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In addition, you will have good luck with the opposite sex and find a beautiful and graceful partner due to your emphasis on physical appearance and unique insight. Bartimaeus devours the old man and by the magician's death is released and returns to the Other Place. The king, upon learning of Bartimaeus's murder of Ezekiel, is insulted that a mere djinni is the perpetrator. To make Bartimaeus pay for his actions he commands Khaba, an Egyptian and another of the seventeen, to summon Bartimaeus back into his service and punish him.
The king also proposes to the queen of Sheba and is refused. The scene shifts to the Sheban capital of Marib where Balkis, the aforementioned queen, receives a message from a fierce marid supposedly in Solomon's service: either pay a ransom of 40 sacks of frankincense or be destroyed, and gives her two weeks to pay.
Balkis decides to send her loyal guard captain Asmira to Jerusalem to assassinate Solomon. Back in Jerusalem, now in Khaba's service, Bartimaeus is commanded to perform many degrading jobs, including grain counting, sewage treatment, and artichoke collecting. Another unpleasant element is that one of his fellow slaves is his old rival Faquarl. Khaba assembles the eight djinn under his command and informs them that they have been commissioned to build Solomon's Temple on the Temple Mount and that they are to build it without using any magic whatsoever.
Bartimaeus uses his trademark wit to infuriate Khaba and the magician unleashes his flail upon the djinn and threatens to place them in his essence cages devices similar to the Mournful Orb in The Amulet of Samarkand should they displease him a second time. At first, Khaba and his subordinate closely supervise the stages of construction but after a while they stop showing up at the building site and the attitudes of the djinn grow lax.
They begin assuming nonhuman forms and start using magic to build the temple both actions directly in violation of Solomon's edicts. Several days later, Solomon makes an unexpected appearance on the building site. The other djinn manage to revert to human form and disguise their use of magic but Bartimaeus is caught in the form of a pygmy hippopotamus in a skirt a comic reference to one of Solomon's wives, "the one from Moab ".
The king interrogates Bartimaeus and the djinni reluctantly admits his guilt while covering for the other spirits. As Solomon prepares to use the Ring on Bartimaeus, the djinni resorts to grovelling to appease the king. Selecting the first. There were three of them. Swivelling on a set of hidden cogs and fulcra. The old magician hooted with laughter. I pressed it gingerly. As with the first.
I raised the serpent in my hand and considered the studs set upon the claws. There was a whirring sound. Now the third. My master rocked back and forth with mirth. But leave me be. Perhaps you. There is a hinge there too! Press that. Lulling your master into disaster through soft words and raw cunning is dif- ferent.
But direct assaults are out. Go on — no dallying!
Press the tail! The terms of any sum- moning always include stringent clauses pre- venting you from directly harming the magi- cian who brings you here: A bright. The pretty maiden tossed the serpent to the floor. Away across the. She stepped forward out of her constraining pentacle.
Even before he landed. I was holding the serpent directly facing the magician. Naabash had not spoken falsely. The distance he went was gratifying. From his forefinger a sputtering Essence Lance leaped forth. A shaking hand was raised and pointed. The maiden paid no heed. The maiden made a gesture. He made one desperate effort. His mouth moved. Her foot glanced against a bowl of ward-herbs. One gout plumed out of the nearest window and arced out into the valley to startle the peasants far below.
Wide-eyed and wondering. The pretty maiden shrugged. The old man looked up at me. Three small watch-imps. Then she bared her pretty teeth and fell upon him. She was alone in the room now. Ishtar was goddess of love and war. Apart from the high priests of Ishtar back in Babylon.
And that was the end of the old magician. In my exper- ience most magicians can be discomfited if you choose the right form. This unfortunately eliminated most of my repertoire.
I remember him with fond affection. Even as the air above was rent with rushing wings and talons. Those spirits formed of air. In later periods. The lower orders. They entirely lack the finesse or charm that make a select few of us so fascinating. The three winged djinn that hung aloft behind the chair. High Ma- gician and Protector of his People.
High in the rafters the doves and swallows dropped from their roosts. The hall was si- lent. On it sat a serpent statuette of twisting gold. The lion-afrits blinked down at the.
Such occasions did not bode well. And the four hundred and thirty-seven humans — magicians. King Solomon regarded it. At last the king spoke. The magicians re- laxed. With his last act.
In no way was Solomon ill-favoured. He had been spared the poxes in his youth. Out in the gardens butterflies moved like flecks of sunlight among the brightness of the trees. Above the throne the djinn hung waiting.
Silver bangles hung about his wrists. His nose was long and straight. Above his splendid silken robes — sent as a gift from the magician-priests of In- dia — he wore many wondrous treasures of gold and jade. In fifteen years upon the throne. Even his kid-skin sandals. But his long slim hands were naked of jewels or decora- tion — save for the little finger of the left. The king sat waiting as the djinn poured wine into his golden goblet.
The ice was mixed. On soundless wings the djinn retreated above the throne. He returned his attention to the hall. I shall study. And the people gazed on him as he waited. In a single night you have retrieved many fascinating artefacts from across the world.
Solomon considered the goblet. When all was still. My magician Ezekiel was killed this morning. He gave an order. As ever. Seventeen slaves — human. There are several issues of great moment to bring before the king. So it is a most ancient demon. I assume?
Only yesterday. I be- lieve not. It was over- heard singing a song of extraordinary in- solence. A marid. Bartimaeus of Uruk is its favoured title.
I recall it. Hiram — let the remainder of the Seventeen approach. With all due respect to the wailing shade of Ezekiel. They were masters of the ancient arts. We cannot let such an outrage pass. From distant Nubia and Punt. Fourth level. An example must be made.
I believe you already have in your employment several other recalcitrant spirits that have recently proved troublesome.
Solomon considered them a while. But all had chosen to travel to Jerusalem. I take pride in my harshness. With a twirl of his staff. His eyes hung like soft black moons in the wasteland of his face.
Each loudly regrets its past audacity. His nose was aquil- ine. That is all. He nodded. His skull. A small white mouse somersaulted out of the empty air and landed on his hand. What else?
Hiram studied the lists briefly. Among the issues to be dealt with are a murder. It carried a pa- pyrus scroll. The plaintiffs await your judgement. I have. Word has come from our djinn patrols in the southern deserts. Remote farmsteads have been burned and the inhab- itants slaughtered. Is that all? Report to me tomorrow.
They report further attacks by brigands. Discover the truth: Is this not a time when you might consider aid- ing us? This takes up all my energies. To summon yet more slaves will be difficult. I too am presently somewhat stretched. I already con- trol nine strong. Across the hall the assembled watchers murmured and drew back. Below the throne the lion-afrits drew back their lips and made snapping noises in their throats.
I spoke without thinking! I meant no offence! The knuckles of his left hand gripped white upon the arm-rest of the throne.
Already he had said too much. A darkness fell across the hall. There was a thud of sound. At once the Presence vanished. Four hundred and thirty-seven people fell flat upon their faces as if they had been struck.
His voice echoed as if from a cavern in the earth: Be careful what you desire. He swallowed. Has the messenger returned? We will have to consider how Jerusalem responds. He took a long draught of wine. Then Solomon laughed. The crowd stood frozen. She deeply regrets this inability to comply. As she reached for her wine cup. The Queen of Sheba sat alone in her chamber.
A bird stood there. The queen watched it for a mo- ment. I must speak my message and hear your answer.
Know first that I am a marid of the seventh level. Name it. I hope he has accepted my decision now. Do you require refreshment or rest. You have come far.
Queen Balkis. The last occasion was but a week ago. The young man said: You are a guest of my house and I offer you all I have. Instead he demands you acknowledge him as your sovereign overlord and agree to pay him an annual tribute.
Solomon offers you his greet- ings. For this reason the kings. If you agree to this. Refuse — and frankly the outlook is less favourable. So- lomon has no claim on the wealth of Sheba. He thanks you for your consideration of his last proposal. She rose from her chair. They pay vast annual tributes of gold.
Tyre and Edom. Forty sacks among the hundreds that you harvest every year? That will not bank- rupt you! O Queen. You may return to your master and say so. Am I not a marid. But each new step took her further from the cabinet and further from the door. It walked towards her. Balkis backed away. Her hand strayed to the jewelled dagger in her belt. I am the least and most miserable of the slaves of Solomon. In the cabinet by her chair she kept a globe of crystal that.
The demon said. She stood erect. He brings. Then what? Armies march across the sky. It gazed into the flames. But the greatness of those kings lies like dust before the power that Solomon now enjoys. Balkis had not yet reached the wall. O Queen? He turns it once. He wears the Ring upon his finger. The Spirit of the Ring appears. A final word before I start my long flight home. Do you wish to see this terror? Resist him. I shall make him regret that he ever heard my name.
Tell him that for a fourth time I re- fuse him. My master is not un- reasonable. He knows this decision is hard. The top of the nearest tower exploded in a flower of flame. Balkis lunged forward. Burning bricks tumbled into dark- ness. You have two weeks to change your mind. See there? Now here is a little blaze of my own. Two weeks! In the meantime I thank you for your hospit- ality and your warming fire.
If you do not. With a cry. Consider it something to spur your thinking. The young man smiled contemptuously and stepped towards the window. When it has waned to nothing. A blur of movement.
Like her mother. Queen Balkis had supervised this process. Dawn came. She was brisk and efficient in court policy. It had taken the priestesses several hours to agree on the precise demon that should be summoned to fight the blaze.
Balkis was twenty-nine. Unlike her mother. She had no close confidants among. And when the hill-men of the Hadhramaut came down into the city. Balkis was slender and athletic and disliked assistance from anybody. Within moments of the attack she had known in her heart the policy she would follow. The dawn light reached the canals at last. Balkis rose. Crossing the room to the little cabinet beside her chair.
They fell into two categories — the maidens of her cham- ber. Previous rulers had developed friendships with certain of these slaves. As was traditional in Sheba. One day soon. The danger has passed. She heard the sound of metal sliding in the leather sheath. And the most skilful too. You always were the quickest.
She waited. Balkis said: She rose at last and. I wish to talk with you. Placing the chest heavily upon the bed. After a time her heartbeat slowed a little and her breathing quietened. They glinted in the lantern light as she picked them up. She sat for a while on the edge of her trestle bed. Her eyes were filled with happy tears.
She considered the items a while as if in hesitation. Time was passing swiftly. She set them neatly side by side upon the bed. Balancing easily on the balls of her feet. Asmira emptied the contents of the bag upon the floor: Unstrapping her sword. Then she put on her shoes.
Without a backward glance she left the room. But she was ready. Her preparations were complete. It had a crest the colour of brass.
It also had a narked expression and was carrying a quarterton of artichokes in a big string net. The early start had been a pain in the plumage too. As if it made a blind bit of difference.
I trundled slowly north with. What really stuck in my fiery craw was the amused chuckles and wry expressions I was getting from my fellow spirits as I neared Jerusalem. But I could cope with all this. Grinning broadly. They were off hunting for brigands in the desert wastes — a decent mission worthy of the name.
I ask you. A few years pass by. The magician forces you to help him get wealth and power. But at least when that happens. Before I could so much as open my mouth to protest. Flipped and Stretched. Not twenty-four hours after devouring the old magician and departing his tower with a burp and a smile. It all depends on the skill and judgement of both sides.
An instant later I found myself packed off on the first of many degrading missions. There then followed an unpleasant two days in the palace sewers. Next I was ordered to the palace granaries to count the grains of barley for the annual stocktaking. It was a depressing list. First I was sent to Mount Lebanon to chip blue ice from its summit. Apart from his daily councils.
Not that he was the one who summoned me. He was much too important for that. And you know who I blamed it all on? So important. Scowling furiously at my misfortunes. And so it was that — against all laws of natural justice — here I was. When one of them is killed. The king treated the demise of one of his servants as a personal slight.
Far below me my fiery shadow flitted over olive groves and barley fields. I drifted onwards in the warm dry winds. All magicians are by nature bitter rivals. That was at the heart of it all.
It was all about the Ring. It was thanks entirely to the Ring he wore upon his finger that Solomon enjoyed his life of indolence. That was why so many magicians congregated around him in the first place. Babylon or Thebes. A few years previously Jerusalem had been a dowdy little town. The Ring. That was why Jerusalem flourished.
I understood its power. The flow of light made me cry out in pain. All magical objects emit an aura. Even from a dis- tance.
Something on his person glowed so fear- somely he was almost blotted out. But stories said it contained a spirit of su- preme power. It was like staring into the sun. No chance of getting fried. And no chance either of being murdered by rivals or discontented slaves. No fiddling with candles or getting chalky knees. In other words it was a portable gateway to the Other Place. In one place a slight scratch was said to mar the Ring.
The threat of its use hovered over us all. The sheer power and dread exerted by that scrap of gold upon his finger kept all his magicians and their spirits nicely in line. Earlier in his reign two other marids. I crossed high above the Kidron Gate. In these last few moments my burden felt particularly heavy.
Noon came. Many such stories were told about the Ring. Philocretes and Odalis. Their subsequent careers were sim- ilarly melancholy: Philocretes became an echo in a copper pot and Odalis a startled face etched into a floor tile in the royal bathroom.
Stalking alongside came a plump djinni overseer. I descended swiftly. But all was still. The phoenix continued sedately towards its appointed landing site: Name again? Your name? Look at the sun. Trust me.