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recognize you, your Majesty. A thousand pardons!"
In his alarm, he grew almost as flowery as a Makuraner. Maniakes held up a
hand to stem the tide of self-reproach. "Excellent Ipokasios, for driving the
Kubratoi from my trail I would forgive you a great deal more than not knowing
who I am, though I hope you'll greet the next ragged traveler with a touch
more forbearance than you showed me."
Ipokasios hung his handsome head. "It shall be just as you say, your Majesty."
Maniakes wouldn't have risked a copper to win a pile of goldpieces that it
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would be as he had said he knew well-bred arrogance when he saw it but perhaps
the officer believed he was telling the truth, and was properly apologetic any
which way.
From behind Ipokasios, one of his men cried, "But, your Majesty, what
happened?"
That was the question Ipokasios should have come up with himself. Maniakes and
his comrades explained: variations on the theme of treachery. The men from
Videssos the city cursed to hear what had happened to the imperial camp, the
priests, the mimes, and the gold.
"To say nothing of all the peasants the Kubratoi raped away from the northern
marches after they routed us," Maniakes added glumly. Without enough peasants,
the rest of the Empire would soon grind to a halt, though city folk had
trouble remembering it.
"Peasants." Ipokasios dismissed them with a short, contemptuous wave, which
proved only that he had never paused to think about where the bread he ate
every day came from.
"Enough chatter," Maniakes said; making Ipokasios understand that his view of
the way the Empire worked was too simple would have taken more time than
Maniakes had to spare and might have taken longer than winning the war would
have done. "I need to get back to the palaces as fast as I can go. I blundered
into disaster; now I have to start setting it to rights."
Few people on the streets of Videssos the city recognized him as he made his
way across town toward the palace quarter. That he found refreshing; being the
focus of everyone's gaze had quickly come to seem a trial. Next time he
achieved the present effect, though, he vowed not to use such drastic means.
Few people recognized him in the palace quarter, either. The bureaucrats who
deigned to notice him did so for his ragged clothes and scruffy horse. What
they were wondering, very plainly, was how such a ragged fellow had become
part of a body of imperial soldiers.
At the imperial residence, guards and eunuchs likewise failed to realize what
he was until one of the latter exclaimed in high-pitched tones of horror,
"Phos preserve us! It is the Avtokrator, returned in this rough guise."
The servitors fell on him like an army, crying out the virtues of soaking and
steaming and hot scented oil and clean linens and silk and squab stuffed with
mushrooms and fine fragrant wine. He held up a hand. "Those all sound
wonderful," he said, and, as if to prove it, his belly rumbled. "First,
though, I'll see my wife and my father and let them know I'm alive and what's
happened to me."
"Your Majesty," one of the eunuchs quavered, "where is the esteemed Kameas?"
Maniakes grimaced, but that question, like so many others, had to be faced.
"If he's lucky, prominent sir, the Kubratoi have captured him. If he's not
lucky " He didn't think he had to elaborate on that.
The eunuch looked down at the stairs of the imperial residence. "If being
captured by the barbarians is good fortune, Phos ward us from the bad," he
said.
After dismissing the troops who had escorted him through the city and praising
those who had fought and fled with him from just outside Imbros Maniakes went
into the imperial residence. Drawn by the commotion, Niphone waited just
inside the entrance. By the expression on her face, Maniakes gauged the state
of his own decrepitude.
"I'll be all right," he said. "I'm just hungry and tired and dirty and worn to
a nub. I wish the rest of my news were as good as what I can say about
myself." In a few gloomy sentences, he told once more of Etzilios' assault.
Niphone's finger traced the sun-circle above her heart. "So long as you are
safe," she whispered.
"I'm safe," Maniakes said, and, for the first time, began to believe it
himself. Every moment of every day since the Kubrati surprise had passed for
him as if he were a hunted animal, with the huntsman always about to fall on
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him. Only luck and watchfulness had saved him, and that watchfulness had grown
so ingrained in a few short days that lifting it took strong, conscious
effort. After a moment, he went on, "But so much and so many have been lost:
Bagdasares, Kameas, the treasure I was to give the khagan in exchange for
peace, the priests who would have blessed that peace, the mimes and horses
Etzilios would have marveled to see. All gone."
Niphone sketched the sun-circle again. "May the men safely walk the bridge of
the separator and reach Phos' light. As for the beasts and treasure, you are
the Avtokrator. Of these things you can always get more."
"Would it were so easy!" Maniakes said with a bitter laugh. "If only I could
order them from a storeroom or conjure them up and have them appear when I
commanded. But I cannot do those things, and I do not know where to lay my
hands on more gold."
"My father is logothete of the treasury," Niphone said, as if reminding him of
something he had forgotten. "Speak to him. He will get gold for you."
Maniakes had spoken with Kourikos, more than once. The main thing his
father-in-law had told him was that not only the coffers but also the yearly
tax revenues were disastrously low. That was hardly surprising, after years of
invasion and civil war, and with the Makuraners in the westlands and the
Kubratoi not only working great destruction but also keeping tax collectors
from even reaching huge tracts of land. Till some of the invaders were driven
out, the imperial government would have to run on shoestrings and cheese
parings.
No point in burdening Niphone with any of that, though. Maniakes said, "We'll
do what we can, that's all. That's all I want to do for myself right now:
bathe, eat, and sleep for a week."
Rotrude would have looked at him out of the corner of her eye and said, "And
then?" He could all but hear the words, and the saucy flavor her Haloga drawl
would lend them. Niphone just nodded earnestly. Maniakes sighed a silent sigh.
We'll do all we can, that's all, he thought.
Stragglers from Maniakes' journey up to Imbros kept reaching Videssos the
city, sometimes by ones and twos, sometimes in larger groups. A lot of them
told terrible tales about what they had seen the Kubratoi doing to the
countryside as they made their way south. None of what they said surprised
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