“Oh. Indeed." Michael had pulled a gold thread loose. He worried it between his fingers, ceaselessly. "About the campaign. To be sure. I was wondering ...""It goes well, despotes.""With God's help." Michael crossed himself." "With God's help. Perhaps He has forgiven us our sins." His hand returned to the thread. "Christ's mercy is infinite, is it not?" he asked in a child's voice."So they say, despotes.""It must be so, truly it must be, or another flood would long ago have ..." Michael's mouth f...ell open. He stared into the shadows. "Could this be the beginning? The rain is so heavy. . . . Forty days and forty nights!""This is only a seasonal rain, despotes. It should stop before dawn.""I never thought there was so much rain in the world," breathed the Emperor. "But ... I remember now. God promised there would not be another flood. He will burn us instead.""His Sacred Majesty tires himself," said Harald. "Best he sleep.""Not so. I am not sleepy. I must go on. Do you hear me? I have to . .MoreLessRead More Read Less
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