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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

His body already swaying to the rhythm, Iudex made his way to the open space at the centre of the room.

‘All this talk of Eve and Adam,’ Valens said, ‘are we sure he is not a Christian?’

‘He once told me he followed some prophet called Mani,’ Clemens said. ‘Whatever, touched by one god or another. Utterly insane, but he does dance well.’

Valens took a drink.

‘That eunuch was full of shit,’ Aulus said. ‘There was no venison at all to be had in the market, but I did get some bacon.’

But Valens was not listening. His eyes followed Iudex as, despite his sobriety, the soldier capered like a Bacchant in time to the music. Could such a strange man be trusted?

*

At first they thought it was another Tower of Silence. In the distance, the vultures wheeled black against the hot azure sky. When they got nearer, they saw it was not.

The column had spent two further days resting in the caravanserai. They had not drunk as much as the first night, but Hairan looked exhausted by the time they left. Valens had not visited the dark girl again. For three days they had been riding south, the river on their right. On the second they had come to Nineveh. Little remained of the fabled city of the once mighty Assyrian empire, except low humps in the ground and a squalid settlement sprawled among them.

What I have eaten and wantoned, the pleasures I have had of my loves,

These alone have I now. The rest of my blessings have vanished.

It was Hairan who had recited the notorious lines. Valens had accompanied the Hatrene in searching the site. But for all their efforts they found no trace of the stone on which the poem was said to be inscribed, nor any of the sculptures with which the last Assyrian king had adorned his ancient capital.

They had spent the night in Nineveh. Setting out the next morning, they expected a long day would bring them to the Lykos River, which they would follow east into the mountains. Somewhere upstream they would hire a local to guide them through the passes.

It was in the afternoon, the sun arcing down, when they spotted the vultures. As before, something unspoken drew them away from their route. Coming closer, they saw the burnt wagon, the scatter of debris about it. Valens sent Hairan and Aulus out to scout the surroundings.