The Complete Tamuli Trilogy: Domes of Fire, The Shining Ones, The Hidden City. David Eddings

Androl was not present. Androl’s intellectual gifts were not profound, and he much preferred to let his wife deal with state matters. The Atan King looked very impressive, but he was at his best in ceremonial situations where no surprises were likely to come up.

      ‘Ask her if they’ve seen any Trolls farther south,’ Sparhawk murmured to his wife.

      ‘Why don’t you ask her?’

      ‘Let’s keep things sort of formal, Ehlana. This is technically a conversation between the two of you. I don’t think the rest of us are supposed to join in. Let’s not take a chance of violating a propriety we don’t know about.’

      Ehlana posed the question, and Oscagne translated.

      ‘No,’ Norkan repeated Betuana’s answer. ‘The Trolls appear to have settled in the forests along the north slopes. So far as we know, they haven’t come deeper into Atan.’

      ‘Warn her that Trolls are very good at hiding in forests,’ Ulath advised.

      ‘So are we,’ the reply was translated.

      ‘Ask her if some advice on tactics would offend her,’ the Genidian Knight said then. ‘We Thalesians have had many experiences with Trolls – most of them bad.’

      ‘We are always willing to listen to the voice of experience,’ came the Atan queen’s reply.

      ‘When we encounter Trolls in Thalesia, we usually stay back a ways and shoot some arrows into them,’ Ulath informed Ehlana. ‘It’s hard to kill them with arrows, because their fur and their hides are so thick, but it’s a good idea to slow them down if you can. Trolls are much, much quicker than they look, and they have very long arms. They can snatch a man out of his saddle quicker than the man can blink.’

      Ehlana went through the formality of repeating his words.

      ‘What does the Troll do then?’ Betuana’s expression was curious.

      ‘First he pulls off the man’s head. Then he eats the rest of him. Trolls don’t like to eat heads for some reason.’

      Ehlana choked slightly on that.

      ‘We do not use the bow in war,’ Norkan translated Betuana’s flowing Tamul. ‘We only use it in the hunt for creatures we intend to eat.’

      ‘Well,’ Ulath said a bit dubiously, ‘you could eat a Troll if you wanted to, I guess. I won’t guarantee the flavour, though.’

      ‘I refuse to repeat that, Sir Ulath!’ Ehlana exclaimed.

      ‘Ask her if javelins would be acceptable in the Atan culture,’ Tynian suggested.

      ‘Javelins would be quite all right,’ Norkan replied. ‘I’ve seen the Atans practising with them.’

      Betuana spoke to him rapidly and at some length.

      ‘Her Majesty’s asked me to translate in narrative,’ Norkan told them. ‘The sun is well up, and she knows you should be on the road. Oscagne tells me that you’re planning to take the road leading to Lebas in Tamul proper. Atan society’s organised along clan lines, and each clan has its own territory. You’ll be passed along from clan to clan as you ride east. It’s a breach of etiquette for one clan to intrude on the territory of another, and breaches of etiquette are avoided at all costs here in Atan.’

      ‘I wonder why,’ Stragen murmured.

      ‘Oscagne,’ Norkan said then, ‘as soon as you reach civilisation, send me a score or so of imperial messengers with fast horses. Her Majesty wants to keep in close contact with Matherion during the crisis.’

      ‘Very good idea,’ Oscagne agreed.

      Then Betuana rose, towering over all of them. She affectionately embraced Ehlana and then Mirtai, clearly indicating that it was time for them to continue their journey eastward.

      ‘I will cherish the memory of this visit, dear Betuana,’ Ehlana told her.

      ‘And I will as well, dearly-loved sister-queen,’ Betuana replied in almost flawless Elenic.

      Ehlana smiled. ‘I wondered how long you were going to hide your understanding of our language, Betuana,’ she said.

      ‘You knew?’ Betuana seemed surprised.

      Ehlana nodded. ‘It’s very hard to keep your face and your eyes from revealing your understanding while you’re waiting for the translation. Why do you keep your knowledge of Elenic a secret?’

      ‘The time the translator takes to convert your words into human speech gives me time to consider my reply,’ Betuana shrugged.

      ‘That’s a very useful tactic,’ Ehlana said admiringly. ‘I wish I could use it in Eosia, but everybody there speaks Elenic, so I couldn’t really get away with it.’

      ‘Bandage your ears,’ Ulath suggested.

      ‘Does he have to do that?’ Ehlana complained to Sparhawk.

      ‘It’s only a suggestion, your Majesty,’ Ulath shrugged. ‘Pretend to be deaf and have some people around to wiggle their fingers at you as if they were translating.’

      She stared at him. ‘That’s absurd, Ulath. Do you have any idea of how awkward and inconvenient that would be?’

      ‘I just said it was a suggestion, your Majesty,’ he said mildly. ‘I didn’t say it was a good one.’

      Following a formal farewell which was once again primarily for Mirtai’s benefit, the queen and her party rode eastward out of Atana along the Lebas road. Once they were clear of the city, Oscagne, who had insisted on riding a horse that day, suggested to Sparhawk, Stragen and Vanion that they ride forward to confer with the other knights. They found them near the head of the column. Tynian was entertaining them with a much-embellished account of a probably imaginary amorous adventure.

      ‘What’s afoot?’ Kalten asked when Sparhawk and the others joined them.

      ‘Sparhawk and I conferred with Sephrenia and Zalasta last night,’ Vanion replied. ‘We thought we might share the fruits of our discussions – out of Ehlana’s hearing.’

      ‘That sounds ominous,’ the blond Pandion observed.

      ‘Not entirely,’ Vanion smiled. ‘Our conclusions are still a bit tenuous, and there’s no point in alarming the queen until we’re a bit more certain.’

      ‘Then there is something to be alarmed about, isn’t there, Lord Vanion?’ Talen asked.

      ‘There’s always something to be alarmed about,’ Khalad told his brother.

      ‘We’ve sort of concluded that we’re facing a God,’ Vanion told them. ‘I’m sure you’ve all more or less worked that out for yourselves.’

      ‘Did you really have to invite me to come along this time, Sparhawk?’ Kalten complained. ‘I’m not very good at dealing with Gods.’

      ‘Who is?’

      ‘You weren’t so bad at Zemoch.’

      ‘Luck, probably.’

      ‘This is the way our reasoning went,’ Vanion continued. ‘You’ve been seeing that shadow again, and the cloud. On the surface at least, they seem to be divine manifestations, and these armies out of the past – the Lamorks and the Cyrgai – couldn’t have been raised by a mortal. Zalasta told us that he’d tried it once and that it all fell apart on him. If he can’t do it, we can be fairly sure that nobody else can either.’

      ‘Logical,’ Bevier approved.

      ‘Thank you. Now then, the Trolls all left Thalesia a while back, and they’ve started to show up here in Atan. We more or less agreed that they wouldn’t have done that unless they’d been commanded to by someone they’d obey. Couple that fact with the