'Of what?'

'What's going to happen. And…'

Carnelian waited, looking down and playing with the hair that lay everywhere on the floor. He wanted to make it easy for Tain to say anything he wanted.

The killings… the killings on the boat. Everyone's rattled.'

'You as well?'

'What do you think?'

Carnelian relived the horror in his mind. The boy saw him pale and began nibbling the edge of his hand. 'It was my fault, Tain.'

'Maybe so. But there's other stuff. On the ship the lads heard things, sounds coming from the other cabins.'

'What sort of sounds?'

Tain's face creased up. 'Punishment sounds… other things… they're… we're afraid of the other Masters. And the Master, our Master, he's been behaving very strangely. The lads have even grown a little afraid of him.'

Carnelian felt a twinge of anger that they should dare judge his father. 'What can I do?'

'Keep an eye on them. You know they only live to serve you and the Master?'

The pleading in Tain's eyes melted Carnelian's anger. 'I know they do. Tell them that I'll do all I can.'

Tain beamed. ‘I told them you would, Carnie.' He made to kiss his hand, but Carnelian grabbed him instead and gave him a hug. They let go of each other.

'Now get on with my head.'

Together, they had stood on the balcony watching the sparks light up in the black valley all the way up the road. 'Like a river of stars,' said Tain in wonder. He turned to Carnelian who stood like an ivory carving beside him. 'Did you see the Master of this place, Carnie?' 'Yes.'

'Does he have a legion?' 'I'm not sure. Perhaps…'

Tain's eyes opened very wide. He reached out to touch Carnelian's arm. 'Do you think there're dragons here?'

Carnelian shrugged. T don't know.' It made him wonder himself.

Tain went inside and drew back the feathered blankets to sprinkle perfume on the linen sheets. Then he took a blanket and began to make himself a bed with it on the floor. Carnelian told him he could sleep with him in the bed. The floor's of stone. You'll have frozen to death by the morning and then what use will you be?'

In the darkness Carnelian nesded into his brother's warm back. He could feel the bumps down his spine. They had not slept in the same bed since they were infants.

'Do you think we'll see dragons?' whispered Tain. 'I'm sure we will,' Carnelian replied. 'Now go to sleep.'

'Carnie. Carnie.'

Carnelian woke and had no idea where he was. The Master has sent for you.'

It was Tain with an intense dark gaze. Carnelian sat up and swung his feet onto the floor. He rubbed his face, knuckled his gummy eyes, then stood up shakily. He lifted his arms out to the sides and screwed up his face in anticipation of the cold touch of the pad.

Tain pushed Carnelian's arms down gently. 'I was told not to clean you.'

'Sorry?'

'You are to go as you are.'

Carnelian stared at his brother, confused.

Tain chuckled. 'Well, not exactly as you are. You're to wear this.' His chin nudged a black garment draped between his outstretched arms.

Carnelian bent forward to allow Tain to feed it over his arms and head. Tain stroked it smooth then did up its spine of hooks. Carnelian yawned. He ran his palms down over the crusty brocades. 'What sort of robe is this?'

Tain shrugged. Annoyance pushed its way through Carnelian's sleepiness. He lifted up some of the black cloth, peered at it, traced its patterns of glassy beads with a finger. He felt he should be able to read them. He could not. He shook his head and let the cloth drop.

Tain led him out from his chambers. Carnelian felt unwashed, naked without his paint as he walked out into the great hall where the blue canopies were billowing. Doors were open, leading off in a long succession to the predawn sky. His people were face down on the mosaic. Tain joined them there. A door hissed open with an exhalation of lily. His father appeared, narrow, tall, his face fearfully white, clad in an identical black robe. Someone with eyes averted handed his father his mask and he hid his face like the moon behind a golden cloud.

'See,' his father commanded.

Their people looked up and then rose to their knees. Keal and the other guardsmen began rising to their feet.

We go alone, his father signed, using the Lordly 'we'. He paced towards the outer door. Carnelian fell in behind him, scratching an itch on his head, startled when he touched stubbled scalp. He had forgotten the shaving. The hard edge of his mask pushed into his hand. He smiled his gratitude at Tain, put it on, then followed his father's back, watching the black samite bunch and loosen with each pace. The doors rumbled open and they passed into the gloomy hall beyond.

They walked down the centre of the hall. At the end was a tall door before which flames leaping in braziers were the only guards. Silver ammonites embossed the door like startled eyes.

'My Lord, why would the Legates use their legions against Osrakum?' asked Carnelian, feeling the need to almost whisper.

His father did not turn his head but kept his eyes fixed upon the door. The Legates and the commanders under them are all, naturally, of the Lesser Chosen. The God Emperor appoints them all. They serve the House of the Masks. It is their only source of wealth.'

'Because they are excluded from the division of the flesh tithe as well as the taxes from the cities?' said Carnelian.

His father nodded. 'Although they form no part of the Balance of the Powers, they hold in their hands almost all the military might of the Commonwealth.'

'And it is feared that they will take with force what the Three Powers would keep wholly for themselves?'

They had reached the door. Flames flapped like hands in spasm. Carnelian glanced up. Flickers of their light were trapped in each tarnished spiral.

'Quite so. We have taken many precautions against them, chief of these being that we hold all they possess and care for within the Sacred Wall of Osrakum.'

'But if they have the legions…?'

The Great have the double-strength legion, the Ichorian, and with this we hold the Three Gates into Osrakum.'

'Would it not be safer to include the Lesser Chosen within the franchise of the Great?'

His father looked down at him. Then the legions would be ours and the Balance would be broken.'

'Could Legates not be appointed from the House of the Masks itself?'

'No-one of the Imperial Power can ever be permitted even to cross the Skymere to its outer shore. If ever that happened, and they managed to escape Osrakum, they could use the legions to overthrow us and again the Balance would be broken.'

Carnelian gaped. 'What you are saying, Father, is that those of the House of the Masks are prisoners of the Great.'

His father was eyeing the gloomy length of the hall. 'Say, rather, hostages.'

The Great hold the God Emperor Themselves hostage?'

'As They in turn use their legions to hold us hostage in Osrakum. That is the Balance.'

'And how do the Wise form part of this Balance?'

They are the Law made flesh. Inside Osrakum they constrain the freedoms of all the Chosen. Outside, they maintain the roads with their watch-towers and the left-ways with their couriers. Though blind, there is nothing in the Three Lands they do not see. Additionally, it is their ammonites that form a seal across the Three Gates. They keep the inner and the outer worlds apart and form the only bridge across the divide. It is only at their sufferance that we ourselves are permitted to be here, outside Osrakum.'