PROLOGUE ALBURZ MOUNTAINS, PERSIA, AD1256

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PROLOGUE ALBURZ MOUNTAINS, PERSIA, AD1256 The envoy shivered. It was only a month till the solstice and, though no snow had fallen, the mountain wind was sharp enough to chill his bones. There had been colder winters, he reflected, but the circumstances of this journey were exceptional. Fear played as much a part in his discomfort as the temperature.  He wondered what his reception would be like  a polite audience, immediate death by the sword, or a slow, bloodless execution in what he had been told was the traditional Mongol manner, suffocation beneath a pile of carpets. Hulegu’s reputation for savagery equalled that of his grandfather Genghis but the new ruler of Persia did not seemingly have the Great Khan’s patience.  The envoy drew his camelhair shawl more tightly around his shoulders and urged his pony into the gully. A few stones dislodged by its hooves clattered onto the rocks below. At least he was away from the grim mountaintop fortress and breathing the free air again. Whatever awaited him below, it could scarcely be worse than the stifling of his intellect as a Nizari slave. Perhaps a quick death would be preferable to the slow destruction of his soul.  He glanced at his threerider escort. They were well wrapped against the cold but, unexpectedly, no armour was visible. Instead, they wore felt coats with furtrimmed sleeves and collars. There was also fur on their boots, and on the ear flaps of the helmets that covered the heads of two of their number. The third man wore a Persian hat and a thick scarf to protect his ears and lower face from the wind. The envoy could see none of the faces clearly but he could picture the pale skin, prominent cheekbones and narrow eyes that marked the Mongols as a race apart.  None of the three had spoken, indicating simply by signs the direction in which they wanted him to go. Perhaps they did not understand his language, or had been instructed to bring him to the Mongol camp, no more. The questioning would begin later, he told himself, when he had delivered the Grand Master’s message of surrender. Then he would learn his fate, and whether Hulegu was truly the monster the emirs depicted, striking down indiscriminately all who opposed him and the innocents who served them. A mirror image of themselves, he reflected bitterly, only the Nizaris killed by stealth, with poison and daggers in the night.  How would his family fare then, he wondered: prostitution for his wife and daughter; at best, conscription to the Mongol army for his sons? And he could do nothing to protect them. He shivered again. The Khan’s patience must surely have run out. His campaign had begun early in Ramadan and his siege battalions had been camped in the mountains for at least a month.  They had climbed to the other side of the gully and had almost reached the outlying tents. The path was less treacherous now and the envoy began to take note of his surroundings. The Mongol camp was spread out over the southern hillside, makeshift grey awnings surrounding the round, whitewashedGersthe princes. Identification pennons of hung limply in the winter air. Skinclad human figures stamped their feet and swung their arms against the cold; others exercised their ponies in the spaces between the tents and round the war engines. Behind, the dark crags of the Alburz, their peaks hidden in cloud, cast an ominous shadow over the whole scene.  The envoy became aware that the third rider was studying his person with interest. In the dim light, he could just make out a pair of dark eyes peering at him from between the rim of the Persian hat and the folds of the muffler. The two helmeted Mongols were already some distance ahead and seemed bent only on reaching their destination.