Younos
The Sultana sat down next to her husband, and cleared her throat. Everyone in the room was paying attention, including her ‘lord and master’.
“They are using some manner of battle tactics,” she said. “Even a cursory examination of their sheer power will tell any of us that they could decimate our kingdom if that was their purpose. This means one of three possible alternatives. One. Someone inimical to our kingdom who has designs on its resources has managed to control them. Two. These creatures seek something valuable within our kingdom which must not be harmed, and which must not be at the receiving end of their war machine. Three. There is something within our borders that these creatures actually fear. Or perhaps some combination of some or all of these three alternatives. Can anyone think of another reason for their disabling border security, when with their might, they may as well destroy our kingdom?”
The conference room was silent. An errand boy, of Hellenic origin, who almost appeared to be hiding within himself, coughed slightly. In the stony silence, his cough sounded like an explosion. Several ministers gave him looks that were different proportions of irate and annoyed. The Sultana looked at him quizzically.
“If you have anything to say, boy, say it now,” she said, her face assuming a stern expression.
He coughed again, and stepped forward.
“Your last alternative sounds the most reasonable, your majesty,” he said, his voice trembling. “Perhaps there is some real threat within our kingdom that they perceive.”
She considered his words for a moment, and then spoke.
“What manner of threat would that be, child?”
“It must be something that we are unaware of, ourselves, your majesty,” the boy said, his voice sounding barely braver. “We must have something within our borders that is so powerful that the serpents dare not challenge it openly, and yet we have no knowledge of it.”
“And why is this alternative superior to the other two?” she asked.
The boy was still trembling, but he found the courage to speak up.
“Your majesty,” he said, “I…”
He paused. He wanted the Sultana to give him permission to go on before he pointed out something she had missed.
“I beg your pardon, your majesty, it is not for someone such as myself to suggest so audacious a thing,” he said.
“Say what you will, boy,” she said, giving him a look that mixed impatience and reassurance. “You have my word that you will not be held accountable for any words you say to me now since you say it in the interests of the kingdom.”
He sighed a breath of relief, and went on.
“The creatures converse in a code, your majesty,” he said.
“He speaks a lie, your highness,” a general piped up. “None has heard the creatures speak a word.”
“Answer the charge, boy,” the Sultana said.
“They speak with their eyes, your majesty,” the boy said.
The conference room erupted with laughter. There were calls to make the boy a court jester, and other calls to throw him out on the street and whip him so that he never displayed such insolence again. The minister of minerals said that they needed boys to ferry minerals in many mines. Since slave rights had been increased, many chose to become palace slaves and slaves in cities. He could use a boy like this to be a mineral hod carrier. The head of the guild of geomancers said that if he were given free reign, he would use the boy to make measurements. He seemed to like counting and patterns, and he would make him count so much that his imagination would be out for the count. The courtroom guffawed at the geomancer’s wordplay.
The Sultana didn’t laugh, and raised a hand to silence the room.
“The next words you say, boy, will determine whether you stay in my presence or not,” the Sultana said. “I’ve given you my word that you will not be harmed, so you will not. But I can make it very unpleasant.”
“Your Majesty,” the boy said, “I have been following many of the missives and stories since the battle with the sisters got underway.”
“Hardly a battle,” the Sultan said, giving a tragic chuckle, and nodded at the boy to go on.
“Their eyes change color, your Majesty,” he said, now including the Sultan in his gaze while he spoke. “They change color in a specific pattern, and different army amanuenses have noted the order in different attacks. I glanced at a report that compiled all these descriptions while I was cleaning General Mohal’s room.”
The boy shot a frightened glance at the Sultana. He had just confessed to snooping, and that meant that he had just surrendered himself to the Sultana’s mercy for the good of the kingdom. She smiled at him as though she were his mother, and asked him to go on without being afraid. The general glared at the boy, willing him to shut up, and the geomancer gave him a look of contempt. The boy didn’t falter though.