Threshold (22 page)

“Shetzah!” I had picked up Ashdod’s curse words along with its milder language since I’d arrived. “Of course I am worried about
all
of my friends. They mean a great deal to me; I would not have survived without their love and help. I wonder if you are thinking of throwing them to the great water lizards!”

“You actually do worry about that, don’t you? Well, fear not, sweet Tirzah, they are far too valuable to waste. We’ll recoup much of their value through resale. They’ll be sent to the market places of Setkoth, perhaps even Adab and other northern cities, within the next few weeks.”

“Boaz –”

His arm slid about my waist and pulled me down to him. “And I admit I cannot wait to see them gone, Tirzah. For then I know I will have your undivided affection –”

“You have that now, Boaz,” I said quietly.

“And,” he said fiercely, “I know I will not have to watch the shadows about me for assassins and rebels.
When
do they plan their move, Tirzah?”

“I have been isolated from the slaves and tenements since I came to live with you, Boaz. Think you that they whisper to
me
of their hopes for freedom?”

“Curse you, Tirzah,” he whispered. “You shall not see your friends again. Your life is with me now.”

“Boaz!”

“There is
no
need! I shall instruct Kiamet and the other guards that you shall not leave this compound unless with me.”

“Boaz –”

“Do not presume too much upon the familiarity I have allowed you over past weeks, Tirzah. I am too close now to risk losing Threshold to
anyone.
”

I frowned, puzzled. What did he mean by that?

But then his arms wrapped yet more tightly about me and his voice softened. “Come now, Tirzah. I have spent all day watching my tongue about simpering courtiers. I do not want to have to snap at you, least of all places here, in bed. Come now.” His hands grew gentler. “Come now.” And he put his mouth to better uses than talking.

“Boaz! What are you doing abed? I thought we might stroll the gardens.”

“Zabrze!” Boaz, as I, had been almost asleep, and now he lurched into a sitting position. “What –?”

“Ah,” Zabrze said softly, walking from the doorway over to the bed. “Now I see. This is a most unusual situation for a Magus, is it not, Boaz?”

I rolled over and reached for a robe, thinking to leave, but Zabrze himself stopped me, sitting on the bed and staying my arm. “No. Do not move. I should have thought before such a rough intrusion. But Boaz,” and thankfully his eyes slid away from my nakedness to that
of his brother’s, “I was sure that I would find
you
alone.”

“What is it, Zabrze?”

“I wanted a quiet word with you, brother. But now is definitely not the time.” He smiled at me. “I know I would not want to be disturbed from such a woman’s bed. No. We can talk later.”

He rose and walked towards the door.

“Zabrze!”

“No,” Zabrze said. “Later, brother. What I have just seen needs careful thought, methinks.”

And then he was gone.

T
HE
next evening, the evening before the ceremony to lay the capstone, Boaz entertained his family. For a royal gathering it was a relatively informal affair. Several servants helped Holdat cook and set up a table in the pool chamber. It was laid with the best platters and glassware, and golden knives and spoons glittered.

The Goblet of the Frogs was conspicuous by its absence.

The only illumination was from scores of scented candles floating in the water, and I threw waterlilies and droplets of oil in as well, to add yet more beauty and scent.

Guards ringed the house, but at a respectful and discreet distance. It was very quiet and very serene, and I surveyed the chamber one last time before Chad-Nezzar, Zabrze and Neuf were due to arrive. Then I turned to go.

Boaz stood in the entranceway, immaculate and invulnerable in his Magus robes.

“I want to keep this private,” he said. “The last thing any of us needs is a dozen servants to upset the eye with their bustling. Holdat will serve the meal, you the wine.”

And then he was gone.

My throat choked with nerves. Serve wine to a Chad of Ashdod, a Prince and his wife? But I was only a humble glassworker!

But I had Holdat to guide me, and I could not do much wrong so long as I kept myself as inconspicuous as possible and didn’t spill the wine. I was used to serving Boaz, and I did well enough with his family. Chad-Nezzar largely ignored me, initially Neuf eyed me curiously, but not overly so (Zabrze had not told her, then), and then proceeded to ignore me as well, while Zabrze regarded me with unreadable black eyes and then followed the example of his wife and uncle.

For the early part of the meal I spent most of my time sitting on a stool in a darkened corner of the chamber, slowly relaxing, and moving to fill a goblet only when needed. Holdat did all the serving, taking plates silently and efficiently, offering platters or napkins according to occasion. I admired his skill, and wondered where Boaz had found him. Perhaps in Setkoth, for I could not imagine that Gesholme would have need of such skills.

Boaz and his family ate well and enjoyed, as far as I could tell, inconsequential gossip about courtiers and happenings in Setkoth. They did not raise their voices, save to laugh at the misfortune or social blunder of a courtier, and they patently kept clear of any contentious topic. Indeed, Neuf directed most of the conversation, leaning now close to her husband, now close to Chad-Nezzar, now resting her slim hand on Boaz’s arm and smiling into his face.

I wondered uncharitably if all those nieces and nephews were of such distant blood relation to Boaz. Neuf exuded an unmistakable sensuality beneath her elegance, and I resented her every time she directed it towards Boaz.

While the conversation proceeded amicably enough through the meal, Chad-Nezzar’s metals and gems kept up
a conversation all their own. As I passed to and fro about the table, I would hear them chatter about this and that, but on one occasion I was astounded to hear them whisper of their love for Chad-Nezzar himself. He was an old man, although yet vital, and they did not want him to die. I lingered over Neuf’s and then Zabrze’s goblets, trying to catch more.

Ah, they loved him, not so much for himself, but because they were afraid that when he died their happy community would be broken up. Chad-Nezzar had, apparently, been thus enmetalled and bejewelled for decades, and the metals and gems had grown fond of each other. Would the Prince Zabrze wear them when he inherited the throne?

Sadly, no, they thought, and I silently agreed with them. Long live Chad-Nezzar, if only for the elementals’ sakes.

As the evening progressed I found my services required more and more. All the men drank, if not heavily, then constantly. Voices rose and laughter sharpened.

Neuf finally rose from the table. “My husband. Tomorrow will be a long day, and I have two to sleep for now. I crave your indulgence and,” she turned to Chad-Nezzar, “the permission of the Mighty One, to retire.”

Chad-Nezzar waved his hand. I suspected he did it so often to show his jewels to their best advantage; as far as his jewels were concerned, they loved the slow, graceful rides through the air.

“You have it, my dear.”

“Neuf,” Zabrze said. “The girl can escort you back.”

His eyes drifted in my direction. “And perhaps the girl might like to give us her name. I have a curiosity to know.”

I opened my mouth, and then closed it. Should I give them my birth name? It would be far less surprising than if I said…

“Tirzah,” Boaz said. “Her name is Tirzah.”

Everyone, save Boaz, stared at me.

“Tirzah?” Chad-Nezzar said slowly. “
Tirzah?
”

Neuf looked at me, then at Boaz. “Well, well,” she said. “A strange name for a slave girl, Boaz. I was not aware slaves were permitted to wear the names of nobles. This site is more relaxed than I had originally thought.”

I had no idea what to do, but I decided that if Boaz had started it, then he could finish it. The choice of name was not my fault.

“She had a cumbersome name common among the northern savages,” Boaz said. “I thought to give her something prettier.”

“But the name of my
sister
?” said Chad-Nezzar.

“I should point out,” said Zabrze with some degree of amusement, “that I was curious about the girl’s name because she enjoys a…well, shall I say, a reasonably intimate relationship with Boaz.”

Neuf’s eyes jerked back to me. “A presumption, girl –”

“
My
presumption, name and relationship both!” Boaz snapped at his sister-in-law. “Leave her alone.”

“Boaz,” said Zabrze, “I like not your tone of voice.”

“My Lords and My Lady,” I hastened, “I will leave –”

“Assuredly, girl,” Neuf said, and stepped to the door. “You shall accompany me to my quarters. This
moment
!”

“Return when Neuf has released you,” Chad-Nezzar said. “I think we shall
all
want some more wine after this episode.”

Neuf shot him a black look, then stalked from the chamber, I hurrying after her.

She did not speak until we reached the residence. Then she turned to me under the swinging lights of the verandah.

“You are a very foolish girl.”

“Great Lady, I –”

“He is a Magus. He has no time for you.”

“Great Lady, I –”

Sharp fingers grasped my chin and angled my face to the light. I wondered if I was going to ever be allowed to get past the “I”.

“Perhaps it’s your northern blood.
Shetzah
, but he’s ignored all the other flesh paraded before him over the years. It’s the only explanation.”

More than you think, great Lady, I thought. More than you think.

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, and her fingers tightened. “Or are you a plant? There to destroy him? Whatever, you’re dangerous.”

I opened my mouth yet again to protest, but this time she did not let me get even one word out.

“Don’t you see what is
happening
, girl? Don’t you
know
?”

I kept silent, still.

“Boaz has remarkable talent…”

I wondered if I dared a nervous laugh.

“…and he has worked hard, studied even harder, to reach where he is today. He has dedicated his life to the One, to becoming the greatest Magus who ever lived. Now he is within a few short days of accomplishing his dream and we find out that, lo! he’s risking it all for some underfed and outspoken slave girl.”

She must have seen the anger in my eyes, for she gave my chin a rough little shake. “Many Magi plot to undo him, girl. Perhaps not those who have been at this site and who already know of you, but many of those who have come down from Setkoth would be more than happy to take advantage of this weakness. Believe me, I know. Intrigue is what I specialise in. I do not want to see Boaz lose it all because of a passing lust for a light-haired northerner. Do you understand?”

“I understand, Great Lady.”

She dropped her hand, but not her eyes. “I wish you did, girl, I wish you did.”

And then she was gone.

Shaking, I walked back to the pool chamber. There were shades and complications here that I did not understand.

On my return, Boaz gestured impatiently for me to fill the goblets, and I hurried to the table, my mind still on Neuf’s warning. Then their conversation shifted all thought of Neuf far to the back of my mind.

Chad-Nezzar and Zabrze had grouped themselves on one side of the table, facing Boaz on the other. Anger, only partly born of the amount of wine consumed, drifted between them.

They were talking of Threshold.

“I am remembering,” Chad-Nezzar drawled, “that when the Magi first approached the then Chad, Ophal…what, Zabrze, how long was it now?”

“Almost two hundred years, Mighty One,” Zabrze said, his eyes on his brother.

“Quite,” Chad-Nezzar continued, “two hundred years. The Magi promised Ashdod great riches from Threshold’s construction. And yet all that stone monstrosity has done is beggared this nation.”

“It has been a monumental construction, Mighty One,” Boaz said, and I noted the formality that had been absent earlier. “Of course it has soaked up the riches of a nation. Be assured that it will give more back.”

“I surely hope so, Magus Boaz,” Chad-Nezzar said. “I also know that the Magi promised Chad-Ophal that there would be power for the taking when Threshold was complete. Is that the case?”

“Assuredly, Mighty One,” Boaz said carefully.

“But for whom, brother?” Zabrze asked. “For whom? Is Threshold the means to power for Ashdod, or for the Magi?”

Boaz waited a long time before he answered. “Threshold promises power for all.”

“
Kus
, Boaz!” Zabrze leaned back in his chair and took a great swallow of his wine, watching the effect his obscenity had on Boaz. “Forgive me if I think that Threshold holds great power for the use of the Magi and the Magi
only
!”

Back in my corner, I thought vaguely of how uncomplicated my life had been before this night.

Chad-Nezzar watched the brothers carefully, but did not say anything. It were better, perhaps, if Zabrze had this out with Boaz.

Now Zabrze sat forward over the table. “Share its secrets with us, Boaz,” he said. “Tell us
how
!
What
we can expect.”

“Power, Zabrze. But beyond that I would find it difficult to explain. Its mathematical formulae are far too complicated for the amount of wine you have consumed.”

“Boaz,” Zabrze moderated his voice. “Forgive my suspicions. I would trust you with my life. Normally. But…”

But now the lust for power is infecting everyone, I thought. Everyone.

“…I wonder if your ultimate loyalty rests with the Magi rather than with your family. Perhaps it were best if the Chad finds someone else to conduct the Consecration Day ceremonies. I –”

He got no further. Boaz leapt to his feet, stared at Zabrze, then turned to his uncle. “Mighty One! There is
no-one
more qualified than I to consecrate Threshold. I demand –”

He stopped himself. “I
beg
you to allow me this honour. For Tirzah’s sake if not for mine.”

I realised with a start he spoke of his mother, not of me. Yet for
this
Tirzah’s sake, I thought, I would prefer you so far from Threshold on Consecration Day you could not even remember what shape the building is.

“Forgive Zabrze,” Chad-Nezzar said. “He is sometimes rash, and perhaps he has been too hot-tempered tonight. But, Boaz,” he said carefully, “I do share his concerns. I would not want to think that all I am going to witness two days hence is the handing over of all power within Ashdod to the Magi. Boaz, answer me this,
what can we expect
?”

Holdat and I had so pressed against the wall by this stage we had almost melded with it.

“What, Boaz?” Zabrze asked softly. “What?”

Boaz looked into his goblet, thinking. Then he raised his eyes. “Threshold has been built so that it can tap into the power of Creation,” he said.

There was not a sound in the room. Chad-Nezzar and Zabrze were stunned.

“All life is governed by mathematical and geometrical parameters, formulae. Three hundred years ago a group of Magi, far more learned than others, realised that Creation itself – or the power that Creation drew upon – could be reached via a bridge constructed of the appropriate mathematical formula. The Magi who first realised the possibility did not achieve the formula in their lifetimes, but over the next three generations other Magi worked hard at the problem.”

He waved a hand tiredly, an unconscious imitation of his uncle’s mannerism. “Eventually they solved it. Threshold is that formula. It will tap into the power of Creation.”

“This sounds very fine,” Zabrze said slowly. “And yet I know that many Magi argued that Threshold should not be built. There were divisions within the ranks of the Magi. Deep divisions.”

“Some were nervous, frightened,” Boaz admitted. “Then. Not now.”

“Too late,
now
,” Zabrze muttered, and I looked consideringly at him. Was the sharing of power the
only
thing he was worried about?

“Not now that we are sure Threshold will work,” Boaz said, looking into his brother’s eyes.

Zabrze had lost his patience. “Work at
what
? What
will
happen when this damned formula of yours taps into the power of Creation?”

“It will propel us into Infinity, brother. Immortality.”

No wonder Boaz would not be deflected from his purpose. Immortality was a heady prize.

But at what price? No-one thought to ask that, and I was certainly not prepared to peel myself off the wall to do so.

His words shocked Chad-Nezzar and Zabrze into a moment of profound silence.

Both men reacted very differently. Chad-Nezzar’s face flushed with excitement. He was an old man, and had thought only of enjoying whatever power Threshold offered for another five years, perhaps ten at the most.