A ringing bell dragged the Grand Vizier reluctantly from his sleep. It’s frantic trilling bespoke urgency not reflected by the listener. Nikias rubbed his eyes and groaned loudly. Whatever it was, surely it could have waited until morning? Mansur had kept Nikias working late, it felt as if he’d only just fallen asleep and now this? The only person he should be calling on at this hour is a courtesan, Nikias thought.