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Chapters (43)
  1. Chapter 1
  2. Chapter 2
  3. Chapter 3
  4. Chapter 4
  5. Chapter 5
  6. Chapter 6
  7. Chapter 7
  8. Chapter 8
  9. Chapter 9
  10. Chapter 10
  11. Chapter 11
  12. Chapter 12
  13. Chapter 13
  14. Chapter 14
  15. Chapter 15
  16. Chapter 16
  17. Chapter 17
  18. Chapter 18
  19. Chapter 19
  20. Chapter 20
  21. Chapter 21
  22. Chapter 22
  23. Chapter 23
  24. Chapter 24
  25. Chapter 25
  26. Chapter 26
  27. Chapter 27
  28. Chapter 28
  29. Chapter 29
  30. Chapter 30
  31. Chapter 31
  32. Chapter 32
  33. Chapter 33
  34. Chapter 34
  35. Chapter 35
  36. Chapter 36
  37. Chapter 37
  38. Epilogue
  39. Historical Afterword
  40. Acknowledgements
  41. About the Author
  42. Letter from Author
  43. Copyright

Valens thought for a time before he spoke. ‘You must hate your husband’s brother. Having told us that, you know what will happen to him at our hands. The persuasion will not be gentle, although we will not kill him unless it is essential.’

‘I would be happy to see him dead, but it is unnecessary.’ She looked into Valens’s eyes. ‘I also have been to the Caspian with my husband, and know the passes as well as any merchant.’

‘No.’

‘You must take me with you.’

‘It is impossible.’

She looked away. In the lamplight her face appeared longer, the bones more pronounced, like that of a man.

‘You have to take me with you.’

‘We do not.’

‘If I go with you, there will be no outcry. But if you leave me here, the whole of Persia will be on your tracks.’

Valens said nothing.

‘You see, I know why you are here.’

‘We are merchants.’

‘No, you have been sent to rescue . . . someone . . . from the Castle of Silence.’

‘What makes you think that?’

‘Zabda told me before he died.’

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

To the Caspian Sea

THE RIDER WAS WAITING AT the head of the pass, where the track ran between towering crags on one side and a vertiginous ravine on the other.

Although it was too far to make out the individual, Valens knew it was her.

‘It is not an ambush,’ their guide said. ‘This is a dangerous place, but brigands would lie concealed up on the heights.’

No, thought Valens, not an ambush for us, but a most unwelcome turn of events for you.

They plodded up the long rise. The horses were weary, and their heads were down as they negotiated the incline. It was late in the afternoon, and it had been a long day’s ride since they left the village at dawn. They would make camp beyond the pass.

So far the guide had not attempted to lead them astray. That treachery would be planned for deeper into the wild mountains that barred the passage from the Tigris to the Caspian. The brother of Lucia’s dead husband was a merchant, and he spoke Greek. He had an abrupt manner and an untrustworthy face. Did not some philosophers say that all trade involved cheating? Merchants bought goods cheap to sell them at a profit. On this journey, the man had a more deadly deceit in mind.