"Arabian Nights"
Part 5
by Beryll

 

The afternoon filled the grand audience hall of Caliph Hugo's palace with stifling heat. The high walls were decorated with the weapons and banners of fallen enemies. Most defeated by Hugo's forefathers, some by himself. The high windows on one side looked out over the city, allowing the sunheated air unhindered access. The white floor reflected the sunlight almost painfully.

Hugo knew, that the hall had been constructed like this on purpose to make those, who came to see their Caliph so uncomfortable, they would not be able to keep there mind on the matters at hand. That had been a cunning idea but it proofed rather useless, when the Caliph himself couldn't concentrate as well. Even the large nubian slave, standing by his throne, fanning him constantly, did little to relief him.

He very much preferred to meet his guests in one of the smaller audience chamber, but as this was sort of a "visit of state" he had decided to await his guest here. But already he was beginning to doubt his own judgment.

Caliph Hugo rubbed his brow thoughtfully. He had send out some discreet inquiries to find out, who his guest was, but so far none of his messengers had returned. So he would have to move carefully. It would not do, to antagonize an unknown possible opponent. He was sure however, that the seal on the ring of the man, was of the king of Denmark.

A slave girl handed him a goblet with cool drink and he smiled at her in gratitude. He always made it a point, to treat those servants, who performed well, with courtesy. She bowed deeply and disappeared out of the hall again. Hugo's eyes followed her with a bit of envy and a lot of appreciation. That was a cute one. He had to remember to ask Liv about her.

His musings were cut short, when the doors to the hall finally opened, admitting a gush of cooler air, from the hallway outside and his visitor, accompanied by Karl. Caliph Hugo watched, as the man approached. He still looked tired and sunburned, but he was definitely regenerating well. Awake he did not look as young anymore, as tension made lines appear on his face, that had been absent in sleep. He was an experienced man, the Caliph realized, not an inexperienced Princeling.

The more he wondered, what this man had been doing all alone in the middle of Au Nafud. The desert swallowed whole caravans. How could one man on his own risk her wrath?

Said man stopped some paced from the throne and hesitated for a moment, before he bowed deeply. Caliph Hugo inclined his head lightly to return the greeting. For a while they were both silently studying each other. Although his guest was still weakened by his encounter with Au Nafud, the Caliph could see, that he was a strong man. A seasoned warrior probably, who had seen his share of fights. His stormy eyes were sharp and curious, taking in his surroundings as well as his host.

"I welcome you to my house, prince." Hugo said at last. "I trust you are feeling better?" The man nodded, a bit of surprise showing on his face. "How do you know who I am?" he asked. Hugo smiled. "I have drawn my conclusions from the ring you are wearing. Either you are a very brave thief or it belongs to you by birthright." The man looked down at his hand in surprise, as if seeing the ring on his finger for the first time, but then he slowly nodded. "I completely forgot it was there." he said, more to himself then to Hugo.

Then he bowed again, this time not as stiffly and said. "Forgive my lack of manners. I am Viggo, fourth son of the king of Denmark. And that is all title I can still claim. I fear, my father has stripped me of all others by now..." He smiled ruefully. "So I am no prince at all but still wear that ring by right. I must thank you for saving my life and granting my hospitality, but I fear I have nothing to repay your generosity."

The Caliph could not help smiling back at Viggo. He liked the courage, with which the prince accepted his lot in life and still stayed true to his upbringing in not forgetting how to treat another Lord. "It was freely given and does not expect payment." he answered.

"But I would know, how you came to be in my domain and what ill fate has befallen you, that a father would strip such a promising young man of his titles and expel him from his presence." Caliph Hugo let his gaze sweep the hall and then return to Viggo's face, noticing the sweat gathering on his brow. "But let us retire to cooler quarters. This is no place for pleasant chatting."

The relief was obvious in Viggo's eyes. He bowed yet again. "At your pleasure, my Lord." he said. Hugo rose from his throne and together they made their way from the hot hall, trailed by Karl.

*****

Some minutes later they had settled down in one of the gardens of the palace under the shading leaves of a tall palm tree. Slaves brought refreshments and only when the Caliph was sure, that his guest was comfortable, did he start the conversation again.

He listened with interest, as Viggo told him how he had resisted his fathers wish to marry him off to some minor noble woman for political reasons, listened to Viggo describing his long journey through Europe, how he had come to Africa, visiting Kairo and Tunis and how he had finally almost lost his fight against Au Nafud. It was an adventurous story and Hugo was rather sure, that Viggo unconsciously added details and exaggerated parts. His way of story-telling was that of an artist, his hands constantly moving to explain, his eyes sparkling, after he had lost his initial shyness. It was a joy to listen to him.

When he finally concluded his story by describing how he had awoken in the palace, Hugo smiled at him. "My prince – and I would still call you this, as you do not know, what your father has done – I am sure you have repaid any debt, you may have had to me, by this wonderful tale. In fact I am rather sure, I owe you now. Would you accept my hospitality for a while longer? To fully recover and maybe tell me some more about your homeland?"

Viggo did not need time, to consider the offer. He nodded immediately. "Thank you, my Lord." he said. "Your offer is most welcome." Again that rueful smile showed on his face. "I fear, I have nowhere to go anyway, so if you are in need of a soldier...?" Hugo raised his hands against such an improper suggestion. "Ah, never, dear prince, expect such a lowly treatment from me. You are my honored guest and may stay as long as you wish. And that is the end of this matter."

 

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