The king, having arrayed himself in his finest clothing, took his place in the quaestor's boat and commanded his men to row. The Sea Wolves made short work of driving the small boat through the crowded harbour, and we soon made landing at the steps below the Magnaura Gate and proceeded through that great portal. Our mission was almost thwarted before we had set foot in the city, for upon seeing the barbarians the prefect of law leapt from his table and demanded to see our disci. Harald, on his way to collect a ransom, was not in a humour to pay anything for the privilege of entering the city, and refused.

When the king continued on his way, the prefect called the guards, shouting, "Stop them! Stop them!" until the gatemen appeared, weapons ready, and blocked our way with their spears. Harald was of a mind to fight them, but seeing the young guardsman who had helped us the previous day, I begged the king to stay his hand while I explained the matter to this official.

"So, it is you again," the guard said. "I thought you might have learned your manners yesterday."

"It is more serious this time," I said, and told him as quickly as I could that the quaestor and his men had been taken hostage.

"You can prove this?" he inquired. I motioned to Gunnar to bring the bundle; under the king's watchful eye he untied it and allowed the guardsman to look inside. Upon seeing the harbour master's belongings, he said, "So, you have taken him. Do you wish to tell me why you have done this?"

"That is a matter for the emperor alone," I replied. Having experienced something of the ways of the city, I reckoned that our best hope of gaining the emperor's ear lay in saying as little as possible to anyone else, for men are curious by nature and like to see a mystery resolved.

"Aeddan!" thundered Harald, who was, I observed, quickly losing patience with the trivial restrictions the city contrived to throw in his path. I bowed before the king and begged the chance to negotiate safe passage to the emperor's palace, asking only for the luxury of a few moments to do so. The king grunted gruff approval to this plan, so, bowing once more to my barbarian master, I turned to the guard.

"The king is growing impatient. It is in his mind to collect a ransom in exchange for the quaestor and his men; to this end, he means to see the emperor at once."

"You will never succeed," the guardsman informed me. "The palace guards will not allow you into the palace precinct. Should you attempt to force your way in, they will kill you."

"Please, help us," I said.

"Me!" he protested. "It is none of my concern."

"If you do not help us, the quaestor and eight of his men will die before the sun has set. Harald Bull-Roar has decreed that the captives' heads will adorn his mast if he does not return with the ransom; he has four ships of fighting men waiting to carry out this vile deed. Although your soldiers may try to prevent it, much blood will be shed on both sides and the harbour master will die anyway."

"So that is the way of it," he said, regarding the barbarians carefully. He weighed the situation in his mind for a moment. "Quaestor Antonius is a prick who thinks himself a patriarch," he said at last. "I am willing to assume you have good reason for taking him captive. Still, you should know that he possesses a measure of influence with those in authority, and if you have gambled poorly you will find yourselves in chains-or far worse-for your trouble." Before I could protest that we had ample provocation for our rash act, he lifted his hand. "Say nothing. It is, as you say, a matter for the emperor alone. But I will advise you, as a friend, that if you hope to win the emperor's favour in the matter, you must bring him a pledge of surety."

"I do not understand," I confessed. "What is this surety?"

"It is a token," he said, "a sign of good faith given to indicate the high rank of your lord, and convey the importance of your petition."

"Why should we need such a token?" I asked. "The quaestor's ring, rod, and helmet would seem proof enough of the importance. And Harald is as you see him-a very king of his kind. His rank cannot be doubted."

"What you say is true, of course," agreed the guardsman. "But Quaestor Antonius is well known and respected at court. You are neither. Should you come before the emperor-which, I warn you, is most unlikely-and demand ransom for his majesty's harbour master, you would most readily advance your cause if you showed yourselves to be men of wealth and power in the custom of this city. This is best accomplished by the display of surety."

"But we hold the harbour master and his men hostage," I pointed out.

"Yes, and the less said about that the better," the guard advised, "if you hope to see the emperor."

I began to understand. "Then the greater the value of the object given in surety, the greater faith is demonstrated in our word."

"Precisely," agreed the guard.

"And if the emperor will not redeem his man?" I wondered.

"Then God help you," the guardsman concluded, "and God help the harbour master."

I stood daunted by the challenge of extracting a ransom from the emperor. And, as if to press his point further, the guard added, "Do not try the emperor's patience, my friend. Prison is the least torment awaiting a false accuser." He paused, regarding me doubtfully. "It is a risk, yes. Nevertheless, this is how affairs of this nature are conducted in Constantinople. I thought you should know."

I looked the guard in the eye. "Why are you telling me this? Why are you helping us against your own countryman?"

The guardsman lowered his voice, but held my gaze steadily. "Let us say that, unlike many in this city, I care about such things as honesty and justice."

"Friend," I asked, "what is your name?"

"My name is Justin," said the guardsman. "I am Chief of the Magnaura Gate scholarii. If you wish to pursue the matter further, I will lead you to the emperor's court, although, as I say, it is doubtful you will be admitted."

"Then we shall leave it in God's hands," I told him.

"Amen."

I went to Harald, who fumed at being made to stand waiting while lesser men flapped their tongues. "Well?" he demanded. "Speak! What did he say?"

"That man is the chief of the guards, and has said he will lead us to the emperor's court. But we are forewarned: it will go ill with us if you do not also bring a token to attest your rank and signify the importance of your business-something to prove you are trustworthy.

"Proof! I will present the thief's head for my proof!" declared the king.

"Nay, Jarl Harald," I said, "that will not do." And I explained as best I could the strategy given me by Justin, including what would likely happen if the emperor was displeased by our ransom demand. On sudden inspiration, I offered the observation that perhaps if the emperor was not inclined to redeem his servant, he still might be persuaded to make reparation for the theft and return the silver.

The king's brow wrinkled in thought as, surrounded by the bewildering formalities of the city, he seemed more willing to consider the possibility of simple restitution. "It seems to me," I suggested, "that we have nothing to fear, as we are certain of the truth of our claim."

The king hesitated. What had begun as a simple collection of an honour-debt was rapidly growing into a legal contest he no longer understood.

"Jarl Harald," Gunnar said, speaking up, "would you rather some other king was first of all Danes to win tribute from the emperor's hand? You would do well to consider this, I think." He paused, allowing the king to feel his prize slipping away, then added, "Do as Aeddan advises, and the tale will be told in every hall in Daneland. You will gain greater renown than Eric Hairy-Breecs. I think that is a thing worth all the silver in Miklagard."