The Hidden City

happen earlier, the way you carry on. Have you any idea at all of who the father is?’
    ‘Sarabian,’ Elysoun replied with a shrug of her shoulders. ‘Do you think it’s safe to leave now, Liatris? I think we’d better get to our husband as quickly as we can. Chacole wouldn’t have sent people to kill Gahennas unless this was the night when she was planning her attempt on Sarabian.’
    ‘She’ll have people watching all the doors,’ Liatris said.
    ‘Not all the doors, dear,’ Elysoun smiled. ‘I know of at least three that she’s not aware of. You see, Gahennas, there are some advantages to having an active social life. Check the hallway, Liatris. Let’s get Gahennas out of here before Chacole’s assassins come back.’
    The Cyrgai at the bronze gate stood back fearfully as Sparhawk led the others up the last few steps. ‘YBIn Cyrgon!’ the officer in charge said, smashing his fist against his breastplate in a kind of formal salute.
    ‘Respond, Anakha,’ Xanetia’s voice murmured in Sparhawk’s ear. ’Tis customary.’
    ‘YBIn Cyrgon!’ Sparhawk said, also banging on his chest and being careful not to allow the cloak he’d removed from the unconscious Temple Guardsman to open and reveal the fact that he was wearing his mail-shirt rather than an ornate breastplate.
    The officer seemed not to notice. Sparhawk and the others marched through the gate and moved along a broad street toward a kind of central square. ‘Is he still watching?’ Sparhawk muttered.
    ‘Nay, Anakha,’ Xanetia replied. ‘He and his men have returned to the guardroom beside the gate.’
    It had appeared from below that the only buildings within the walls at the summit of Cyrga were the fortress-palace and the temple, but that was not entirely true. There were other structures as well, low, utilitarian-looking buildings, storehouses for the most part, Sparhawk guessed. ‘Talen,’ he said back over his shoulder, ‘ease over to the side of the street. Find a door you can get open in a hurry. Let’s get out of sight while Xanetia scouts around.’
    ‘Right,’ Talen replied. He ducked into the shadows and a moment later they heard his whisper and quickly moved to the door he was holding open for them.
    ‘Now what?’ Kalten asked.
    ‘Xanetia and I go looking for Ehlana and Alcan,’ Aphrael’s voice replied out of the darkness.
    ‘Where were you?’ Talen asked curiously. ‘When we were coming up the hill, I mean?’
    ‘Here and there,’ she replied. ‘My family’s moving all the others into position, and I wanted to be sure everything’s going according to schedule.’
    ‘Is it?’
    ‘It is now. There were a couple of problems, but I took care of them. Let’s get at this, Xanetia. We still have a lot to do before morning.’
    ‘There they are,’ Setras said. ‘I wasn’t really all that far off, was I?’
    ‘Are you sure this time?’ Bergsten demanded.
    ‘You’re cross with me, aren’t you, Bergsten?’
    Bergsten sighed, and decided to let it pass. ‘No, Divine One,’ he replied. ‘We all make mistakes, I guess.’
    ‘That’s frightfully decent of you, old boy,’ Setras thanked him. We were moving in generally the right direction. I was just off a few degrees, that’s all.’
    ‘Are you certain those are the right peaks this time, Divine One?’ Heldin rumbled.
    ‘Oh, absolutely,’ Setras said happily. ‘They’re exactly as Aphrael described them. You notice how they glow in the moonlight?’
    Heldin squinted across the desert at the two glowing spires rearing up out of the dark jumble of broken rock.
    ‘They look about right,’ he said dubiously.
    ‘I have to go find the gate,’ Setras told them. ‘It’s supposed to be exactly on a line from the gap between the two peaks.’
    ‘Are you sure, Divine One?’ Bergsten asked. ‘It’s that way on the south side, but do we know for certain that it’s the same here on the north?’
    ‘You’ve never met Cyrgon, have you, old boy? He’s the most stupid creature you’ve ever seen. If there’s a gate on the south, there’ll be one on the north as well, believe me. Don’t go away. I’ll be right back.’ He turned and strolled off across the desert toward the two peaks glowing in the moonlight.
    Atana Maris was standing to one side of Bergsten and Heldin with a slightly troubled look on her face.
    ‘What’s the matter, Atana?’ Heldin asked her.
    ‘I think there is something I do not understand, Heldin-Knight.” she