The Desert Spear (72 page)

'Heathen, perhaps,' Jardir said, 'but these Northerners are not without power.'

'The men must be cowards worse than
khaffit,
to depend on women for their rescue,' Shanjat said. 'I would rather die on the field.'

'No,' Jardir said, 'the cowards are us, hiding here in the shadows while
chin
fight
alagai'sharak.
'

'They are our enemies,' Ashan said.

Jardir looked at him and shook his head. 'Perhaps by day, but all men are brothers in the night.' He put up his night veil and lifted his spear, giving a war cry as he charged into the fight.

There was a surprised hesitation in his men, and then they, too, roared and followed.

'Krasians!' Merrem the butcher's wife screamed, and Rojer looked up in surprise, seeing that she was right. Dozens of black-clad Krasian warriors were charging into the clearing, brandishing spears and whooping. His blood went cold, and the bow slipped from his fiddle.

A demon almost killed him in that moment, but Gared cut the arm that swiped at him clean off with his machete.

'Eyes on the demons!' Gared bellowed for all the Cutters to hear. 'Krasians ent gonna get a fight if we let the corelings do their work for 'em!'

But it quickly became apparent that the Krasians had no intention of attacking the Hollowers. Led by a man with a white turban and a warded spear that looked as if it was made entirely of polished silver, they fell upon the wood demons like a pack of wolves breaking into a chicken coop, killing with practiced efficiency.

The leader waded out alone into clusters of wood demons, but his fearlessness seemed justified, for he laid waste to them as easily as the Painted Man could have, his spear a blur and his limbs moving inhumanly fast.

The other warriors linked shields in fighting wedges, mowing demons like summer barley. One group was led by a man in a pristine white robe, a stark contrast with the black-clad warriors. The man in white held no weapons, but he strode through the battlefield confidently. A wood demon leapt at him and he stepped to the side, tripping it and shoving as it passed him by, driving it onto the spear of one of his warriors.

Another demon attacked him, but the man in white swung his torso left, then right, his feet never moving as he smoothly dodged the demon's clawed swipes. On its third swing, he caught its wrist and twisted, turning its own attack against it and flipping it over onto its back where a warrior casually skewered it.

Rojer and the others had assumed the scouring would take all night, and planned for reserves of fighters to be brought in as needed and much of Leesha's flamework used.

With the Krasians fighting, the battle was over in minutes.

Krasian and greenlander alike stood frozen when the last demon fell, staring at one another in shock. All continued to clutch their weapons, as if unsure the time for battle was past, but none dared make the first move, waiting for word from their leaders.

'The
chin
watch us with one eye,' Jardir said to Ashan.

Ashan nodded. 'The other eye looks to the giant and the red-haired
khaffit
boy who made the
alagai
run in terror.'

'They stand as frozen as the others,' Jardir noted.

'Not the true leaders, then,' Ashan guessed. '
Kai'Sharum,
or the heathen equivalent. The giant might even be their Sharum Ka.'

'Men still worthy of respect, then,' Jardir said. 'Come.'

He strode over to the two, slipping his spear into his shoulder harness and showing his hands to indicate he meant no harm. When he stood before the men, he dipped a polite bow.

'I am Ahmann, son of Hoshkamin, of the line of Jardir, son of Kaji,' he said in perfect Thesan, seeing the men's eyes flare in recognition. 'This is Damaji Ashan.' He gestured to Ashan, who imitated his shallow bow.

'Honored,' Ashan said.

The two greenlanders looked at each other curiously. Finally, the red-haired boy shrugged, and the giant relaxed. Jardir realized with surprise that the boy was dominant.

'Rojer, son of Jessum, of the Inns of Riverbridge,' the red-haired boy said, sweeping back his multicolored cloak. He set one leg forward and the other back, lowering himself in some sort of greenland bow.

'Gared Cutter,' the giant said. 'Er'son of Steave.' He was even less civilized, stepping forward and sticking out his hand so quickly Jardir almost caught his wrist and broke his arm. It was only at the last moment that he realized the giant merely wanted to clasp hands in greeting. He squeezed hard, perhaps in some primitive test of manhood, and Jardir returned the pressure until both men felt their bones grinding together. The giant gave him an extra nod of respect when they finally broke apart.

'Shar'Dama Ka, more
chin
approach,' Ashan said in Krasian. 'One of their heretic clerics and the heathen healer.'

'I've no wish to antagonize these people, Ashan,' Jardir said. 'Heathens or no, we will respect them as if they were
dama
and
dama'ting
.'

'Shall I wash the feet of their
khaffit,
as well'' Ashan asked, disgusted.

'If I command it,' Jardir replied, bowing deeply to the new arrivals. The red-haired boy stepped in smoothly to facilitate introductions. Jardir met the Holy Man, bowed, and forgot his name instantly, turning to the woman.

'Mistress Leesha Paper,' Rojer introduced, 'Herb Gatherer of Deliverer's Hollow.' Leesha spread her skirts and dipped low, and Jardir found himself unable to take his eyes from her displayed cleavage until she rose. She looked him boldly in the eyes, and he was shocked to find hers were blue like the sky.

On impulse, Jardir took her hand and kissed it. He knew it was bold, especially among strangers, but Everam favored the bold, it was said. Leesha gasped at the move, and her pale cheeks reddened slightly. If it was possible, she became even more beautiful in that moment.

'Thank you for your assistance,' Leesha said, nodding her head at the hundreds of
alagai
corpses in the clearing.

'All men are as brothers in the night,' Jardir said, bowing. 'We stand united.'

Leesha nodded. 'And during the day''

'It seems the Northern women do more than just fight,' Ashan murmured in Krasian.

Jardir smiled. 'I believe all people should stand united in the day, as well.'

Leesha's eyes narrowed. 'United under you''

Jardir felt Ashan and the greenland men tense. It was as if no one else on the scene mattered. Only they two would determine if the black demon ichor on the field of battle would soon be covered with red human blood.

But Jardir had no fear of that, feeling as if this meeting was destined long ago. He spread his hands helplessly. 'If it is Everam's will, perhaps someday.' He bowed again.

The corner of Leesha's mouth quirked in a smile. 'You're honest, at least. Perhaps it's best, then, that the night is young. Will you and your councilors share tea with us''

'We would be honored,' Jardir said. 'May my warriors pitch horses and tents in this clearing while they wait''

'At the far end,' Leesha said. 'We have work yet to do on this side.'

Jardir looked at her curiously, and then noted the greenlanders who had come out after the battle was complete. These were smaller, weaker men than the axe-wielding warriors, and they began gathering glittering objects off the battlefield.

'What are they about'' he asked, more to hear her voice again than because he actually cared what the Northern
khaffit
were doing.

Leesha looked to the side, then bent to retrieve a stoppered glass bottle, which she handed to Jardir. It was an elegant blow of glass, beautiful in its simplicity.

'Smash it with the butt of your spear,' she said.

Jardir's brow furrowed at that, not understanding the significance of destroying something so beautiful. Perhaps it was some sort of friendship ritual. He pulled free the Spear of Kaji and complied with her request, but the butt of the spear ricocheted off the bottle with a clang, leaving the glass intact.

'Everam's beard,' Jardir murmured. He tried repeatedly to smash the bottle, but failed every time. 'Incredible.'

'Painted glass,' Leesha said, picking the bottle back up and giving it to him.

'A princely gift,' Ashan noted in Krasian. 'They are respectful, at least.' Jardir nodded.

'Our peoples could learn much from each other, if we kept peace by day as well as night,' Leesha said.

'I agree,' Jardir said, staring into her eyes. 'Let us discuss that, among other things, at our tea.'

'Did you see his crown'' Leesha asked.

Rojer nodded. 'And his metal spear. He's the one Marick and the Painted Man were talking about.'

'Obviously,' Leesha said. 'I meant the crown itself. The Painted Man has the same wards on his own forehead.'

'Really'' Rojer asked in surprise.

Leesha nodded, dropping her voice for only him to hear. 'I don't think Arlen told us everything he knows about that man.'

'Can't believe you invited him to tea,' Wonda said.

'Should I have spat in his eye instead'' Leesha asked.

Wonda nodded. 'Or had me shoot him. He's killed half the men in Rizon, and had his men force themselves on every flowered woman in the duchy!'

Wonda stopped short, then turned to Leesha suddenly, leaning in close. 'You're going to drug him, aren't you'' she asked, her eyes glittering. 'Take him and his men prisoner''

'I'm going to do no such thing,' Leesha said. 'Everything we know about that man is hearsay. All we know for sure is that he and his men helped us fight off two hundred wood demons. He's our guest until his actions show he should be treated otherwise.'

'Not to mention that kidnapping their Deliverer is the surest way under the sun to bring the Krasian army straight down on the Hollow,' Rojer added.

'There's that, as well,' Leesha agreed. 'Ask Smitt to clear his taproom, and summon the town council. Let everyone see and judge this supposed demon of the desert for themselves.'

'He's not what I expected, at all,' Tender Jona said.

'Polite, like,' Gared agreed. 'All falsefaced, like the servants in the duke's palace.'

'It's called manners, Gared,' Leesha said. 'You and the other men could use a few lessons in them yourselves.'

'He has a point,' Rojer said. 'I expected a monster, not some royal smiling through his oiled beard.'

'I know what you mean,' Leesha said. 'I certainly didn't expect him to be so handsome.'

Jona, Rojer, and Gared all stopped short. Leesha walked several more steps before she noticed they were not keeping pace. She looked back to find the men staring at her. Even Wonda had a surprised look on her face.

'What'' she asked.

'We 're just going to pretend you didn't say that,' Rojer said after a moment. He resumed walking, the others following his lead. Leesha shook her head and followed.

'These greenlanders are worse than we thought,' Ashan said as they walked back to join the other men. 'I cannot believe they take orders from a woman!'

'But what a woman!' Jardir exclaimed. 'Powerful and exotic and beautiful as the dawn.'

'She dresses like a harlot,' Ashan said. 'You should have killed her simply for daring to meet your eyes.'

Jardir hissed and waved the thought away. 'It is death to kill a
dama'ting.
'

'Your pardon, Shar'Dama Ka, but she is
not
a
dama'ting,
' Ashan said. 'She is a heathen. All these greenlanders are infidel, praying to a false god.'

Jardir shook his head. 'They follow Everam whether they know it or not. There are only two Divine Laws in the Evejah: Worship one god, and dance
alagai'sharak.
Beyond that, every tribe is entitled to their own customs. Perhaps these greenlanders are not so different from us. Perhaps their customs are simply foreign to us.'

Ashan opened his mouth to protest, but a look from Jardir made it clear the discussion was over. Ashan's mouth snapped shut, and he bowed. 'Of course, if the Shar'Dama Ka says it, it must be so.'

'Go and tell the
dal'Sharum
to make camp,' Jardir ordered. 'You, Hasik, Shanjat, and Abban will join me for their tea.'

'We 're bringing the
khaffit
'' Ashan scowled. 'He is not worthy to take tea with men.'

'He is more fluent in their tongue than you are, my friend,' Jardir said, 'and Hasik and Shanjat barely have a handful of greenland words between them. This is the very reason I chose to bring him. He will prove invaluable at this meeting.'

It seemed the whole town had gathered around Smitt's Tavern by the time the Krasians arrived. Leesha let only the town council and their spouses attend, but coupled with Smitt's small army of children and grandchildren who were setting and serving, they outnumbered the Krasians greatly.

The crowd rumbled ominously as Jardir walked to the tavern. 'Go back to the sand!' someone shouted, and many voices grunted in agreement.

If the Krasians were bothered at all, they gave no sign. They strutted through the crowd with their heads held high, unafraid. Only one, a rotund man clad in bright colors and limping on a cane, looked at the Hollowers warily as he passed. Leesha stood by the door, ready to rush out if the crowd turned ugly.