The Rage of Dragons

by Evan Winter

  Odili’s group went up, past the battlegrounds and into the Fist itself. It was well past the middle of the night and Tau couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The feeling increased when he saw movement higher up the climb. It was a person, weaving between the larger rocks.

  At first, Tau thought the group he was following must have a scout up there. That made no sense, though. How had the scout gotten so far ahead? And the scout seemed to be watching down the climb, toward Odili’s group, instead of watching up and guarding against others.

  Tau picked up the pace, getting ahead of Odili’s group and closer to where he’d last seen the scout. He did his best to be quiet. He could climb well enough but was no ranger, and if discovered, he was dead.

  He clambered over a large rock and was about to work his way over its even bigger brother when he heard his quarry send a loose stone skittering. She cursed to herself and Tau froze. He’d not been able to understand her words.

  He swung his head in the direction of her voice and, unable to believe his eyes, slid behind a large rock, hiding. He heard more voices, these ones on their way up the mountain. These he could understand, since they were speaking Empiric.

  Odili’s group had arrived and were walking into the clearing below the rock behind which Tau hid. The clearing rose to a crest and the group were entering it from its lowest point. Unlike Tau, they couldn’t see over the rise. Unlike Tau, they couldn’t see the hedeni scout and the rest of her raiding party.

  ABOMINATION

  Tau’s heart hammered. He had to warn Jayyed. By the Goddess, he’d have to warn Odili. He swore under his breath. Even if he saved all their lives, they’d hang him for being here. Time was short, the hedeni were a few steps from view, and their party was larger than Odili’s. Odili had Gifted and Ingonyama. That made some difference, though not enough if the group was ambushed. Tau made his decision and began to draw bronze; he’d take out the scout first.

  “We are here,” shouted Abshir Okar, the queen’s champion, as Tau’s swords were halfway from their scabbards.

  “You are here,” came the response from the man at the front of the hedeni raiding party, in broken Empiric.

  Tau held, hoping the scout had not heard his bronze whisper against his scabbards. All was quiet beyond the large rock where she hid. A good sign. Tau checked the clearing. Kellan’s uncle had stepped into its center.

  “We have come in good faith,” Champion Okar said.

  It seemed the hedeni were expected.

  “We shall see,” the hedeni man replied, stepping into the clearing as well.

  Tau started. It was the burned man who had led the raid at Daba.

  “Warlord Achak,” Champion Okar said.

  “I see you, champion of the Fire-Demon Queen,” Achak said, as a few members of his party crested the rise.

  Warlord Achak, as Abshir named the burned man, had more than sixty warriors that Tau could see. The fighters were mixed, women and men. Most carried cruel-looking spears, their shafts tipped with jagged bronze.

  Abshir stopped a few strides from the clearing’s center. Achak did the same on his side. The hedeni warlord wore leathers, but unlike the Indlovu’s, it held no bronze plate for protection. He had no helmet and held his spear well, a fighter.

  “My queen accepts the terms, the timeline,” said Abshir loud enough for the warlord, his party, the Ingonyama, and the Gifted to hear. “She will gather our military leadership to arrange for a drawing down of our forces. We will have peace with the Xiddeen.”

  Tau had been swallowing and almost choked on his spit.

  The champion cleared his throat and continued. “As agreed, upon peace, Queen Tsiora will proclaim Kana, son of Warlord Achak, to be the regent of the Xiddan Peninsula. He will share power with Queen Tsiora during the merging of the Omehi and Xiddeen.” The warlord nodded at this. “Once done, Queen Tsiora will swear fealty to the shul, who will counterswear, in the presence of his entire Conclave, to protect and care for all Chosen, all Omehi.”

  There was a pause, the warlord waiting for more.

  “With peace secured and Chosen safety promised,” Champion Abshir said, “the Guardians will leave Xidda.”

  Tau sat back on his haunches, leaning against the rock behind him for support.

  The warlord spoke, his accent and warped Empiric difficult to understand. “The greatest Conclave in memory has gathered. All Xiddeen stand together to see peace done or enemies destroyed. You, in small valley, cannot count the people, more than the sands that touch the endless water, who stand against you.”

  Abshir did not react. Tau imagined he’d expected a speech of this sort.

  “Heed,” the warlord continued, his voice rumbling like falling stones, “the fire demons must leave. There can be no peace without this.”

  It took Tau a breath to understand that the burned man was using the Empiric word for demons to describe the dragons.

  Abshir Okar had something else on his mind. “The queen requires proof of your claims.”

  The warlord signaled behind him and, on cue, a skinny hedeni came forward. The skinny man was with a warrior. The warrior was male, well built, and just a head shorter than an Omehi Noble. He looked familiar, resembling the warlord, but with no burns, fewer curse scars, and much younger.

  It was Kana, the warlord’s son, and Tau had seen him at Daba too, when he’d captured the Gifted there. The same Gifted he now led, bound and blindfolded, into the clearing.

  Tau’s stomach turned when he saw her, and he had to stop himself from rushing the clearing. The Gifted had been tortured. She was missing a hand, she dragged one leg behind her, and when the blindfold was removed, Tau saw that one of her eyes had been burned away. Her hair was dirty, knotted, and she was hunched in a way that told him it was more than fear that kept her back bowed. Tau thought back over the past cycle since he’d seen her at Daba. He thought over all that had happened to him, in the many days, and realized that her days had been worse. He had suffered in Isihogo, but when he was cast out, so was the pain. She lived with hers, constantly.

  “You filthy hedeni nceku,” cursed the KaEid at the warlord, coming forward into the clearing as she did. “The Goddess’s curse is too little!”

  Achak’s back stiffened, the burned side of his face quivering. “Leash the demon whore,” he said to Abshir.

  The KaEid took another step. “You believe any man could hold me? You believe yourself safe?” Abshir placed a hand, palm out, toward the KaEid, asking for calm. She took no notice, closing in on the warlord, about to cross the clearing’s center.

  Kana, the warlord’s son, had a spear in his hand, and several of the Xiddeen warriors moved forward. Achak himself showed no signs of worry. He was waiting. Waiting, Tau knew from experience, for an excuse to do violence.

  “Taia,” Guardian Councillor Abasi Odili said to the KaEid, “this is not the place or time.”

  Abasi was chairman of the Guardian Council, and Tau had limited knowledge of military politics, but he knew Odili could not command the KaEid. And yet, she heeded his call for calm. She stopped advancing and turned her gaze to the tortured Gifted, her face softening. In reaction, the warlord’s son lowered his spear, and the other fighters who had come into the clearing slipped back to their places.

  “Champion,” said the warlord, “I have your proof. You will bear witness and take word to your young queen, telling the tale with a tongue cold with fear. And I would have your demon whores prove their worth as well.” The warlord flicked a hand at the tortured woman behind him. “This one has no more to give.”

  Then, his body still square to Abshir, still ready to draw down and fight, Tau noted, the warlord turned his head to his son and the skinny cursed man. He nodded at them.

  The skinny man, bare chested, with a body thin as a whip, jangled as he raised his hands, the large golden bangles on his wrists clattering. He pointed to the warlord’s son, Kana, and began chanting in the savage tongue. It took a breath, n
o more, and Kana began to change. His muscles multiplied and grew. The bones on his face thickened, hardening and protruding, stretching the skin that covered them to its limits. The skinny one began chanting louder, and Kana groaned as the enraging worked its twisting gift on his body. His spine went rod straight and Tau could swear he heard it creak as it stretched out, increasing his height by two or three handspans.

  The Omehi in the clearing shuffled back, but not from Kana. Omehi understood the nature of an enraged man. They moved away from the skinny savage who wielded the gift. He was the abomination.

  Abshir couldn’t contain his horror. It was writ large on the stoic Greater Noble’s face. The KaEid was in worse shape. She stared in disbelief, a child whose nightmares had stepped into the world.

  “The Goddess wept,” said one of the Ingonyama, intertwining his thumbs, fingers outstretched, making the dragon’s span. If the religious warding symbol had any power, it was not in evidence in the clearing. Kana’s transformation completed and he’d become monstrous. He towered over everyone else, his muscles bunching and rippling.

  Tau heard crying. It was the tortured Gifted.

  Achak spoke. “You see. We found a way back to nyumba ya mizimu. The Xiddeen can touch the spirit world again!”

  TERMS

  The KaEid could barely speak. “How many can—”

  “We can end you. You see that now,” the warlord said, speaking to Champion Abshir and over the KaEid. “Send us the one who will teach the magic that makes warriors kneel.”

  “What you have done violates natural law,” KaEid Oro said. Achak ignored her and the KaEid seethed. “Are you ready, hedeni?” she asked. “Are you prepared for what we bring?”

  The KaEid signaled one of her Gifted. The Gifted dropped her hood and entered the clearing, and Tau found himself looking at a familiar face. The woman, a little older than he was, resembled Jayyed. It was his daughter, Jamilah. It had to be.

  Tau looked away from her, finding Jayyed at the edge of the clearing. The sword master looked like he was being strangled, like he was close to running into the clearing after her. Jamilah’s hood had been up. He must not have known she was with the KaEid, and Jamilah had said nothing to the father she hadn’t seen in so many cycles.

  Jamilah, dressed in the black robes of the Gifted, stood next to the KaEid, and without ceremony or announcement, she raised her hands and blasted every hedeni that Tau could see in a tidal wave of enervation. All of them but the skinny Gifted man dropped like they’d been cut down.

  Then, in less time than it took to blink, Jamilah cut the wave. The skinny Gifted man, already half in Isihogo, was the only savage still on his feet. Even Kana, fully enraged, had gone down. The warlord, one knee in the mud, fought to get himself under control. He was furious.

  “We should kill you all,” he hissed.

  The KaEid readied herself. She wanted to fight as much as he did. Abshir stepped forward, throwing a hard look her way, before sinking to the earth in front of the warlord. They were both on the ground, both on their knees.

  “Peace is what has been asked of us. Peace,” Abshir said.

  The warlord, swaying, regained his feet. He looked like he might strike the champion. Abshir did not move away. He waited a breath, ceding power and dignity by staying down.

  “Queen’s Champion,” the warlord said, voice shaking. “Were I the shul, did I lead my people, I would feed this valley’s soil with the blood of every invader I could find.”

  The venom in the warlord’s words unsettled Abshir and he stood. “Will you honor the peace?”

  Tau saw it then. The warlord did not want it. He wanted to exterminate the Omehi. The meeting was not his idea.

  “The Xiddeen,” Warlord Achak told Abshir, “will uphold the terms.” He looked to the KaEid and Jayyed’s daughter. “We offer this because we are not evil.” He rolled his shoulders, shrugging away the last of Isihogo. “The shul wishes an end to the war. He wishes the fire demons, who poison our earth and throw the spirit world into turmoil, gone. He wishes for Xidda to be as it was.”

  Abshir inclined his head. “Let us do our leaders’ will, then.”

  Achak waved a hand at his shaman, who released the tortured Gifted and gave her a push. She stumbled and looked back at him, unsure if she could trust his intent.

  “Come, Nsia,” said the KaEid, her face filled with worry. “Come home.” Nsia didn’t move. “Come home, my child.”

  Nsia glanced once more at her captors and, as if she feared being stopped, limped as fast as she was able to the KaEid. She cried as she went, the sounds almost inhuman.

  When she got to the KaEid, she fell into her arms and Taia Oro held her. Her face was hidden by Nsia’s soiled hair, but Tau saw the powerful woman’s shoulders shaking. The KaEid was crying.

  Fixated on the Gifted women, Tau did not notice that Kana had crossed the clearing with Nsia.

  “The shul honors me,” Warlord Achak said, his tone sounding anything but. “He chose Kana to finalize terms with your queen. He chose my son to rule with her, over your people.” Achak spoke as if reciting an unpleasant but memorized lesson. “Sanctified by the gods, the shul has declared the peaceful joining of our people to be my firstborn son’s xanduva, his lifelong duty. My son joins your people in deed and blood. He will marry your queen.” Achak was breathing like he’d run a race. “May the gods bless their union.”

  The same Ingonyama as before made the dragon’s span at Achak’s blasphemous mention of gods. Champion Abshir Okar, face impassive, nodded at the warlord’s words. Jayyed looked aghast. He was focused on Jamilah and nothing else. The KaEid, holding Nsia as if to shield her from the world, eyed the hedeni with hate.

  Tau took it all in and couldn’t help but think that Hadith would have admired the Xiddeen shul. From the warlord’s words, it was clear that the shul’s power was not absolute. To make peace work, the hedeni ruler needed Achak on his side, but Achak wanted to eradicate the Chosen. To have his peace, the shul had made Achak need it too, and in so doing, he had turned an opponent into an ally.

  By arranging a marriage between Kana and Queen Tsiora, the shul had, in a single move, found a way to honor his warlord’s son, shame the Omehi by polluting their royal bloodline, and neuter Achak’s ability to oppose peace by committing Kana to its success.

  Abshir, certainly seeing this and more, was gracious. “All that has been offered has been accepted,” he said to Achak. “The shul will have his marriage and today you will have one of our most powerful Gifted. She will teach everything she can.”

  Hearing his words, Jayyed’s daughter made her way to the Xiddeen side of the clearing. Jayyed came after her.

  “Be still!” ordered Abshir, and the nearest Ingonyama grabbed Jayyed, stopping him.

  “We make peace, Jayyed,” Guardian Councillor Abasi Odili said, his lips curled, showing teeth. “Is this not what you wanted?”

  Jayyed, restrained by the Ingonyama and unable to go to his daughter, ran his eyes from person to person, seeking hope from any corner. Finding none, he turned to the source of his distress, calling to her. “Jamilah!”

  Jamilah kept walking.

  The warlord kept an eye on Jayyed but continued to play his part. “Hear me,” he said. “Your queen chooses to delay peace until the moon is full again. She says she must close these terms with her councils. The time will not come without cost.”

  Tau counted the days. Peace would come a quarter moon after the conclusion of the melee.

  “Understand that the attacks on your people, your villages, your warriors, will not end until peace is made,” the warlord said. “Peace waits on your queen, and every person who dies from this moment dies because of her delay.”

  “Jamilah!” Jayyed begged. “Jamilah!”

  Abasi Odili sneered. Jayyed was too distressed to notice. Jamilah had crossed the clearing. She stood next to the skinny Gifted man, who still had Nsia’s leash and other bonds in hand.

  “If we break your
defenses, there will be no peace and surrender will be rejected,” Achak said.

  Here was, Tau saw, Warlord Achak’s unhidden hope. Queen Tsiora’s need to deal with her Ruling Council, and the delay that caused, was one final opportunity for the warlord to kill them all. It had to be why the hedeni had been attacking in such strength for the past few moons.

  This was the shul’s concession to a powerful political opponent. For as long as peace was not confirmed, Achak could wage war, and if he conquered the Omehi, the Omehi would die.

  “Know this,” Achak said. “If harm comes to my son, there will be no peace, no surrender. We will drown you in blood for what you, your demon whores, and your fire demons have done to Xidda. We will—”

  “Jamilah!” shouted Jayyed.

  “Shut him up,” Councillor Abasi Odili said to the Ingonyama holding Jayyed.

  The Ingonyama raised a fist.

  “Leave him,” commanded Abshir.

  The Ingonyama withheld his blow but pushed Jayyed to his knees and kept him there.

  “KaEid Oro,” said Champion Abshir Okar.

  The KaEid raised her voice, addressing the warlord and the Gifted hedeni man. “Our Gifted, like Kana, is not to be harmed. She will cooperate.”

  “The demon whore will be well treated. So long as she will teach.”

  “She’ll teach you the full extent of our power,” the KaEid told Achak. “We’ll see what the hedeni learn.”

  The warlord smiled without mirth. “You still don’t understand what we are.” He turned away and walked out of the clearing. The skinny man blindfolded Jamilah, leashed her arms and neck, threw a sack over her head, and led her away. The rest of the Xiddeen vanished over the rise. Jayyed, still on his knees, moaned, putting his head in his hands.