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The Will of the Wanderer

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by Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman


  “Yes, Effendi!”

  “And here is my blossom with the flame-colored hair. See, Kiber, she wakes at the sound of my voice. Don’t be frightened, Blossom. Don’t scream. Gag her, Kiber. Cover her mouth. That’s right.”

  The trader drew forth a black jewel and held it over the three figures on the ground.

  “In the name of Zhakrin, God of Darkness and All That Is Evil, I command you all—sleep. . .”

  The trader waited a moment to make certain the spell had taken.

  “Very well, Kiber, you may proceed.”

  Turning, the trader walked away.

  Their task completed at last, the soldiers threw their burning brands into the numerous bonfires blazing around the camp. Springing onto the backs of their magical horses, they soared into the air, flying back to the west toward Kich. Kaug had long ago departed, bearing in his mighty hands the main body of the Amir’s troops, the Amir, and all those who had been taken captive.

  The desert night was alive with the sounds of death: the crackling of the flames; the wailing of an old woman; the groaning of the wounded; the snarls and vicious snaps of carrion eaters, fighting over the bodies.

  The survivors who could stand did what they could for those who could not, dragging the wounded back to the fires that would—at least—keep them warm during the chill night. Tribesman helped rival tribesman—shepherd carrying horseman in his arms, horseman dabbing cool water onto the parched lips of a shepherd. No one had strength enough to bury the dead. The bodies of the nomads were hauled near the fires, thwarting the jackals and hyenas, who howled their frustration and made do by feasting on the corpses of the Amir’s soldiers.

  Majiid, weary and wounded, looked at the bodies as each was brought in. He recognized here a friend, there a cousin, but never the one for whom he searched in vain. He questioned the men. Were there more dead out there? Had they found everyone? Were they certain?

  His men only shook their heads. They knew whom the Sheykh both longed and dreaded to find. They had not seen him. No, as far as they could tell, these were the only ones who had met their deaths.

  “But I have his sword!” Majiid cried, holding out Khardan’s notched and bloodstained weapon. “I found it on the ground beneath his fallen horse’“

  Averting their faces, the men looked away.

  “He would not let himself be captured’“ Majiid thundered. “He would not have surrendered his sword! You are blind fools! I will go look for myself!”

  Torch in hand, ignoring the pain of his wounds—and he had taken several—the Sheykh went to conduct his own search of the area around the Tel.

  The carrion eaters snarled at him for disrupting their feasting and slunk away, skulking about in the shadows until he and his fearsome fire had gone. Majiid grimly climbed among the rocks of the Tel, turning over the bodies of the soldiers and the dead horses, peering beneath them, dragging them to one side. Only when he grew too weak and dizzy from loss of blood to stand did he finally admit to himself that he would have to give up, at least for the night.

  Sinking to the sand, he looked back on the ruins of the camp, on the smoldering fires, the smoke curling into the starlit sky, the figures of his people—what remained of them—silhouetted against the flames, walking slowly with bowed heads.

  Tears came to Majiid’s fierce old eyes. Snorting, he fought them back, but the fires blurred in his vision, the bleak hopelessness of despair overcame him. Refusing to give way to such womanly weakness, the old man struggled to rise to his feet. His hand brushed across a cactus, growing in the blood-covered ground.

  “Curse you, Akhran!” the old man swore viciously.

  “You have brought us to ruin!”

  Grasping the cactus, oblivious to the thorns that gouged his flesh, Majiid took hold of the Rose of the Prophet and tried to drag it out of the sandy soil.

  The cactus didn’t budge.

  Time and again Majiid tugged at it, drove his foot into it, hacked at it with his sword.

  Stubbornly the cactus refused to yield.

  Majiid sank, exhausted, to the ground and stared at the Rose in wonder until the coming of the dawn.

  Glossary

  agal: the cord used to bind the headcloth in place

  aksakal: white beard, village elder

  Amir: king

  Andak: Stop! Halt!

  ariq: canal

  arwat: an inn

  aseur: after sunset

  baigha: a wild game played on horseback in which the “ball” is the carcass of a sheep

  bairaq: a tribal flag or banner

  Bali: Yes!

  Bashi: boss

  bassourab: the hooped camel-tent in which women trave

  batir: thief, particularly horse or cattle thief (One scholar suggests that this could be a corruption of the Turkish word “bahadur” which means “hero.”)

  berkouks: pellets of sweetened rice

  Bilhana: Wishing you joy!

  Bilshifa: Wishing you health!

  burnouse: A cloaklike garment with a hood attached

  Calif: prince

  caftan: a long gown with sleeves, usually made of silk

  chador: women’s robes

  chirak: lamp

  couscous: a lamb stuffed with almonds and raisins and roasted whole

  delhan: a monster who eats the flesh of shipwrecked sailors

  dhough: ship

  divan: the council-chamber of a head of state

  djinn: beings who dwell in the middle world between humans and the Gods

  djinniyeh: female djinn

  djemel: baggage camel

  dohar: midafternoon

  dutar: two-stringed guitar

  Effendi: title of quality

  ‘efreet: a powerful spirit

  Emshi besselema: a farewell salutation

  eucha: suppertime

  eulam: post meridian

  fantasia: an exhibition of horsemanship and weapons skills

  fatta: a dish of eggs and carrots

  fedjeur: before sunrise

  feisha: an amulet or charm

  ghaddar: a monster who lures men and tortures them to death

  ghul: a monster that feeds on human flesh. Ghuls may take any human form, but they can always be

  distinguished by their tracks, which are the cloven hooves of an ass

  girba: a waterskin; four usually carried on each camel of a caravan

  goum: a light horseman

  haik: the combined head cloth and face mask worn in the desert

  harem: “the forbidden,” the wives and concubines of a man or the dwelling places allotted to them

  hauz: artificial pond

  Hazrat: holy

  henna: a thorn-shrub and the reddish stain made from it

  houri: a beautiful and seductive woman

  Imam: priest

  jihad: holy war

  kafir: unbeliever

  Kasbah: a fortress or castle

  kavir: salt desert

  khurjin: saddlebags

  kohl: a preparation of soot used by women to darken their eyes

  madrasah: a holy place of learning

  Makhol: Right! (exclamation)

  mamaluks: originally white slaves; warriors

  marabout: a holy man

  mehara: a highly bred racing camel

  mehari: a plural of mehara

  mehariste: a rider of a mehara

  mogreb: nightfall

  nesnas: a legendary, fearsome monster that takes the form of a man divided in half vertically, with half a face, one arm, one leg, and so on

  palanquin: a curtained litter on poles, carried by hand

  pantalons: loose, billowing pants worn by men

  paranja: a woman’s loose dress

  pasha: title of rank

  qarakurt: “black worm,” a large species of deadly spider

  quaita: a reed instrument

  qumiz: fermented mare’s milk

  rabat-bashi: innkeeper

  saks
ul: a tree that grows in the desert

  salaam: an obeisance, a low bow with the hand on the forehead

  salaam aleikum!: Greeting to you

  saluka: a swift hunting dog

  satsol: a desert-growing tree

  seraglio: the quarters of the women of the harem

  Sheykh: the chief of a tribe or clan

  shir: lion

  shishlick: strips of meat grilled on a skewer

  sidi: lord, sir

  sirocco: the south wind, a windstorm from the south

  souk: marketplace, bazaar

  spahi: native cavalryman

  Sultan: king

  Sultana: wife of a Sultan, queen

  surnai: a traditional folk reed instrument, generally conical and made of wood

  tamarisk: a graceful evergreen shrub or small tree with feathery branches and minute scalelike leaves

  tambour: similar to a tambourine

  tel: a hill

  tuman: money

  wadi: river or stream

  wazir: an adviser to royalty

  yurt: semipermanent tent

  Table of Contents

  Introduction by Margaret Weis

  Foreword

  The Book of the Gods

  The Book of Akhran

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  The Book of Promenthas

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  The Book of the Immortals

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  The Book of Quar

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Glossary

 

 

 


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