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me. Kill you,’ he said again.
    Snake in the Eye sat up. He said several words, separate, staccato. Basileios heard Greek, Roman and some in a language he didn’t recognise. The boy was saying one word in different tongues – ‘brother’. He was appealing to the wolfman, trying to become his friend.
    The wolfman spoke slowly to the boy.
    Snake in the Eye translated. ‘He is a wildman of the Varangian people. He says you have to kill him. He is deadly bad luck to you. Use that sword. It is poisoned with the dreams of witches and can end your trouble.’
    ‘Is he Bollason’s man?’
    Bollason was chief of the Varangians. Snake in the Eye wanted to make himself important to the emperor for the moment so he thought not to involve Bollason. He just asked the wolfman if he could speak Greek any better. The man shook his head and waved his arms.
    ‘He is working alone, sir, and despises Bollason.’
    ‘Ask him when wildmen became so interested in the emperor’s health. Why does he value my life above his own? Ask him why.’
    The man spoke again.
    ‘A wolf is coming for you. You are a god but a wolf is coming to kill you.’
    The boy translated, his voice hoarse.
    ‘Well, it’s a tame wolf who bends down and asks you to chop off his head,’ said the emperor.
    ‘You are part of a great magic. A very great magic. Your part in the spell is to kill him. He must die, and by your hand. Otherwise you are in mortal peril.’
    The emperor paled when he heard this translation and his lips pursed in anger, not fear.
    ‘I’ve had enough of sorceries and witch work,’ he said, ‘and I will take part in no spell, nor be a conjurer’s fool. Is this the price, Satan, of what happened today, the death of my enemy, a human sacrifice? Is this some trick to obtain my soul?’
    ‘He says he will kill you if you do not strike him down,’ said Snake in the Eye.
    Basileios sneered at the wolfman then threw the strange curved sword so it landed flat beside him.
    ‘Tell him to go on then,’ said the emperor. ‘He had the chance while I was lying asleep. Tell him to do it.’
    The boy repeated the words to the wolfman, who trembled, violently shaking his head. ‘Kill me! Kill me!’
    ‘Guardsmen!’ shouted the emperor.
    Eight men crashed inside the tent, crowding around the emperor, threatening to knock down the whole sodden structure.
    ‘Take the pagan. Don’t harm him. I need to get more learned men than me to speak to him and I want to have him in a fit state to answer their questions. Those scholars sit on their arses all day doing nothing; let them earn their keep for once and get to the bottom of this. Tie him, watch him and, when we get back to that stinking shit hole of a capital city of ours, chuck him in the Numera and await further instructions. Take him, go on!’
    The men advanced on the wolfman, who offered no resistance as they dragged him outside.
    The emperor dismissed his guards and again only Snake in the Eye remained.
    ‘The guards are incompetent,’ said the Emperor, ‘or rather treacherous. They must have let him in. I cannot trust my own people any more, nor any Greek because all of them are eligible to take my throne if they can get the army’s backing. Yet, if I move against the Hetaereians it may spark them into rebellion.’
    Snake in the Eye said nothing. He looked out of the tent. A weak dawn – the damp light of a hidden sun. The rain had stopped. No more singing but the cries of the untended wounded, the squabbling of the soldiers as they looted.
    ‘What would you do?’ the emperor asked the boy.
    ‘You got your answer on the battlefield today – kill the leaders and their men will not oppose you. Cut off the head and the snake cannot bite.’
    The emperor stretched out his neck.
    ‘No need to send for the chamberlain when you’re here, eh?’
    ‘Shall I send for him?’
    ‘He’s going ahead of the army and very likely moving already. He doesn’t like life in the field, that one. He