Domes of Fire Part 14
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Sparhawk gave Emban a quick sidelong glance. 'It would start an argument, your Excellency, and we don't really want to spend the morning in a theological debate, do we?'
'I'm not all that doctrinaire, Sparhawk,' Emban protested.
'What would be your immediate response if I told you that humans and Trolls are related, your Grace?'
'I'd have to investigate the condition of your soul.'
'Then I'd probably better not tell you the truth about our cousins, wouldn't you say? Anyway, Aphrael told us that the shadow-and later the cloud-were manifestations of the Troll-G.o.ds.'
'Who's Aphrael?' Oscagne asked.
'We had a tutor in the Styric arts when we were novices, your Excellency,' Sparhawk explained. 'Aphrael is her G.o.ddess. We thought that the cloud was somehow related to Azash, but we were wrong about that. The reddish colour and the heat that one sailor sensed was Khwaj, the G.o.d of Fire. The greenish colour and that rotten meat-smell was Ghnomb, the G.o.d of Eat.'
Kalten was frowning. 'I thought it was just one of those things you might expect from sailors,' he said, 'but one fellow told me that he had some rather overpowering thoughts about women while the shadow was lurking behind him. Don't the Trolls have a G.o.d of mating?'
'I think so,' Sparhawk replied. 'Ulath would know.'
'This is all very interesting, Sir Sparhawk,' Oscagne said dubiously, 'but I don't quite see its relevance.'
'You've been encountering supernatural incidents that seem to be connected to the turmoil in Tamuli, your Excellency. There's almost exactly the same sort of disturbances cropping up in Lamorkand, and the same sort of unnatural events accompanying them. We were questioning a man who knew some things about it once, and the cloud engulfed him and killed him before he could talk. That strongly suggests some kind of connection. The shadow may have been present in Tamuli as well, but no one would have recognised it for what it really is.'
'Zalasta was right then,' Oscagne murmured. 'You are the man for this job.'
'The Troll-G.o.ds are following you again, Sparhawk,' Kalten said. 'What is this strange fascination they seem to have with you? We can probably discount your looks-but then again, maybe not. They're used to Trolls, after all.'
Sparhawk looked meaningfully at the s.h.i.+p rail. 'How would you like to run alongside the s.h.i.+p for a while, Kalten?'
'No, that's all right, Sparhawk. I got all the exertion I need for the day when Mirtai decided to use me for a rug.'
The wind held, and the sky remained clear. They rounded the southern tip of Zemoch and sailed up the east coast in a northeasterly direction. Once, when Sparhawk and his daughter were standing in the bow, he decided to satisfy a growing curiosity.
'How long have we actually been at sea, Danae?' he asked her directly.
'Five days,' she replied.
'It seems like two weeks or more.'
'Thank you, father. Does that answer your question about how well I can manage time?'
'We certainly haven't eaten as much in five days as we would have in two weeks. Won't our cooks get suspicious?'
'Look behind us, father. Why do you suppose all those fish are gleefully jumping out of the water? And what are all those seagulls doing following us?'
'Maybe they're feeding.'
'Very perceptive, Sparhawk, but what could possibly be out there for that many of them to eat? Unless, of course, somebody's been throwing food to them off the aft deck.'
'When do you do that?'
'At night,' she shrugged. 'The fish are terribly grateful. I think they're right on the verge of wors.h.i.+pping me.' She laughed. 'I've never been wors.h.i.+pped by fish before, and I don't really speak their language very well. It's mostly bubbles. Can I have a pet whale?'
'No. You've already got a kitten.'
'I'll pout.'
'It makes you look silly, but go ahead if you feel like it.'
'Why can't I have a whale?'
'Because they can't be housebroken. They don't make good pets.'
'That's a ridiculous answer, Sparhawk.'
'It was a ridiculous request, Aphrael.'
The port of Salesha at the head of the Gulf of Daconia was an ugly city that reflected the culture which had prevailed in Zemoch for nineteen hundred years. The Zemochs appeared to be confused by what had happened in their capital six years before. No matter how often they were a.s.sured that Otha and Azash were no more, they still tended to start violently at sudden loud noises, and they generally reacted to any sort of surprise by running away.
'I'd strongly advise that we spend the night on board our s.h.i.+ps, your Majesty,' Stragen advised the queen after he had made a brief survey of the accommodations available in the city. 'I wouldn't kennel dogs in the finest house in Salesha.'
'That bad?' she asked.
'Worse, my Queen.'
And so they stayed on board and set out early the following morning. The road they followed north was truly bad, and the cariage in which the queen and her entourage rode jolted and creaked as their column wound up into the low range of mountains lying between the coast and the town of Basne.
After they had been travelling for no more than an hour, Talen rode forward. As the queen's page, it was one of the boy's duties to carry messages for her. Talen was not alone on his horse this time, however. Sparhawk's daughter rode behind him, her arms about his waist and her cheek resting against his back.
'She wants to ride with you,' Talen told Sparhawk. 'Your wife, Emban and the amba.s.sador are talking politics. The princess kept yawning in their faces until the queen gave her permission to get out of the carriage.'
Sparhawk nodded. The suddenly-acquired timidity of the Zemochs made this part of the trip fairly safe. He reached over and lifted his daughter onto Faran's back in front of his saddle. 'I thought you liked politics,' he said to her after Talen had returned to his post beside the carriage.
'Oscagne's describing the organisation of the Tamul Empire,' she replied. 'I already know about that. He's not making too many mistakes.'
'Are you going to shrink the distance from here to Basne?'
'Unless you enjoy long, tedious journeys through boring terrain. Faran and the other horses appreciate my shortening things up a bit, don't you Faran?' The big roan nickered enthusiastically. 'He's such a nice horse,' Danae said, leaning back against her father's armoured chest.
'Faran? He's a foul-tempered brute.'
'That's because you expect him to be that way, father. He's only trying to please you.' She rapped on his armour. 'I'm going to have to do something about this,' she said. 'How can you stand that awful smell?'
'You get used to it.' The Church Knights were all wearing full armour, and brightly-coloured pennons snapped from their lances. Sparhawk looked around to be sure no one was close enough to overhear them. 'Aphrael,' he said quietly, 'can you arrange things so that I can see real time?'
'n.o.body can see time, Sparhawk.'
'You know what I mean. I want to see what's really going on, not the illusion you create to keep what you're doing a secret.'
'Why?'
'I like to know what's going on, that's all.'
'You won't like it,' she warned.
'I'm 'a Church Knight. I'm supposed to do things I don't like.'
'If you insist, father.' He was not entirely certain what he had expected, some jerky, accelerated motion, perhaps, and the voices of his friends sounding like the twittering of birds as they condensed long conversations into little bursts of unintelligible babble. That was not what happened, however. Faran's gait became impossibly smooth. The big horse seemed almost to flow across the ground-or, more properly, the ground seemed to flow back beneath his hooves. Sparhawk swallowed hard and looked around at his companions. Their faces seemed blank, wooden, and their eyes half-closed.
'They're sleeping just now,' Aphrael explained. 'They're all quite comfortable. They believe that they've had a good supper and that the sun's gone down. I fixed them a rather nice camp-site. Stop the horse, father. You can help me get rid of the extra food.'
'Can't you just make it vanish?'
'And waste it?' She sounded shocked. 'The birds and animals have to eat too, you know.'
'How long is it really going to take us to reach Basne?'
'Two days. We could go faster if there was an emergency, but there's nothing quite that serious going on just now.'
Sparhawk reined in, and he followed his little daughter back to where the pack animals stood patiently. 'You're keeping all of this in your head at the same time?' he asked her.
'It's not that difficult, Sparhawk. You just have to pay attention to details, that's all.'
'You sound like Kurik.'
'He'd have made an excellent G.o.d, actually. Attention to detail is the most important lesson we learn. Put that beef shoulder over near that tree with the broken-off top. There's a bear-cub back in the bushes who got separated from his mother. He's very hungry.'
'Do you keep track of every single thing that's happening around you?'
'Well, somebody has to, Sparhawk.'
The Zemoch town of Basne lay in a pleasant valley where the main east-west road forded a small, sparkling river. It was a fairly important trading centre. Not even Azash had been able to curb the natural human instinct to do business. There was an encampment just outside of town. Sparhawk had dropped back to return Princess Danae to her mother, and he was riding beside the carriage as they started down into the valley. Mirtai seemed uncharacteristically nervous as the carriage moved down toward the encampment.
'It appears that your admirer has obeyed your summons, Mirtai,' Baroness Melidere observed brightly.
'Of course,' the giantess replied.
'It must be enormously satisfying to have such absolute control over a man.'
'I rather like it,' Mirtai admitted. 'How do I look? Be honest, Melidere. I haven't seen Kring for months, and I wouldn't want to disappoint him.'
'You're lovely, Mirtai.'
'You're not just saying that?'
'Of course not.'
'What do you think, Ehlana?' the Tamul woman appealed to her owner. Her tone was a bit uncertain. In 'You're ravis.h.i.+ng, Mirtai.'
'I'll know better when I see his face.' Mirtai paused. 'Maybe I should marry him,' she said. 'I think I'd feel much more secure if I had my brand on him.' She rose, opening the cariage door and leaning out to pull her tethered horse up from behind the carriage and then quite literally flowed onto his back. Mirtai never used a saddle. 'Well,' she sighed, 'I guess I'd better go down there and find out if he still loves me.' And she tapped her heels into her horse's flanks and galloped on down into the valley to meet the waiting Domi.
Chapter 9.
The Peloi were nomadic herders from the marches of eastern Pelosia. They were superb hors.e.m.e.n and savage warriors. They spoke a somewhat archaic form of Elenic, and many of the words in their tongue had fallen out of use in the modern language. Among those words was 'Domi', a word filled with profoundest respect. It meant 'Chief'-sort of-although, as Sir Ulath had once said, it lost a great deal in translation. The current Domi of the Peloi was named Kring. Kring was a lean man of slightly more than medium height. As was customary among the men of his people, he shaved his head, and there were savage-looking saber scars on his scalp and face, an indication that the process of rising to a position of leaders.h.i.+p among the Peloi involved a certain amount of rough-and-tumble compet.i.tion. He wore black leather clothing, and a lifetime spent on horseback had made him bandy-legged. He was a fiercely loyal friend, and he had wors.h.i.+pped Mirtai from the moment he had first seen her. Mirtai did not discourage him, although she refused to commit herself. They made an odd-looking couple, since the Atan woman towered more than a foot over her ardent suitor.
Peloi hospitality was generous, and the business of 'taking salt together' usually involved enormous amounts of roasted meat, during the consumption of which the men 'spoke of affairs', a phrase with many implications ranging in subject matter from the weather to formal declarations of war.
After they had eaten, Kring described what he had observed during the ride of the hundred Peloi across Zemoch. 'It never really was a kingdom, friend Sparhawk,' he said. 'Not the way we understand the word. There are too many different kinds of people living in Zemoch for them all to come together under one roof. The only thing that kept them united was their fear of Otha and Azash. Now that their emperor and their G.o.d aren't there any more, the Zemochs are just kind of drifting apart. There's not any sort of war or anything like that. It's just that they don't stay in touch with each other any more. They all have their own concerns, so they don't really have any reason to talk to each other.'
'Is there any kind of government at all?' Tynian asked the shaved-headed Domi.
'There's a sort of a framework, friend Tynian,' Kring replied.
They were sitting in a large, open pavilion in the centre of the Peloi encampment feasting on roast ox. The sun was just going down and the shadows of the peaks lying to the west lay long across the pleasant valley. There were lights in the windows of Basne a half mile or so away.
'The departments of Otha's government have all moved to Gama Dorit,' Kring elaborated. 'n.o.body will even go near the city of Zemoch any more. The bureaucrats in Gama Dorit spend their time writing directives, but their messengers usually just stop in the nearest village, tear up the directives, wait a suitable period of time, and then go back and tell their employers that all is going well. The bureaucrats are happy, the messengers don't have to travel very far, and the people go on about their business. Actually, it's not a bad form of government.'
'And their religion?' Sir Bevier asked intently. Bevier was a devout young knight, and he spent a great deal of his time talking and thinking about G.o.d. His companions liked him in spite of that.
'They don't speak very much about their beliefs, friend Bevier,' Kring replied. 'It was their religion that got them into trouble in the first place, so they're a bit shy about discussing the matter openly. They grow their crops, tend their sheep and goats and let the G.o.ds settle their own disputes. They're not a threat to anybody any more.'
'Except for the fact that a disintegrated nation is an open invitation to anyone nearby with anything even remotely resembling an army,' Amba.s.sador Oscagne added.
'Why would anyone want to bother, your Excellency?' Stragen asked him. 'There's nothing in Zemoch of any value. The thieves there have to get honest jobs in order to make ends meet. Otha's gold appears to have been an illusion. It all vanished when Azash died.' He smiled sardonically. 'And you have no idea of how chagrined any number of people who'd supported the Primate of Cimmura were when that happened.'
Something rather peculiar happened to Kring's face. The savage hors.e.m.e.n whose very name struck fear into the hearts of his neighbour went first pale, then bright red. Mirtai had emerged from the women's pavilion to which Peloi custom had relegated her and the others. Strangely, Queen Ehlana had not even objected, a fact that caused Sparhawk a certain nervousness. Mirtai had taken advantage of the accommodations within the pavilian to make herself 'presentable'.
Kring, quite obviously, was impressed. 'You'll excuse me,' he said, rising quickly and moving directly toward the lode-star of his life.
'I think we're in the presence of a legend in the making,' Tynian noted. 'The Peloi will compose songs about Kring and Mirtai for the next hundred years at least.' He looked at the Tamul amba.s.sador. 'Is Mirtai behaving at all the way other Atan women do, your Excellency? She obviously likes Kring's attentions, but she simply won't give him a definite answer.'
'The Atana's doing what's customary, Sir Tynian,' Oscagne replied. 'Atan women believe in long, leisurely courts.h.i.+ps. They find being pursued entertaining, and most men turn their attention to other matters after the wedding. For this period of time in her life, she knows that she's the absolute centre of the Domi's attention. Women, I'm told, appreciate that sort of thing.'
'She wouldn't just be leading him on, would she?' Berit asked. 'I like the Domi, and I'd hate to see him get his heart broken.'
'Oh, no, Sir Berit. She's definitely interested. If she found his attentions annoying, she'd have killed him a long time ago.'
'Courts.h.i.+p among the Atans must be a very nervous business,' Kalten observed.
'Oh, yes,' Oscagne laughed. 'A man must be very careful. If he's too aggressive, the woman will kill him, and if he's not aggressive enough, she'll marry someone else.'
'That's very uncivilised,' Kalten said disapprovingly.
'Atan women seem to enjoy it, but then, women are more elemental than we are.'
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