Kyrus 6 - A sleepless Emperor

Diryish Pollus sat upright, refusing the lulling too-soft pillows, pulling his silk nightshirt snug around his wrinkled old neck. Here in private chambers all his veils were removed, though everyone of lesser stature still went covered. It was late enough that he was alone in what would have been darkness, except for the alabaster lamps glowing from the massive stone posts of