The Desert Spear (18 page)

'What are you doing'' the Sharum Ka demanded of the crowd. 'Stand down!'

But the rumbling only grew, and men moved to block the exits from the Maze. The Sharum Ka took a tentative step back. Jardir met his eyes, and smiled.

'Do nothing,' Jardir said loudly, without taking his eyes from the Sharum Ka. 'The Sharum Ka has given a command, and all
Sharum
are bound to comply. Everam will decide my fate.'

The grumbling quieted immediately, men clearing the path, and the Sharum Ka's rage seemed doubled at Jardir's control of the men. Jardir sneered at him again, daring him to attack.

'Take him away!' the Sharum Ka cried. Jardir kept his back straight and walked proudly as the guards gripped his arms and escorted him from the Maze.

Inevera was waiting in the palace of the Andrah when Jardir arrived.

Did she know of this day years ago, as well'
he wondered.

His guards tightened their grip on his arms as she approached, but it was not in fear of anything Jardir might do. It was Inevera that terrified them.

'Leave us,' Inevera ordered. 'Tell your master that my husband will meet him in the Andrah's audience hall one hour hence.'

The guards immediately dropped Jardir's arms and bowed. 'As the
dama'ting
commands,' one stuttered, and they scurried away. Inevera snorted, pulling her warded blade to cut his bonds.

'You did well this night,' she whispered as they walked. 'Stand tall in the coming hours. When the audience with the Andrah comes, you must provoke the Sharum Ka with words while standing in submission. Enrage him, but give him no excuse to attack you.'

'I will do no such thing,' Jardir said.

'You did it in the Maze,' Inevera snapped. 'It is trebly important now.'

'You see all,' Jardir acknowledged, 'but you understand little, if you think I will lower my eyes to this man. I was daring him to attack me then.'

Inevera shrugged. 'Do it that way if you wish, but keep your feet planted and your hands still. He will never dare attack you himself, but if you pose a threat, his men will cut you down.'

'Do you think me a fool'' Jardir asked.

Inevera snorted. 'Just enrage him. The rest is
inevera.
'

'As the
dama'ting
commands,' Jardir sighed.

Inevera nodded. They reached a pillowed waiting room. 'Wait here,' she commanded. 'I go now to meet with the Andrah privately before your trial.'

'Trial'' Jardir asked, but she had already slipped from the room.

Jardir had never before been close enough to the Andrah to see the man's face. It was old and lined, his beard a stark white. He was a round man, clearly given to rich foods. His corpulence was disgusting, and Jardir had to remind himself that this man was once the greatest
sharusahk
master of his day, having defeated the most skilled
Damaji
in single combat in order to achieve the Skull Throne. In his days beneath Sharik Hora, Jardir had seen the Kaji
Damaji,
Amadeveram, a man of some sixty years, leave half a dozen young and skilled
dama
on their backs in the
sharusahk
circle.

He looked closer, seeking a sign of that training in the Andrah's movements, but it seemed his ever-present bodyguards and servants had made the man lax. Even here, he picked at a plate of sugar dates during the proceedings.

Jardir's eyes flicked to the sides of the Andrah's throne. At his right hand stood the twelve
Damaji,
leaders of all the tribes of Krasia. Dressed in white robes and black turbans, they muttered among themselves about being pulled from their business and dragged to the palace when the sun had barely topped the horizon. At the Andrah's left, two steps back from the throne, stood the
Damaji'ting.
Like the
Damaji,
they wore headwraps and veils of black, falling in sharp contrast over their white robes. Unlike the
Damaji,
they were utterly silent, watching with eyes that seemed to penetrate everything.

Do they too know my fate'
Jardir wondered, then glanced at his
Jiwah Ka,
standing beside him.
Or do they only know what Inevera tells them'

'Son of Hoshkamin,' Damaji Amadeveram greeted Jardir, 'please tell us your version of last night's events.' He was Kaji and the Andrah's First Minister, perhaps the most powerful cleric in all of Krasia save the Andrah himself. The Andrah was said to represent all tribes, but it was he who appointed the Sharum Ka and First Minister, and Jardir knew from his lessons that it had been centuries since an Andrah had filled either position with someone from another tribe. It was considered a sign of weakness.

The Sharum Ka scowled, clearly expecting to have been invited to relate his version first. He stormed over to the tea service laid for him and took a cup. Jardir could tell from the erratic way the steam rose that his old hands were shaking.

'At the
kai'Sharum
supper this evening, the Sharum Ka gave orders, as he always does,' Jardir began. 'My men have found much success in the night and were eager to send more
alagai
back to Nie as ashes.'

The
Damaji
nodded. 'Your successes have not gone without note,' he said. 'And your teachers in Sharik Hora speak highly of you. Go on.'

'We were dismayed to learn we would be sent to the tenth layer,' Jardir said. 'Not so long ago, we stood in the first, showing a hundred
alagai
the sun for every man we lost. Then, recently, we were moved to the second, followed soon after by the third. We took it with pride; there is glory enough for all in the lower levels. But instead of moving us to the fourth, as expected, the Sharum Ka sent the Sharach there, giving us their traditional place in the tenth.'

Jardir saw Damaji Kevera of the Sharach tense, but he was not sure if it was at the dishonor of having his tribe's 'traditional place' be one so lacking glory, or at the sudden change.

He glanced at the
Damaji'ting,
but they were faceless, and he did not know which of them was Sharach. It mattered little; none of them showed the slightest reaction to his words.

'The men of Sharach are brave warriors,' he said. 'They accepted this assignment with pride. But the Sharach do not bring many warriors to
alagai'sharak.
Even if every man fought as two,' he glanced at Kevera, 'and they do, they do not have enough warriors to fully man an ambush point in the fourth.'

The Sharach
Damaji
nodded, and Jardir felt a surge of relief.

'So what did you do'' Amadeveram asked.

Jardir shrugged. 'The Sharum Ka gave an order, and we followed it.'

'Liar!' the Sharum Ka shouted. 'You left your post, you son of a camel's piss!'

The insult, one no man had dared utter since he had broken Hasik, struck Jardir hard. For a split second he considered leaping across the room and killing the man outright, even though it would likely earn him a quick death at the hands of the Andrah's guards. Instead he embraced the insult and it passed through him, leaving in its wake a cold, calm anger.

'We spent half the night in the tenth,' Jardir said, not even turning his head to acknowledge that the man had spoken. 'The Watchers saw no
alagai
in our layer, or the ninth, or the eighth. Still we waited.'

'Liar!' the Sharum Ka shouted again.

This time Jardir did turn to him. 'Were you there, First Warrior, to deny the truth of my words' Were you even in the Maze at all'' The Sharum Ka's eyes widened, then a look of rage came over him. The truth of the words struck harder than any blow could.

The Sharum Ka opened his mouth to retort, but there was a hiss from the Andrah. All eyes turned to the man.

'Peace, my friend,' the Andrah told the Sharum Ka. 'Let him tell his tale. You will have the last word.'

It struck Jardir then just how close these men were. Both had held their respective palaces for nearly four decades. Jardir had held some hope that the Andrah might still desire a strong Sharum Ka, but seeing his bloated form gave him grave doubts. If the Andrah himself had forgotten the warrior way, could he condemn his loyal Sharum Ka for the same offense'

'There was a horn call for aid,' Jardir said. 'Since we were unengaged, I scaled the wall to see if we could answer it. But the call came from the fourth layer, and many battles raged in between them and our position. I was about to descend back into the Maze when the Watcher I sent returned with news that the Sharach were being overrun, and would soon pass from this world.'

He paused. 'All
dal'Sharum
expect to die in the Maze. A dozen warriors, two dozen, even a hundred in a night, what does it matter when we do Everam's work'

'Yet there is a difference between losing men and losing a tribe. What honor would I have if I stood idly by''

'You said yourself the way was blocked,' Amadeveram noted.

Jardir nodded. 'But my Watcher made it there, and I remember running the walltops with my men as
nie'Sharum.
I asked myself,
Is there anything a boy can do that a man cannot'
So we ran the walls, praying to Everam that we would be in time.'

'And what did you find when you arrived'' Amadeveram asked.

'Half the Sharach were down,' Jardir said. 'Perhaps a dozen remained, none without injury himself. They faced a like number of
alagai,
and with their pit revealed, the demons knew to avoid it.'

Again, Jardir looked to the Sharach
Damaji.
'The remaining men stood tall in the night. The blood of Sharach, who stood with the Shar'Dama Ka himself, runs strong in their veins.'

'And then'' the
Damaji
pressed.

'My men joined our Sharach brothers, and we routed the
alagai,
throwing them in the pit and showing them the sun.'

'It is said you slew several yourself,' Amadeveram said, pride evident in his voice, 'using
sharusahk
alone.'

'It was only two I sent to the pit that way,' Jardir said. He knew his wife was scowling behind her veil, but he did not care. He would not lie to his
Damaji,
or claim glory that was not rightfully his.

'Still, no small feat,' Amadeveram said. 'Sand demons have many times a man's strength.'

'My years in Sharik Hora taught me strength is relative,' Jardir replied, bowing.

'This makes him no less a traitor!' the Sharum Ka snarled.

'How did I betray'' Jardir asked.

'I gave an order!' the Sharum Ka cried.

'You gave a fool's order,' Jardir replied. 'You gave an order that wasted your best warriors while condemning the Sharach to destruction. And
still
I complied!'

The Majah
Damaji,
Aleverak, stepped forward. He was an ancient man, older even than Amadeveram. He was like a spear, stick-thin but tall and straight despite close to seventy years.

'The only traitor I see is you,' Aleverak snapped at the Sharum Ka. 'You are supposed to stand for all the
Sharum
in Krasia, but you would sacrifice the Sharach just to quell a rival!'

The Sharum Ka took a step toward the
Damaji,
but Aleverak did not back off, striding forward and assuming a
sharusahk
stance. Unlike Jardir, a mere
kai'Sharum,
a
Damaji
could challenge and kill a Sharum Ka, opening a succession.

'Enough!' the Andrah cried. 'Back to your places!' Both men complied, dropping their eyes in submission.

'I won't have you fighting in my throne room like'like''

'Men'' Inevera supplied.

Jardir almost choked at her audacity, but the Andrah merely scowled and did not reprimand her.

The Andrah sighed, looking very tired, and Jardir could see the weight of years upon him.
Everam grant I die young,
he prayed silently.

'I see no crime here,' the Andrah said at last. He looked pointedly at the Majah. 'On
either
side. The Sharum Ka gave orders as he should, and the
kai'Sharum
made a decision in the heat of battle.'

'He insulted me before my men!' the Sharum Ka cried. 'For that alone, I am within my rights to have him killed.'

'Your pardon, Sharum Ka, but that is not so,' Amadeveram said. 'His insult gives you the right to kill him yourself, not to have him killed by other men. If you had done so, the matter would be closed. May I ask why you did not''

There was a pause as the Sharum Ka groped for a response. Inevera nudged him gently.

Jardir glanced at her.
Have we not won'
his eyes asked, but hers were hard in response.

'Because he is a coward,' Jardir announced. 'Not strong enough to defend the white turban, he hides in his palace and sends others to fight on his behalf, waiting for death to find him like a
khaffit
instead of seeking it in the Maze like a
Sharum.
'

The Sharum Ka's eyes bulged, and veins stood sharply on his face and neck as he gnashed his teeth. Jardir tensed, expecting the man to leap upon him. In his mind's eye, he imagined all the ways he might kill the old man.

But there was no need, for the Sharum Ka gripped his chest and fell to the floor, twitching and foaming at the mouth before lying still.