Legends of the Riftwar (29 page)

‘This strikes me as a bit strange,' Dennis finally said, ‘but it's not…unpleasant.'

Asayaga laughed. ‘You barbarians.'

‘Us barbarians?' There was a defensive note in his voice.

‘Please, Hartraft. We have a custom in steam-houses.'

‘Like the towels for modesty?' Dennis whispered pointedly.

Asayaga could see just the slightest flicker of a grin. ‘Well, I think my men forgot about that. But as I was saying, the custom is that all arguments must be left at the door of the baths. Even the bitterest of foes will swim in the same pool and breathe the same steam and be allowed to do so in peace.'

Dennis leaned back and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

‘A good custom,' he whispered at last and Asayaga smiled.

‘Tell me, Hartraft,' said Roxanne. ‘Have you anyone waiting for you back at your camp?'

Dennis's eyes narrowed and he said bitterly, ‘No.'

Roxanne studied his face and appeared on the verge of saying something. Her mouth turned up at the corner in a slight smirk he had seen before in advance of a caustic remark, but as it appeared she was about to speak, she sat back, remaining silent. She continued to stare at him for another minute, then softly she said, ‘I'm sorry for your loss.'

Dennis didn't know what to say. He stared back at her, their eyes locking for a moment.
Something about this woman irritates me
, he thought, and in an attempt to put aside that irritation, he sank back against the side of the tub and closed his eyes.

Against every expectation, Dennis discovered after a few minutes of sitting there with his eyes closed that he was enjoying the hot soak. Relaxing further, he realized with a start some time later he had dozed off.

The girls had departed and Asayaga said, ‘Are you rested?'

Dennis wiped his hand over his face and said, ‘As it stands, yes.' He seemed surprised.

‘See, there are things you can learn from us, Hartraft.'

Dennis stood up and grabbed a towel. After the hot water, the room felt chilled. ‘You do this a lot?'

‘Every chance I get,' said Asayaga, as he also dried himself off.

The last two Tsurani soldiers were leaving and as Dennis followed, he said, ‘I think I might like to try this again.'

Outside, they dressed quickly, for if the hot bath-house had felt chilled, the freezing snow was brutal to Dennis. As he donned his tunic he said, ‘What's that smell?'

Asayaga laughed. ‘That's the stink you carried around with you. Now that you're clean, you notice it.'

Dennis stopped putting on his tunic. ‘I have another in my field kit,' he said. Refusing to acknowledge his discomfort at being bare-chested, he said, ‘I guess I should have these washed.'

Asayaga nodded. ‘You'll find your men take ill less often if they keep clean. I do not know why this is so, but it is.'

As he moved away from the bath-house, Dennis saw four Tsurani erecting poles in the compound, each forming the corner of a square. Others were bringing wood and piling it in the centre of the square. He glanced at Asayaga.

‘The rite of Atonement is tonight.'

As if that explained it
, thought Dennis, now anxious to put on his clean tunic. He hurried to the building where he housed with Sergeant Barry and a half dozen other men, and found his kit bag. He pulled a tunic out and noticed with disappointment that it was barely cleaner than the one he wore, but he put it on anyway, and decided he would ask one of the women to wash his remaining clothing in the morning.

He thought back with some bitterness to his childhood, for clean clothing had always been provided. And despite what Asayaga said, his family bathed every week during the winter, more often in the hot months. To himself he admitted that years in the field had made him a coarse and dirty man.

Outside, he heard the sound of chanting and realized it must be the Tsurani. He decided to go and sort out his clothing now, rather than watch this rite.

Tinuva watched with interest as the Tsurani first built a small fire and then lined up for their ceremony. Asayaga, followed by Sugama and the other Tsurani were formed up in a line, weapons conspicuously absent. They watched the sun lower in the west, and chanted softly. When at last the sun was behind the western mountains, Asayaga moved forward to the first pole, which Tinuva noted was the easternmost, bowed his head, and said something softly. He moved to the northern pole and repeated the gestures. The western and southern poles followed; then he paused before the fire. He held out his hand and let a piece of material fall into the flames. He bowed once more then came to stand next to Tinuva.

Without taking his eyes off the ceremony, Tinuva asked, ‘What is it you ask your god?'

Asayaga said, ‘We ask Hilio, who judges men in life, to forgive us our shortcomings. Each man will repeat the request, at each of the poles, representing the four directions, for no man knows where Hilio may be. It is hoped that when we are free of this mortal life, Hilio will intercede with Silbi, She who is Death, to look upon us with mercy. We also ask Hilio to give us the strength to forgive those who have wronged us in the past year, to let others make atonement to us.'

Tinuva said nothing for a while, then: ‘A friend once said no mortal being is without flaw.'

Asayaga said, ‘This is true. And there is wisdom in knowing this. It will be a quiet night, for meditation and fasting. No man may touch food or wine until the sun sets tomorrow night.'

Tinuva said, ‘A feast?'

Asayaga nodded. ‘Always.'

‘Then come hunting with me after your Day of Atonement, Asayaga.'

‘I went hunting with Hartraft today.'

‘So I have been told.' With a slight smile, Tinuva said, ‘I shall be a far more patient teacher, and I will show you things even Dennis doesn't know.'

Asayaga allowed himself a rare smile. ‘It would be good to know some things Dennis doesn't know.'

The elf returned the smile, briefly then leaned back against the support post and watched the rest of the ceremony.

A few minutes later Alwin Barry called for parade, and the Kingdom soldiers fell into formation. There was little military ceremony associated with the Marauders, but while in camp, Dennis insisted on morning muster and evening parade in order to keep some pretence of military discipline among the men.

Asayaga had answered by having his men join the parade every night and held a separate muster every morning. As the ceremony ended, the last of his men hurried to their positions under the watchful eye of Strike Leader Tasemu.

Barry glanced at his opposite number, and the two men began inspecting their respective commands. Asayaga said to Tinuva, ‘Where is Hartraft? He has never missed a parade.'

He got his answer when Dennis came striding out of his quarters, his arms heavy with clothing, marching purposefully towards the washing hut. Both the Tsurani and Tinuva stood in stunned silence, then as the Captain of the Marauders vanished from sight, both broke out in open laughter.

Dawn was breaking.

‘Form ranks!'

Dennis passed the order as he always did, his voice almost soft, disdainful of the parade ground bellowing typical of too many officers serving in the Kingdom armies. The last of his men came out of the long hall, slinging on their equipment. Tsurani soldiers mingled amongst them, heading to the opposite side of the narrow street to fall into ranks as well, Strike Leader Tasemu, like Dennis, passing the order in a calm even voice.

Tinuva, Gregory by his side, leaned against the open gate, watching the show and it struck him as fascinating how both companies had basically the same rituals, the turn-out before dawn, the evening inspection, even the mannerism of the sergeants, who combined a certain gruffness with some and a touch of fatherly help with others.

The Tsurani snapped to attention as Asayaga came out of the long hall, dressed in full armour and accepted the salute of Tasemu. He then proceeded to walk slowly down the line, pausing to draw a sword from a scabbard to see that it was properly sharpened, stopping to adjust the buckles on a young soldier's armour, opening several backpacks to make sure all the equipment was properly stowed.

Dennis followed the ritual as well, though his men stood at ease, but at his approach they were watchful and respectful. He ordered
one man to string his bow, then chewed him out over the fact that the string was not properly waxed and the ends were frayed; another man received a dressing down because his backpack was missing a blanket.

‘If we had to pull out now, this minute,' Dennis snapped, ‘you'd freeze to death the first night out and I'd forbid any man to share his blanket with you, damn it. Three days cleaning the jakes.'

After Dennis stepped past, Sergeant Barry gave the unfortunate a withering gaze and made a point of nodding towards the privies outside the stockade gate. They had replaced the slit trench Dennis had ordered dug the first day, but the privies needed cleaning whereas the trenches had not.

Inspection finished, Dennis turned to face the Tsurani who were standing less than a dozen feet away. Asayaga finished at nearly the same time and the two officers stood looking at each other, Dennis obviously uncomfortable with the Tsurani's insistence of standing at attention, thus forcing Dennis to do likewise.

‘All equipment is in order. All my men are accounted for,' Asayaga announced.

‘All accounted for,' Dennis replied, ‘save for four on the north pass. Patrol to the eastern gorge reports no sign of the enemy.'

Asayaga nodded his thanks. The Kingdom soldiers had assumed the burden of patrols and watches so the Tsurani might observe their Day of Atonement. Tsurani soldiers would take extra watches and patrols to compensate the Kingdom soldiers over the next few days.

‘I have no incidents to report,' Asayaga stated.

‘Nor I,' Dennis replied yet again.

There was a moment of awkward silence then Dennis finally turned to look back at his men. ‘The Tsurani, as you know, are observing a holy day that will last till sunset. Some of you saw the ritual begin last night. As I understand this ritual we may not speak to them unless they speak to us first. They will fast for the entire day and I ask that we refrain from eating in front of them. We'll stand their watches for them today so they may meditate and pray, and they will make up the difference tomorrow. I don't want to hear any damn comments about anything you see them
do. They participated in our midwinter feast and showed proper respect.'

‘And drank more than the rest of us,' a wag quipped from the back rank, his comment greeted by a ripple of laughter.

‘Well, there will be a feast tonight, after sundown and we are invited. So be respectful and let's keep it peaceful.'

He turned back to Asayaga and the two saluted.

The Tsurani broke ranks, stacked their gear inside the long house and then came back out. Several of the warriors saluted as they passed Dennis, their action causing him to respond with a confused nod.

‘My men are grateful that you are respecting our Day of Atonement,' Asayaga said. ‘When the subject first came up many thought you would refuse.'

‘Why?'

‘Just because, no reason was needed.'

‘That's ridiculous. The request was reasonable.'

‘Are you saying I am being ridiculous?'

‘Are you saying I am being unreasonable?' Dennis snapped.

The two stalked off down the length of the street, arguing vehemently.

‘Must they always seek a reason to argue?' Tinuva whispered, looking over at Gregory.

‘You know Dennis, we've fought alongside him long enough. Besides, I think they almost like it.'

Tinuva nodded, turning away from the disagreement in the middle of the narrow street to watch as the Tsurani filed out of the gate of the stockade and formed up to face the eastern horizon.

The sun had yet to break over the mountains to the east, but the tops of the mountains to the north and west were already aglow, bathed in a radiant pink that glimmered off the snow capped heights. Over head the clouds shone in the reflected light of dawn, shifting rapidly in color, changing to a brilliant gold and at last the sun broke the horizon, casting long shadows across the snow covered valley.

Asayaga, who had finally come out to join his men, removed his helmet, placed it at his feet, then knelt down on the slushy ground,
bowing low until his forehead touched the earth. Then he began a sing-song chant.

More than one Kingdom soldier, out of curiosity, stood by the open gate, watching.

For several minutes the Tsurani continued their chant, occasionally rising, then kneeling back down. Two of the men, standing behind the line, had lit a small brazier and the sweet scent of incense drifted on the wind as they brought it before the group and set it down.

From across the field to the north the last of the Tsurani guards returned from their watch atop the pass and hurried to fall in with the group, removing their helmets and quickly bowing before joining in with the prayers.

‘Who's replaced the watch up there?' Tinuva asked, looking over at Dennis who had come up to his side to watch the ritual.

‘I've sent up young Richard and Hanson this morning to join Luthar and Corporal Bewin.'

Tinuva nodded. ‘Richard?'

‘It's about time the boy did his share of duties around here,' Dennis said, his tone indicating that there was nothing more to be said about the lad.

‘Shouldn't be too bad up there today,' Gregory interjected.

‘Another few days of warmth and we might have problems. I want a forward patrol over the pass to check things out once this Tsurani holy day is finished.'

‘We already reckoned on that,' Gregory said.

Tinuva looked around at the Kingdom soldiers who had gathered at the gate. ‘Where's Corwin?' he asked.

‘I don't know,' Dennis replied. ‘Off meditating or getting herbs I guess. Why?'

‘Just he's been gone a lot this last week.'

Dennis looked back at the group. ‘Next time he heads out, trail him.'

The chanting began again.

‘Just what the hell are they wailing about?' Dennis asked.

Tinuva cocked his head and listened. What little command he had of the language of the Tsurani had improved tremendously in the last
few weeks. Like nearly all of his race, his sense of hearing was far more acute to the finer nuances of sounds, the subtleties of pronunciation, combined as usual with a near-perfect recall.

He nodded slowly, deeply moved by what was being said, and began to whisper a translation:

‘Hear, O Hilio,

‘Hear, O Judge of the Living, for we call out to thy distant dwelling places,

‘Lost in the wilderness we call to thee,

‘Standing at the threshold of eternity, before the gods of all, we bow our heads in submission,

‘For we are but dust, and to dust we shall return.

‘We come into this world with nothing,

‘And must depart from it bearing the burden of the sins we have committed.

‘Forgive us those sins, Lord Hilio,

‘Forgive us our sins as we must forgive.'

Asayaga's voice trailed off into silence and again he bowed low, striking his forehead upon the ground. Then the chanting began again:

‘Hear our cry from out of the wilderness, out of the strangeness of this world we call to thee,

‘For though we step across the eternity of the universe, still we are within thy sight and within thy hand.

‘Though lost in the wilderness, we shall not lose faith in thee.'

Asayaga stood up and turned to the smoking brazier. Reaching into his tunic he pulled out a small scroll of paper and reverently placed it onto the hot coals, so that the paper flared up.

‘What's that?' Dennis asked.

Tinuva motioned him to silence.

‘Receive our comrades who have fallen this year,' Asayaga said, bowing to the brazier. ‘Gather them into thy gardens of paradise so that they shall know peace and comfort.'

‘Names of the fallen from his company most likely,' Tinuva whispered. ‘Last night it was a prayer for forgiveness. They believe the smoke carries the message to the heavens, and to their god.'

Asayaga hesitated for a moment, eyes darting over to Dennis and then he continued.

‘What is he saying?' Dennis asked as the chant continued.

‘I'm not sure if he wants you to know.'

‘Tell me.'

‘He said: “and our foes who fight us with honour, and whom we have slain, may they know peace in the realm of their gods.”'

Dennis, startled, stared at Tinuva.

‘It's what he said,' Gregory interjected.

Dennis said nothing. Asayaga caught his gaze for a brief instant but then turned away. In the shadows Dennis could see the Tsurani rising one by one to stand over the brazier and then a blade would flash across a finger and a hiss of steam would rise up from the blood-offering.

And so the Day of Atonement began, and more and yet more men of the Kingdom stood silent, watching, whispering comments as to what the Tsurani were doing, and what the chanting meant.

The early morning was cold as Richard trudged up the pass. His breath formed steam before his lips as he climbed up the path from the valley below. Eventually, he reached the hut which the guards used to warm themselves while they ate.

Hanson, Richard's companion, stamped his feet to get some life back in them, as Richard looked inside the hut. The fire was burning low, so Richard tossed a log onto it and poked it back to life. Stepping out from the shelter of the hut which housed the watchers at the pass, he said, ‘You wait here and warm up a little, and get the soup hot, while I go tell the others we're here.'

Hanson gave him no argument, and went inside while Richard went forward to relieve Luthar and Bewin, from their position on top of the cliff that overlooked the northern pass.

Both men were huddled up, their heavy capes over their shoulders, but they were alert, turning with drawn weapons at the sound of his approach over the crunchy snow.

‘Anything?' Richard asked.

The two stood up, stretching, Bewin absently rubbing his shoulder which had given him trouble ever since a Tsurani had put a spear through it the year before.

‘Silent except for the wolves,' Luthar said, yawning.

This was Richard's first time on watch in the mountains and though he would not admit it, he was excited by the prospect and responsibility it offered. Not a word had passed between him and Hartraft, except for orders and the usual chewing-outs since the day of Jurgen's death and he secretly hoped that this assignment of trust meant that somehow the commander was finally showing some signs of forgiveness.

The view from the cliff was magnificent, the mountain sweeping down across the open rocky slopes to the treeline more than a thousand feet below. Far beyond the trees were distant plains and in the still morning air he could see what appeared to be a herd of wild horses grazing. The next range of mountains, more than a dozen leagues away, stood out stark and clear, so close it seemed that he felt he could touch them.

All of it was snow-covered, the dawn light illuminating the mountain slope and ice-clad trees so that it seemed as if the gods had carpeted the world in diamonds and rubies.

‘Food ready?' Corporal Bewin asked.

‘Hanson's with me and has the pot of soup simmering.'

‘I'd prefer some ale myself,' Luthar sighed.

‘Well, our relief will be up tonight,' Richard answered.

‘Damn Tsurani and their holy rantings. I should have been relieved last night.'

‘They stood watch the night of Midwinter feast,' Richard offered.

‘It wasn't my watch then damn them. I've been up here four days without a drink.'

‘Stop your whining,' Bewin replied. ‘It all works out. Let's go get warm.'

Luthar, grumbling, carefully worked his way down the rocky outcropping to the hut hidden at the edge of the treeline behind them.

‘Keep a sharp watch, son,' Bewin said.

Richard smiled. ‘I will.'

‘I'll send Hanson up at noon to relieve you. Remember lad, stay low, don't move around a lot, and keep alert. Keep watching along the flank of the mountains as well as the plains below. They could
try to work a few scouts over the tops of the peaks to swing in behind us.'

‘Yes, corporal.'

‘It's hard to tell but out there, below the treeline, it looks like something beat down a trail, it could just be those wild horses, but I want you to keep a close watch on it. If you hear anything strange, see birds kicking up out of the forest, or if something just doesn't feel right, you come back and get me.'

‘Yes, corporal.'

‘Fine, son. Now off for some soup and sleep for me.'

Richard smiled. There was almost a touch of warmth in Bewin's voice and it did his heart good. Bewin had been the only one to take him under his wing and show him some of the tricks of survival after Jurgen's death: the rest of the company had pretty well cut him off.