonder… she is not blind, after all. Nor, I gather, unthinking.’



‘I would imagine, First Eunuch, that few Acquitors are.’



‘Just so. Well, thank you for your time, Finadd. Tell me,’ he added as he slowly rose, indicating the audience was at an end, ‘have you settled well as the King’s Champion?’



‘Uh, well enough, First Eunuch.’



‘The burden is easily shouldered by one as young and fit as you, then?’



‘Not easily. I would make no claim to that.’



‘Not comfortable, but manageable.’



‘A fair enough description.’



‘You are an honest man, Brys. As one of the king’s advisers, I am content with my choice.’



But you feel I need the reminder. Why is that ? ‘I remain honoured, First Eunuch, by the king’s faith, and of course, yours.’