The Desert Spear (23 page)

This
chin
was different than Jardir had imagined. He was young'no older than Jardir had been when he first donned his blacks'and not a particularly large man, but he had a hard air about him. He stood and moved like a warrior, meeting Jardir's eyes boldly, as a man should.

Jardir knew that the Northern men had given up
alagai'sharak,
cowering behind their wards like women, but the sands of Krasia went on for hundreds of miles with no succor. A man who passed through that must have stared
alagai
in the face night after night. He might not be
Sharum,
but he was no coward.

Jardir looked down at Abban's sniveling form and bit back his disgust. 'Speak, and be quick about it. Your presence offends me.'

Abban nodded and turned to the Northerner, speaking a few words in a harsh, guttural tongue. The Northerner replied sternly, stamping his spear for emphasis.

'This is Arlen asu Jeph am'Bales am'Brook,' Abban said, turning back to Jardir but keeping his eyes on the ground. 'Late out of Fort Rizon to the north, he brings you greetings, and begs to fight alongside the men of Krasia tonight in
alagai'sharak.
'

Jardir was stunned. A Northerner who wished to fight' It was unheard of.

'He is a
chin,
First Warrior,' Hasik growled. 'Come from a race of cowards. He is not worthy to fight!'

'If he was a coward, he would not be here,' Ashan advised. 'Many Messengers have come to Krasia, but only this one has come to your palace. It would be an insult to Everam not to let the man fight, if he wishes it.'

'I'll not put my back to a greenlander in battle,' Hasik said, spitting at the Messenger's feet. Many of the
Sharum
nodded and grunted their agreement despite the
dama's
words. It seemed there was a limit to the clerics' powers, after all.

Jardir considered carefully. He saw now why Ashan had wanted to defer the decision to him. Either choice could have grave repercussions.

He looked at the greenlander again, curious to see his mettle in battle. Inevera had foretold he might conquer the green lands one day, and the Evejah taught men to know their enemy before battle was joined.

'Husband,' Inevera said quietly, touching his arm. 'If the
chin
wishes to stand in the Maze like a
Sharum,
then he must have a foretelling.'

No wonder she had come. She knew there was something special about this man, and needed his blood for a true divination. Jardir narrowed his eyes, wondering what she was not telling, but she had offered him an escape from a difficult situation and he would be a fool not to take it. He turned back to Abban, still hunched in the dirt.

'Tell the
chin
that the
dama'ting
will cast the bones for him. If they are favorable, he may fight.'

Abban nodded, turning back to the greenlander and speaking his harsh Northern tongue. A flash of irritation crossed the
chin's
face'a feeling Jardir knew well, having been a slave to the bones for more than half his life. They exchanged words for some time before the
chin
gritted his teeth and nodded in acceptance.

'I will take him back to the palace for the foretelling,' Inevera said.

Jardir nodded. 'I will accompany you through the ritual, for your own protection.'

'That will not be necessary,' Inevera said. 'No man would dare harm a
dama'ting.
'

'No Krasian man,' Jardir corrected. 'There is no telling what these Northern barbarians are capable of.' He smirked. 'I will not risk having your impeccable virtue sullied by leaving you alone with one.'

Jardir knew she was snarling under her veil, but he did not care. Whatever went on between her and the greenlander, he was determined to see it. He signaled Hasik and Ashan to follow them back so she could not expel him from her presence at the palace without witnesses. Abban was dragged along with them, though his presence sullied the palace floors. They would need to be washed with blood to remove the taint.

Soon Jardir, Inevera, and the
chin
were alone in a darkened room. Jardir looked to the greenlander. 'Hold out your arm, Arlen, son of Jeph.'

The
chin
only looked at him curiously.

Jardir held out his own arm, miming a shallow cut, and holding it over the
alagai hora.

The
chin
frowned, but he did not hesitate to roll up his sleeve and step forward, holding out his arm.

Braver than I was the first time,
Jardir thought.

Inevera made the cut, and soon the dice were glowing fiercely in her hands. The
chin's
eyes widened at this, and he watched intently. She threw, and Jardir quickly scanned the results. He did not have a
dama'ting
's training, but his lessons in Sharik Hora had taught him many of the symbols on the dice. Each demon bone had only one ward, a ward of foretelling. The other symbols were simply words. The words and their pattern told a tale of what would be'or at least what might.

Jardir caught the symbols for '
Sharum,
' '
dama,
' and 'one' among the clutter before Inevera snatched them back up. Shar'Dama Ka. What could that mean' Surely a
chin
could not be the Deliverer. Was he tied to Jardir in some way'

To Jardir's surprise, Inevera shook the dice and threw them again, as he had not seen her or any
dama'ting
do since that first night in the Maze. There was nothing but
dama'ting
calm about her, but the very fact of a second throw was telling.

As was the third.

Whatever she sees,
Jardir thought,
she wants to be sure of it.

He looked to the greenlander, but though he watched the proceedings closely, it was clear he saw this only as some primitive ritual required for access to the Maze.

Ah, son of Jeph, if only it were that simple.

'He can fight,' Inevera said, removing a clay jar from her robes and smearing the
chin's
wound with a foul paste before wrapping it in clean cloth.

Jardir nodded, not having expected more than a yes or no. He escorted the
chin
out of the room.

'Khaffit,'
he called to Abban. 'Tell the son of Jeph he may start on the wall. When he nets an
alagai,
he may set foot in the Maze.'

'Surely not!' Hasik said.

'Everam has spoken, Hasik,' Jardir said sharply, and the warrior calmed.

Abban quickly translated, and the
chin
snorted, as if netting a wind demon were no great feat. Jardir smiled. He could come to like this man.

'Return to whatever hole you crawled out of,' he told Abban. 'The son of Jeph may be worthy to stand atop the wall, but you have lost that right. He will have to speak the language of the spear.'

Abban bowed and turned to the greenlander, explaining. The
chin
looked up at Jardir and nodded his understanding. His face was grim, but Jardir recognized the eagerness in his eyes. He had the look of a
dal'Sharum
at dusk.

Jardir moved to head down to the training ground with the others, but Inevera held his arm. Ashan and Hasik turned, hesitating.

'Go on and see if you might teach the
chin
some of our hand signals,' Jardir said. 'I will join you shortly.'

'The
chin
will be instrumental in your rise to Shar'Dama Ka,' Inevera said bluntly as soon as they were alone. 'Embrace him as a brother, but keep him within reach of your spear. One day you must kill him, if you are to be hailed as Deliverer.'

Jardir stared hard at his inscrutable wife's eyes.
What aren't you telling me'
he wondered.

The greenlander showed no hint of fear or trepidation as the sun set that night. He stood tall atop the walls, looking out at the sands eagerly, waiting for the first signs of the enemy rising.

Truly, he was nothing like Jardir had imagined from his lessons about the weak half-men of the North. How long since a Krasian had gone to the green lands and seen its people for himself' A hundred years' Two' Had anyone left the Desert Spear since the Return'

Two warriors snickered at his back. They were Mehnding tribe, the most powerful after the Majah. The Mehnding were devoted wholly to the art of ranged weapons. They built the rock slingers and scorpions, quarried stones for hurling, and made the giant scorpion stingers'great spears that could punch through a sand demon's armor at a thousand feet. Though they were less proficient with the spear than other tribes, their honor knew no bounds, for the Mehnding killed more
alagai
than the Kaji and the Majah combined.

'I wonder how long he will last before an
alagai
kills him,' one of the Mehnding said.

'More likely he will soil himself and run in fear the moment they rise,' the other laughed.

The greenlander glanced at them. His expression made it clear he knew he was being mocked, but he paid the warriors no mind, returning his focus on the shifting sands.

He embraces pain when his goal is in sight,
Jardir thought, remembering the mockery he had endured on his first night in the Maze.

Jardir moved to the two warriors. 'The sun sets, and you have nothing better to do than mock your spear-brother'' he demanded loudly. Everyone on the wall turned to look.

'But Sharum Ka,' one of the men protested, 'he is only a savage.'

'A savage who looks to the enemy while you snicker at his back like a
khaffit
!' Jardir growled. 'Mock him again, and you will have weeks in the
dama'ting
pavilion to learn to keep a civil tongue.' He spoke the words calmly, but the
dal'Sharum
recoiled as if struck.

A shout from the greenlander caught Jardir's attention. The man stomped his spear on the wall, bellowing something in his guttural tongue. He pointed to the sands, and Jardir suddenly understood.

The
alagai
were rising.

'To your places!' he ordered, and the Mehnding turned back to their scorpions.

Oil fires were lit and reflected with mirrors onto the battlefield, giving the Mehnding light for their deadly art.

The greenlander watched the scorpion teams carefully. One man wound the springs while another set the stinger in place. A third aimed and fired. The Mehnding could complete the whole process in seconds.

When the first stinger speared a sand demon, the greenlander gave a whoop, punching his fist into the air much as Jardir had done the first time he witnessed it as a
nie'Sharum.

They have no scorpions in the North,
he surmised, filing the information away.

For a time, the stingers hummed and the sling teams hauled great stones into place, cutting the ropes to free the counterweights and hurl the missiles into the growing ranks of
alagai,
killing them one by one or in groups.

But as always, it was like taking grains off a dune. There were dozens of flame and wind demons, but the sand demons were an endless storm that could wear down a mountain.

The Mehnding focused in a wide arc around the great gate to the Maze, preparing for the invitation. When the
alagai
were positioned correctly, Jardir signaled a
nie'Sharum,
who blew a long, clear note on the Horn of Sharak. Almost instantly the gates opened. The oldest warriors in the tribes stood within, beating their shields and jeering at the demons, daring them to give chase.

Their glory was endless. Even the greenlander breathed a word that rang of awe.

The
alagai
shrieked and charged into the Maze. The Baiters whooped and ran, leading the demons deeper through twists and turns to where their respective tribesmen hid in wait.

After several minutes, Jardir signaled for the gates to be closed again. The scorpions cleared the way, and the gates closed with a thunderous boom.

'Fetch the nets,' Jardir told the
nie'Sharum.
'We shall head deeper into the Maze and put the greenlander to his test.'

But the boy did not move. Jardir glanced at him in irritation and saw open terror on his face. He turned along the boy's line of sight, and saw many of his warriors standing similarly dumbfounded.

'What are you'' he began to shout, but then, in the light of the oil fires, he saw an
alagai
bounding over the dunes toward the city.

But this was no ordinary demon. Even at a distance, Jardir could tell it was enormous. Sand demons were bigger than their flame and wind cousins, not counting wingspan, but even the sand demons were no larger than a man, and they ran on all fours like dogs, standing perhaps three feet at the shoulder.

The demon that approached stood erect on hind legs jointed with sharp bone, and stood more than twice the height of a tall man. Even its spiked tail seemed longer than a man was tall. Its horns were like spears, its talons like butchering knives, and its black carapace was thick and hard. One of its arms ended at the elbow'a club that could crush a warrior's skull.

Jardir had never imagined a demon so big. His men stood frozen'in fear or surprise he could not tell. Only the greenlander seemed unsurprised, staring hard at the giant with undisguised hatred.