Dragonwall (28 page)

Pointing at the smoke, Batu asked, “What do you make of that, Kei Bot?”

The stocky general squinted at the gray column and watched it intently, as if he could magnify the image through obstinate study. It was a gesture typical of the general, Batu was learning. More than anything, it seemed to symbolize the headstrong determination that was the heart of Kei Bot’s personality.

After the stocky general’s assault on Yenching, Batu had made the ambitious man second in command. Though he had used the survivors from Kei Bot’s army to garrison Yenching, it would have been an insult to leave the pudgy general with his troops after he had displayed so much bravery. Therefore, Batu had been forced to reward Kei Bot by promoting him.

It was an exigency the General of the Northern Marches regretted. In order to hold Kei Bot’s dogged ambition in check, Batu kept the pudgy general with him at all times. Unfortunately, the two men did not enjoy each other’s company.

Kei Bot finally finished his study of the smoke column. “I would guess that they’re burning prisoners,” he announced.

“To what purpose?” Batu asked, frowning at his subcommander.

“Intimidation,” Kei Bot answered. “I’ve seen it before.”

Batu shook his head. “They wouldn’t hesitate to commit such butchery, but they don’t take captives.” He pointed at the riders encircling the city. “To me, it looks like they’re preparing to attack. The smoke must have something to do with storming the city.”

“If that’s what you think,” Kei Bot answered stiffly, miffed that his conclusion had not been accepted. “Shall I send the order to advance?”

“Not yet,” Batu said, still watching the city.

“But we’ve been here for three hours!” Kei Bot objected.

“We’ll wait a while longer.” The young general faced the stocky commander. “If we move before the enemy is fully engaged, it will stop its attack and turn to meet us.”

“From what we saw at Shihfang, the nobles are outnumbered five to one,” Kei Bot countered. “The longer we wait, the greater the chance the enemy will sack Shou Kuan.”

“I know,” Batu replied, turning back to the city. “Still, we can’t move until the barbarians are fully engaged.”

Kei Bot’s jaw dropped in open shock. “The nobles will be wiped out! They’ll never hold against those numbers.”

“Don’t underestimate the nobles,” Batu replied, “not while Tzu Hsuang still commands them.”

At Shihfang, Batu had discovered the reason for his father-in-law’s long silence following the battle: the Mirror of Shao had been shattered. He was sorry to lose the artifact, but not nearly as sorry as he would have been to lose Tzu Hsuang. Still, the mirror’s destruction was a serious blow. Batu had been counting on it to coordinate the attack with the noble armies. Without the Mirror of Shao, the general had to rely on nothing but his best guess to time his attack.

More to reassure himself than Kei Bot, Batu said, “Tzu Hsuang will hold. His pengs have had three weeks of rest. Besides, even if the Tuigan breach the walls, they will find that city streets are poor places to fight from horseback.”

“Don’t you think you’re risking Hsuang’s armies without sufficient reason?” Kei Bot asked. “If the nobles collapse, the Tuigan will retreat into Shou Kuan when we attack.”

“I won’t lose the advantage of surprise,” Batu replied sternly. He pointed at the ring encircling the city. “From what I can see, the barbarians still have over a hundred thousand riders. Our only chance of destroying them is to catch them completely unprepared.”

Kei Bot would not be intimidated. “If you must run this risk, at least send word to make ready for battle.”

Batu scowled, but realized that Kei Bot’s suggestion had its merits. “I see no harm in doing as you ask,” he snapped. Without taking his eyes off the pudgy general, he waved Pe forward.

The adjutant was waiting at the bottom of the hill, where he and Batu’s fifty man escort would not be seen. It took Pe a few moments to crawl to the crest of the hill. Upon arriving, he removed his conical skullcap and scratched furiously at his matted hair. “Now I understand why the barbarians shave their heads,” he said.

Like Batu and the other men in the provincial armies, Pe was dressed in Tuigan clothing. In addition to the fur-trimmed skullcap, he wore a greasy knee-length hauberk and wool trousers. The hauberk had an arrow hole and a bloodstain in the breast, and the trousers were so filthy that crawling through ash had done nothing to darken their color. In contrast to Batu, who felt strangely comfortable in the clothing, Pe looked awkward and clumsy.

The adjutant suddenly pulled his hand from his hair. Pinched between his thumb and forefinger was a white, squirming body the size of a rice grain. The youth squashed the louse, then wiped his hand on his pant leg. He renewed his scratching and commented, “Filthy beasts.”

Batu was not sure whether Pe meant the lice or the barbarians. After the victory at Yenching, Batu had sent his cavalry to round up the enemy horses. In the meantime, he had instructed the remainder of the Most Magnificent Army of Shou Lung to clothe itself in Tuigan garb.

The order had not made the general a popular commander. The thought of wearing Tuigan clothing had turned the stomachs of the entire army, even the drunks and criminals. Nevertheless, Batu had insisted that his command be followed.

Two days later, the cavalry had collected more than eighty thousand barbarian horses. The number had been sufficient to mount the four armies that were still in battle condition. After a day of riding lessons, Batu had started for Shou Kuan with eighty thousand pengs disguised as Tuigan horsewarriors.

The General of the Northern Marches was wise enough to know that news of a large Shou army would quickly reach the ears of Yamun Khahan. That was why Batu had disguised his men as Tuigan. The presence of another barbarian force would not provoke nearly as much comment. Even if word of the army reached the khahan, Batu thought the reports would be less likely to alarm the Tuigan leader. It seemed possible that the khahan would dismiss the accounts as mere rumors or exaggerations. The last thing he would believe, Batu hoped, was that four Shou armies had disguised themselves as Tuigan in order to sneak up on him.

Unfortunately, in order to make the disguise believable, Batu’s men had to act like barbarians. Several times, his scouts had given chase to frightened peasants. Once, they had even attacked and burned a Shou village the barbarians had overlooked. It was then, Batu realized, that he had begun to feel comfortable in barbarian clothes.

A few days after burning the village, Batu’s outriders had begun to see signs of far-ranging enemy scouts. Since the khahan had left so many men in Yenching, Batu had hoped the Tuigan leader would feel secure and not bother to scout behind him. The general should have known better, for it was apparent that Yamun Khahan was a careful commander.

So, for the last three days, Batu’s troops had moved only after sunset and under the heavy cloud cover summoned by the wu jens. The armies had traveled along streambeds and through secluded valleys, on routes selected by survey parties during daylight hours. Of course, the outriders had occasionally encountered smaller parties of Tuigan scouts. In most cases, the disguises had served the surveyors well. After a friendly wave, the enemy had simply ridden away.

Four times, however, enemy patrols had approached Shou scouting parties. In each instance, Batu’s men had ambushed the Tuigan riders before the scouts realized they were impostors. Not a single enemy soldier had escaped such a meeting alive.

Last night, the provincial armies had finally reached an isolated valley in the hills southwest of Shou Kuan. Batu had stopped the advance five miles from city. At dawn, he had taken a party and rode forward to scout the enemy.

The army was still waiting in that valley. Even without being there, Batu felt certain his subordinates were all as impatient as Kei Bot. The general could hardly blame them. With every hour, the danger of discovery increased. Already he had received a report that an enemy scouting party had been destroyed because it had come too close to the Shou armies. If Tuigan patrols continued to disappear, Batu knew that the khahan would soon suspect something was amiss.

Still, with such a capable commander leading the enemy, Batu had to scout the horsewarriors carefully. Though the Shou armies were also mounted now, they would be no match for the barbarians in open combat. The Tuigan carried short bows ideal for fighting from horseback, and they were uncannily accurate with their weapons. Batu’s soldiers, by contrast, were still equipped with clunky crossbows and were accustomed to fighting from rigid ranks. Only a fool would believe that because they now had horses, the Shou would be a match for the barbarians.

As the General of the Northern Marches had known all along, Shou Lung’s best chance of victory lay in attacking while the enemy’s attention was completely absorbed by something else. That was why Batu’s original plan had called for the nobles to sally out of Shou Kuan as his forces attacked from the rear. However, with the Mirror of Shao destroyed, coordinating the two maneuvers had become an impossibility. Fortunately, it appeared the enemy was about to oblige Batu by occupying itself with an attack on Shou Kuan.

Batu directed his attention to Pe. “Tell the armies to prepare for the attack.”

Pe smiled. “Then the war will be over soon.”

A knot of excitement formed in Batu’s stomach, and he answered, “One way or the other.” With a little luck, he thought he would finally fight his illustrious battle.

“The enemy still does not know we’re here,” Pe said, his face betraying his absolute confidence. “We cannot lose.”

“In battle, nothing is ever certain,” Kei Bot warned.

Pe looked at the stocky commander with barely concealed contempt. The adjutant made no secret of his dislike for Batu’s second in command. “Begging your pardon, General, but what you say is not true for this battle.”

Placing a fatherly hand on his adjutant’s shoulder, Batu said, “Pe, the only thing I am sure of today is that we shall fight a great battle.” He reached beneath his hauberk to withdraw the letter he had written before dawn for Wu. Though he had not been able to send his customary letter at Yenching, today there was no reason to break his vow.

Batu gave the paper to Pe. “You know what to do with this.”

“I’ll send it to Lady Wu.”

Kei Bot raised an eyebrow. “I had not thought you so sentimental, General.”

The General of the Northern Marches flushed. He had repeatedly directed his subordinates to think of nothing but fighting until they destroyed the barbarians. Batu felt as if he had been caught in a lie.

“I’m not,” he said sharply, looking from Kei Bot to Pe. “Send the order.”

Pe crawled down the hill to the escort, and Batu turned back to Shou Kuan. The wind still carried the smoke over the city wall. The general from Chukei studied the hazy tendril for several moments. The more he watched, the more it seemed something was moving across the gray ribbon.

Batu wished that Minister Kwan’s wu jen was with him, for the wizard would have found a way to show him more of the scene outside Shou Kuan. It was not the first time the general had wished for the wizard’s company. After arriving at last night’s campsite, Batu’s first thought had been to establish some magical means of spying upon the enemy. Unfortunately, none of the wu jens supplied by the Ministry of Magic knew an appropriate spell, and the feng-li lang would not ask the spirits to perform such a mundane task. So the general had been forced to rely upon physical scouting.

Batu watched the scene for another ten minutes. Finally, Kei Bot pointed at the dark band of horsemen encircling Shou Kuan. “The enemy is moving! Shall I send the order to advance?”

“Not yet,” Batu replied, laying a restraining hand on his subordinate’s wrist. Although it did look as though the barbarian circle was tightening, Batu did not think they were charging.

“What are you waiting for?” Kei Bot asked. “As it is, it will take our armies thirty minutes to reach the battle.”

“It won’t take the enemy thirty minutes to know we’re coming,” Batu countered, pointing toward the valley where the Shou armies waited. “When eighty thousand horses gallop toward the city, they’ll raise a dust cloud that will blot out the sun. If the Tuigan aren’t fully engaged, they’ll break off to meet us.”

Kei Bot frowned and stared at Batu. “Your wife’s father is in Shou Kuan. How can you allow the nobles to bear this attack alone?”

“I can do it because it increases our chances of winning the battle,” Batu returned coldly. He looked back toward the besieged city.

Kei Bot stared at his commander with thinly veiled disgust. “You are a callous and cold man.”

Without taking his eyes off the city, Batu calmly asked, “Could any other kind destroy the Tuigan?”

Kei Bot looked away, uncomfortable with both his own comment and Batu’s easy reply.

A moment later, the barbarian circle stopped shrinking. Batu estimated the horsewarriors were within medium bow range of the city walls. Though he could not see them, the general knew that droves of arrows were flying between Shou Kuan’s ramparts and the enemy lines.

“See?” Batu said, pointing at the circle. “The Tuigan would have seen us coming. It won’t be long now.”

The general could see that the Tuigan were pressing the battle hard. Volley after volley of Shou arrows opened holes in their ring, but instead of retreating to a safer range, the barbarians shifted to fill in the gaps. In front of the gate, the smoke still drifted over the city wall. It still seemed to Batu that something was moving along its spine, but he could not imagine what.

For several minutes, he and Kei Bot silently watched the battle. The longer they watched, the more convinced Batu grew that he had made the correct decision. The enemy maneuvered with such precision that he knew they would easily meet any obvious attack.

On the southern side of the city, the horsewarriors began to gather in a great mass. Within seconds, the throng was swarming toward the main gate.

“They’re assaulting!” Kei Bot declared, pointing at the mob. “They’ve taken the gate!”