Dark Sun: Prism Pentad 1 - The Verdent Passage (20 page)

The shadow of a sentimental smile formed on Tithian's lips, and Agis knew he had made
contact. He did not press the probe any farther, giving the high templar's mind
time to adjust to its presence.

“With all of your duties, it must be difficult to attend to your lands,” Agis said
casually.

“It can be difficult at times,” Tithian replied.

“Perhaps I can help you.”

Tithian raised an eyebrow. “How?”

Inside Tithian's mind, the high templar's subconscious noticed the memory Agis had planted
and began supplying its own details. Young Tithian's auburn hair was suddenly pulled into
a short pony-tail, for he had just turned twelve and won the right to groom himself as he
pleased. Agis's own black hair was cropped almost to the point of baldness, much shorter
than he had ever worn it, and his ears stuck out at an embarrassing angle.

The sweet scent of faro blossoms filled the noses of the two boys, for it had rained that
year and all of the spiny plants boasted at least one of the huge red flowers. Short
swords with obsidian blades appeared on the boys hips and crossbows in their hands. They
were near the top of the gentle hill that separated the fields from the irrigation pond,
hunting varls.

Agis suppressed a shudder at this memory. Not realizing how important the scaly slugs were
to the orchard's health, his father had sent him to hunt them at every opportunity. It was
a wonder there had been any trees left when the estate finally came into Agis's hands.

The young Tithian, standing near the top of the hill, suddenly dropped to his belly and
motioned for Agis to do the same.

To the men standing in the gladiatorial stadium, all of this occurred in the blink of an
eye. It was the moment Agis had been waiting for.

“Let me manage your fields,” the noble said to his old friend. “I'll make them as fertile
as mine.”

At the same time, from behind the screen inside Tithian's mind, he sent out a single,
compelling message:
That is a wise suggestion.

Tithian's subconscious continued to unfurl the memory. The young Agis called and asked
what was wrong Tithian silenced his friend with a finger to the lips, then peered over the
top of the hill toward the irrigation pond.

Here Tithian's memory diverged widely from what Agis remembered. The noble recalled lying
on his belly in the dirt with the hot sun beating down on his back for what seemed like an
eternity. He had heard a faint rustle in the faro ahead, but had not even caught a glimpse
of what caused it. Agis had cocked his crossbow and waited, wondering what danger his
friend had seen lurking in the fields ahead.

Tithian's memory was different. In the high templar's mind, he was peering over the
hilltop. His eyes were fixed on Agis's curvaceous sister Tierney as she swam nude in the
pond.

The noble didn't know whether to be angered or amused at the memory. In all the years
since, Tithian had never revealed what he had really been watching over the top of the
hill.

In the stadium, the high templar asked, “And what do you get in return for managing my
fields?”

The tone of the question was amiable, but cautious. Of course Agis had no intention of
telling the high templar what he really wanted, which was the opportunity to arrange a
meeting between Rikus and Sadira.

“The use of your gladiators for part of each week,” he replied. “As kind as it was to
leave my women and children, they can't keep the scavengers out of the fields. In a day or
two each week, a few gladiators could kill enough thieves to eliminate the need for field
patrols, and it would be good practice for them.”

Returning to Tithian's mind, the memory became more familiar, though it still varied
slightly from what Agis recalled.

Suddenly three bony gith scampered through the faro, each clutching a sackful of stolen
needles in one four-fingered hand and a huge spear in the other. Through Tithian's memory,
Agis saw himself jump up and fire his crossbow, killing the leader. Young Tithian reacted
more slowly, for his attention had been fully absorbed by the beautiful young woman right
up until the moment he'd heard the scavengers.

Tithian struggled to bring his crossbow to bear. Agis drew his sword and charged the
second gith as it dropped its needle sack. Tithian inadvertently triggered his weapon. The
quarrel shot straight for his friend's head. Agis swung his sword, separating his target's
skull from its neck. The momentum carried him off his feet, and Tithian's bolt sailed over
his head. The quarrel took the last gith square in its bulging eye.

The high templar's memory of the event surprised Agis. For the last twenty-five years, the
senator had believed that his life had been saved by a well-timed and skillful shot.
Nevertheless, Agis was experienced enough in the Way that the discrepancies would not
interfere with his plan. The noble sent the message he had come to plant in Tithian's
head:
Say yes. Loan Rikus and Neeva to Agis.

Before his old friend could voice the agreement the noble hoped to hear, a female templar
stepped to Tithian's side with a message. As she whispered into her superior's ear, Agis
tried to listen from behind his memory screen. He heard a faint echo of the woman's voice
saying something about an urgent message. The thought passed too quickly for him to grasp,
but he didn't send a probe after it. The more active he became, the more likely it was
that Tithian would detect his presence.

“You'll have to excuse me for a moment, my friend,” Tithian said, moving down the terrace.
He spoke with the woman for several moments, pausing once to give his guest an apologetic
shrug.

Agis waited patiently, maintaining his presence in the high templar's mind by slowly
adding to the memory: Tierney appearing at the top of the hill, now dressed in a fleece
robe and proclaiming the two boys her saviors; the young Agis telling her how Tithian had
spotted the gith from the hilltop, and describing the incredible feat of marksmanship that
had saved his life.

The messenger continued to speak with the high templar for several moments. Tithian's
expression grew concerned, but Agis resisted the urge to expand his presence in his old
friend's mind. It was simply too risky.

When Tithian returned, he said, “My thanks for your offer, Agis, but my farm manager has
been with me since I inherited the Mericles estate. He's not as good as you, of course,
but I have no need to boost my land income. I'm sure you understand. It would be a shame
to put out a loyal retainer.”

Inside Tithian's mind, Agis found his memory screen isolated by a vast plain of silent,
white emptiness. Whatever the woman's message, it had put the high templar on the alert,
and he was now carefully suppressing his memories. For a moment, the noble worried that
Tithian had somehow detected his presence, but realized this could not be. If that had
happened, dozens of templars would be rushing to arrest him.

“I didn't mean to imply that I would take your man's place,” Agis said. “I intend to show
him better ways-”

Tithian raised a silencing hand. “He's quite touchy about his expertise,” the templar
said, taking Agis's arm and walking him toward the ziggurat. “I'll have a young gladiator
sent to your estate as a gift. He should keep the scavengers off your land.”

Agis locked eyes with the high templar. This has nothing to do with your farm manager,“ he
said, changing approaches. ”You just don't trust me."

As he spoke, he sent a black snake of guilt slithering across the empty plain around his
probe. Soon, the noble saw a mountainous form looming on the horizon. It was a flat-topped
pyramid with sides as black as night and as smooth as ice. With a start, Agis realized
that the pyramid was something Tithian had seen recently, something that weighed heavily
on his mind.

Glassy black balls began rolling off the pyramid, threatening to crush the snake-probe.
Grimacing at the energy it required, Agis attached wings to his serpent, and it lifted off
the white plain. For a moment he wondered if the avalanche had been a counterattack from
Tithian. When the balls reached the bottom of the pyramid, however, they kept going
without regard for the fact that they had missed him. A black shaft appeared in the plain,
and the balls rolled into it. Agis dropped his winged snake closer and saw that the hole
was lined by obsidian bricks.

A boiling mass of memory came shooting out of the shaft. Agis found himself staring into
the sunken black eyes of a small, haggard man wearing a golden diademÑ Kalak. Fearing
Tithian had lured him into a trap, Agis turned his probe away and flapped its wings with
all of his flagging strength.

The snake started to carry him out of Tithian's mind, but the noble paused when Kalak's
voice spoke in a conversational tone. “You saw the shaft in my tunnel?”

Agis turned his probe in the pyramid's direction. He saw the king's shriveled form
standing next to the obsidian structure. Kalak ran his gnarled fingers over the glassy
surface, his eyes fixed on Tithian, who now stood before him. It was not a trap, but
another memory.

Tithian nodded. “Yes, my king.”

“Good. During the games commemorating the completion of the ziggurat, you must place the
obsidian pyramid over the shaft you passed, but only when the last match of the day
begins,” Kalak said. “Make it look like part of the contest.”

“What about the throne and the balls?” Tithian asked. “Should I place them in the arena as
well, Mighty One.”

“No!” Kalak hissed, scowling as though he would kill the high templar. “Don't touch
anything else. The globes and the throne stay with me!”

“As you command,” Tithian replied. “Forgive me for asking. Is there anything else?”

Kalak nodded. “When the last game begins, I want you to lock all the gates to my stadium.”

“Until when?”

“Don't worry about opening themÑ”

In the memory, Kalak's form stopped speaking in mid-sentence and faded away. Tithian faced
Agis's flying snake, then the black pyramid rose off the white plain and sailed toward
him. Now completely certain that the high templar had discovered his presence, Agis
changed his snake to an arrow and shot across Tithian's mind like a bolt of lightning.

An instant later, he broke contact with the high templar.

“A man in my position can trust no one, not even his friends,” Tithian said, continuing
the conversation where it had left off only a moment earlier.

A
gis
was in no condition to follow Tithian's words, for he had all but exhausted himself inside
the high templar's mind He stumbled and nearly fell, then felt his friend gripping his arm
to prevent him from tumbling into the seats below.

“Easy,” Tithian said. "I wouldn't want you to fall.

Agis blinked several times. “Thanks for your concern,” he said, only a little
sarcastically. When he glanced to both his right and left, he saw no sign of the guards he
had expected the high templar to summon.

“Why aren't you arresting me?” Agis demanded, still leaning against the wall ringing the
terrace.

“Why should I?” Tithian asked, giving Agis a forbearing smile. The templar pulled the
noble away from the wall, then gently turned him so that he faced the immense ziggurat.
“Tell me, Agis, why do you suppose Kalak is having that thing constructed?”

“You're the one who's building it,” Agis said bitterly, recalling all his slaves whom the
high templar had confiscated. “You tell me.”

Tithian shrugged. “If I knew, I would,” he said warmly. “The king hasn't even told me what
it's for. I've shown you all that I know, and frankly, it scares me.”

Agis rolled his weary eyes. “Save your pathos for someone else,” he said. “I know you
better than that. The only life you're concerned with is your own.”

“Even to me, the possibilities of what Kalak's plan might mean are horrifying. What does
he need forty-thousand people locked in a stadium for?” Tithian countered. “Of course, if I
wasn't going to be one of the forty-thousand, it might be less horrifying, but that's
hardly relevant. I'm in this along with everyone else.”

Agis frowned. “What are you saying?”

Tithian raised his brow in a satiric look. “I think you're intelligent enough to figure it
outÑand if not you, then certainly those of your friends who do not like to show their
true faces in public.”

Though he was shocked to discover that Tithian knew of his tentative association with
Veiled Alliance, he tried not to show his surprise. “Assuming I do know someone who might
be interested in Kalak's plans, why did you show me the pyramid, and why do you want the
king's enemies to find out about it?”

Tithian took Agis's arm. “I want to survive,” the high templar said, guiding the noble
toward an exit. “To do that, two things must happen. First, Those Who Wear the Veil must
tell me where they hid their amulets. If I don't find the last one soon, Kalak will kill
me. Second, they must stop whatever the king has planned for the games. I'm going to be
there, too. I've seen no reason to think he intends to spare his high templars.”

“And what will you do in return?”

“Anything I can without getting myself killed,” Tithian answered. “To start with, I'll
allow Sadira to speak with my slave, RikusÑbut only after I've recovered the amulets.”

Agis stumbled. Though it was difficult, he refrained from asking how Tithian knew of
Sadira. Obviously the high templar had a spyÑeither close to him or high in the ranks of
the Alliance.

“Apparently you're still fatigued from the exercise of your powers,” the high templar
said, chuckling at Agis's clumsiness. He paused at the gate through which the noble had
entered the stadium. “Would you like to use my litter for the trip home?”

“No offense,” Agis said, “but I'd rather crawl on my hands and knees.”

As the noble stepped into the tunnel, Tithian caught him by the arm. “By the way, there's
one thing you should know about my proposal.”