The Warrior's Tale

by Allan Cole, Chris Bunch

  'Look, Rali!' he hissed. 'Do you see the tree that bore that fruit?' I shook my head, forgetting his condition once again. 'The tree, Rali,' he pressed. 'Think of that tree.' Suddenly, I saw it, saw it floating in the water, saw the odd-shaped limbs, the blossoms, and the long, trumpet-like leaves. 'Look deeper, Rali,' Gamelan said. 'Deeper, still!' I tried with all my might. A door opened in my mind and a light flickered on and I saw the leaves move. They became tongues and the tongues began to speak: '... words beget fools. Hear thy brother, hear thy sister, hear the stranger on the darkest night.'

  The spell, for that was what it was, took a grip on me, harder than even Gamelan's grasp. My head swirled, fear quickened my heart, and with a great effort I pulled away to find myself gasping as if I'd just risen from a great depth. A humourless smile peered through Gamelan's white beard. 'You can talk to him now,' he said.

  He took the gourd from my hand and drank. I saw him pass the gourd to Polillo and the others for them to drink as well.

  Numb, I turned to the chieftain, who'd grown silent during the quiet struggle between Gamelan and me. He looked up at me, interest in his eyes, as if he sensed a bit of what had been going on.

  'I am Captain Antero of Orissa, My Lord,' I tried.

  The chiefs eyes widened, and I could see he understood. 'You are in command?' he asked, barely hiding amazement.

  'Yes. I command, here. And I speak for all when I tell you that we come with peaceful purpose. We come as friends.'

  The chieftain laughed. 'I already have friends,' he said. 'Why should I want more?'

  'Come aboard and meet us, My Lord,' I said. 'You'll see at once that we can be good friends to add to the others.'

  I didn't think he'd agree, at least not immediately. To my surprise, he called to his men to wait and leaped for the side. In a moment, he was pacing the deck, looking all the taller from so much naked, painted skin. His outward appearance was as barbaric as any I'd ever seen. He wore his hair in plaited ropes, each daubed with a different colour, each decorated with rough gems, odd, gold figurines, and bits of ivory, feathers and beads. The body of a great, taloned lizard was painted on his chest. It coiled about his neck and emerged at his right cheek, its mouth open and angry, hissing flames that were actually his braided, red-painted beard. A naked woman curled up his right thigh, a beautiful boy, his left; each had their hands outstretched as if to enclose his sex pouch, which bulged with virile muscle. He stopped in front of me, and looked me up and down. Despite his barbaric appearance, I saw cold intelligence in his eyes. I stared back, refusing to be cowed by his heavy male posturing.

  He frowned, then rapped his staff against the deck, ‘I am Keehat,' he said. 'I am King.'

  'We are honoured, King Keehat,' I replied, careful to mix authority along with my respect. 'But you must forgive our ignorance, for we are strangers here. What is the name of your realm?'

  'These are the Isles of Lonquin,' he said. He looked about our galley, then peered beyond us at the others. 'The shaman didn't tell me you would have such fine ships.' His eyes glittered with greed.

  'You knew we were coming?' It was not possible to mask my surprise.

  'I knew,' he replied, grimly. 'All of us knew.'

  'Then I hope you will welcome us,' I said, not daring to question more. 'We have rich gifts to please a king. All we ask is to buy a little food, some water, and perhaps a small area to beach and repair our galleys. I'm certain your shaman told you we do not intrude upon you by choice, Your Highness. We are victims of the sea, and want only to return to our homes as quickly as possible.'

  He ignored this, saying: 'You are from the other side of the reef?'

  'Yes, Your Highness. And we planned to go no farther, but the sea lifted us up and carried us across.'

  'You were unlucky,' Keehat said.

  'Yes,' I said. 'Unlucky.'

  ‘We are a lucky people,' the King said. 'At least we were until a few days past. Then, the sea gods grew angry and cursed us. They sent large waves that burst upon our shores. Villages were lost. Fields were destroyed. And now many of our children have no fathers and no mothers, and many of our fathers and mothers no longer have children.'

  'Then we are kin to the same misfortune, Your Highness,' I said. 'For we have lost loved ones and comrades as well.'

  King Keehat only stared at me. His face was expressionless, but I did not sense welcome. Then he said: 'The shaman claims you are the cause of our bad luck.'

  'That can't be,' I said. 'We are also normally a lucky people. If truth be known, when the sea struck us, we had only just defeated a terrible enemy in a battle so great that only those favoured by the gods could survive, much less win.'

  The King glanced at the galleys and saw the scars of battle. 'Perhaps so,' he said at last. 'My shaman was also ignorant of the quality of your ships. But he's young, and before I had his father killed, he promised his son would serve me ably.'

  I did not answer - there was none called for - but only bowed to show respect.

  'Where is your shaman?' the King asked.

  I pointed to Gamelan. 'Here is our wizard. In our land he is the master of all our Evocators, and a very wise, and powerful man.'

  Gamelan stepped forward to greet him, but he seemed to lose his footing and stumble, he caught himself on Keehat's staff. The King snatched it away, insulted. As he did so, I saw Gamelan clutch a feather, which ripped free. He hid it in his robes, then bowed in the wrong direction.

  'My apologies, Your Highness,' he said, his eyes wide and blank and staring. 'My wounds have made me clumsy.'

  Keehat's anger turned to disgust. 'More bad luck,' he scoffed. 'Your wizard is plainly blind.'

  'And yours is too young, My Lord,' I said. 'Both conditions are temporary, so we meet on equal ground.'

  'Not so equal,' he said, 'it is you who beg my charity.'

  'Perhaps you misunderstood, Your Highness,' I said. 'We do not ask charity. We have offered to pay for whatever kindness you offer.'

  Keehat was silent. He was clearly taking our measure. As he thought, he scratched the bulging pouch.

  After a moment, he nodded: 'We'll see,' he said. Then: 'Wait. I must confer with my advisors.'

  He whirled and plunged into the sea. He tossed his phallic staff to one of his men, and he hoisted himself into the canoe with little effort, and much grace. The war canoe shot back to join the others.

  I heard Stryker call to me: 'The admiral is signalling us for instructions, Captain.'

  I studied the line of canoes, trying to read Keehat's intent. My gut squirmed with worms of suspicion. Was Keehat conferring with his men as he'd said? Or was he giving them orders for battle? He didn't seem the type of leader who confers with anyone but himself. But was he willing to risk a fight to revenge his kingdom for the misfortune he imagined we had brought? Probably not. But what of his plain desire to have our galleys for himself?

  Herons cried from among the reeds to the west. I saw one pair circling a clump of rushes, diving close and then away, hooting threats, as if something were after its nest.

  'We'll have to fight,' I told Corais.

  Then I shouted to Stryker: 'Signal the admiral. He is to withdraw at once. We'll guard the rear.'

  No sooner had the flags been hoisted than I heard the high-pitched wail of a thousand voices crying for battle. The canoes speared towards us, King Keehat's war canoe in front.

  'To the west, Captain,' Polillo shouted, and as I feared, a score or more enemy craft skimmed out of hiding to flank us.

  A black cloud of arrows lifted from Keehat's group, but the range was too great and only a few fell among us, and none struck their mark. We came about and pulled hard away, the rowing master's drum pounding for full speed. But fast as our galleys were, the canoes were faster and they were quickly closing the gap. There were hard bumps all along the side as the first of the flanking party reached us.

  'Repel boarders,' I shouted and Polillo leaped forward with a squad of pikewomen.

  O
ne man was already coming over the side, but Polillo got to him first, her axe swinging down, severing his fingers and he fell away with a terrible scream. There were more cries of pain as her pikewomen thrust and clubbed away.

  I sent archers to the rail just as the second swarm of arrows struck. Once again, none of us fell, and I had the satisfaction of seeing our own shafts plunge into Keehat's forces. At least nine were hit, one fatally. Ismet led a group of slingwomen back to the quarterdeck and a hail of lead stones smashed among our attackers. The galley shuddered as we ground across a sandbar and I stumbled. When I came up we'd broken out of the bay, but the canoes were all around us and men were swarming over the sides, swinging swords and clubs. I had time to see that Cholla Yi and the other galleys were speeding for the open sea, then I drew my sword and plunged into the fight. I cut my way to Polillo's side, then together we charged a knot of boarders, Polillo bellowing her war cry. Her axe swept a man away from my back, and I parried a sword thrust, then cut back to spill its owner's guts, spun left to hack another man down, then right to catch an attacker under his chin, then left again to kick one man in the groin and thrust my sword into another's chest. Blood sprayed to blind me, and I cut by instinct until I could clear my sight. I saw Gamelan with a heavy staff, swinging wildly all around him, clubbing anyone who came into his reach. Not far from him one of the oarsmen swung his own monstrous club with deadly effect. Polillo hooted laughter as bloodlust overcame her and she ploughed into half a dozen naked swordsmen. She left them flopping on the deck, with severed limbs and burst skulls.

  Then a stiff breeze caught our sails and the galley surged forward. In a few minutes we were clear, chopping down the last of our attackers and hurling their dead and wounded over the side.

  I ran back to the helmsman's post and saw the war canoes falling behind us. In the prow of one I could make out Keehat, shaking his staff and urging his men on. There seemed to be hundreds of canoes, with hundreds more pouring out of the bay. Keehat was not going to give up merely because we were outpacing him.

  I exchanged hasty signals with Cholla Yi. The wind was pressing us west, but we feared to divert too much from our search for a southern route around the reef. Cholla Yi attempted a feint. We sped west, putting as much distance between us and the war canoes as we could, then tried a dash south, but as soon as we neared one of the islands, a huge group of war canoes leapt out at us, forcing us west again. Again and again, we attempted the same ruse, but each time we were turned back.

  I could sense Keehat's shamans were magically passing the word from island to island, giving each tribe a chance to ready themselves to attack us.

  As we pushed past one island we entered a sea of debris. Coundess trees, timbers, and entire houses bobbed in the current. There were bloated corpses everywhere, farm animals, wild creatures and hundreds of people - men, women and children. It was the aftermath of the great seaquake that had nearly destroyed us, and wrecked much of Keehat's kingdom. The devastation was an awful answer to any fool who might ask why the King hated us, and why he would go to any lengths to revenge his kingdom.

  As we tried to pick our way through the horror, one of the damaged galleys was hulled by a log lurking just beneath the surface of the water. As it sank, we hauled the crew off. But we weren't quick enough, because the war canoes were on us again, dodging easily through the flotsam. Once again, we were showered with arrows. Once again, a galley was boarded. It was one of the damaged ships, and it was not so lucky as we had been - none of my women were aboard to fight off the attackers.

  We heard the sailors' screams for mercy, but couldn't stop to help as we eluded Keehat's hordes and fought our way out of the trap.

  After we had made good our escape, I wearily called for Stryker. I told him to signal Cholla Yi and the rest of the fleet. As I spoke I could see Keehat and his forces churning steadily along in our wake. Another group was spearing off to one side in case we attempted another dash south.

  We had only one choice: flee west into the open sea, and deeper into the unknown.

  King Keehat pursued us as relentlessly as we had hunted the Archon. For a week we drove onward, sailing, or rowing as fast and as hard as we could. But, as soon as we slowed, or came to a stop to rest, or to fish to restore our rapidly dwindling supplies, the war canoes would appear on the horizon. The weather was inconsistent, alternating between foggy calms and sudden squalls, so we could never depend on wind-driven speed to carry us far enough and long enough to shake him. Once we thought we had, after nearly two days of non-stop rowing and sailing. We anchored late the second night in a dead calm, too exhausted to go on, but fairly certain we'd escaped. We awoke the next morning as his canoes burst out of a fog bank, with Keehat bellowing for our blood. We barely got away in time; even then, one galley was within bowshot and several rowers were killed by the King's strongest archers.

  Finally, I had enough. I was tired of running, tired of the dark looks my Guardswomen were giving me - all our training and tradition was to confront, not to retreat - and tired of feeling like a small fish trembling in fear of a larger one. Besides, the farther we got from the volcano-reefs, the more certain we were of becoming hopelessly lost.

  I called a meeting: my staff, Cholla Yi and his, and Gamelan. I opened by asking the wizard how he thought Keehat had managed to stay at our heels so long, without ever seeming to tire.

  'Is it his shaman?' I asked. 'Has he cast some spell to continuously replenish their strength?'

  Gamelan shook his head. 'It is not magic,' he said. 'Spells for such things sap a wizard's powers. They only work so long as the magician is fresh.'

  'Then, what is it?'

  'I suspect it is the milk of those gourds we found,' Gamelan said. 'Even a small sip, if you recall, seems to stoke the furnaces of both body and mind.'

  I did, indeed. We had shared all we had got from the floating tree. Reluctantly, still wanting little of magic, I'd duplicated the speaking spell, so that at least some of the others could understand and communicate with any people we might encounter in these waters. And even with so little for each to drink, everyone had remarked how giddy and ... well they'd felt.

  'I'm certain that with a good supply of that wondrous fruit, the King and his men can keep up this pace,' Gamelan continued. 'It also has the side benefit of staving off hunger pangs, so their canoes will be burdened only with their weapons, and water. They can easily keep their bellies from feeling pinched with a little fishing on the run.'

  'This is stupid,' Polillo growled. 'I say we stand and fight. There can't be more than a few thousand of them.'

  Corais had a similar view, although much cooler and reasoned: 'We can play the fog trick on them,' she said. 'We can charge out, pick off as many as we can, then slip away again. It won't be long before he shouts "enough!"'

  'It'd never work,' Phocas said. 'The men are too tired.'

  'Whiners,' Polillo snarled.

  'The smallest mistake could bring disaster,' the admiral said. 'There's too many of them.' 'Cowards,' was Polillo's reply.

  Phocas and the admiral's other men were angered by her taunts. 'You should be more careful with that mouth,' Phocas warned. Others growled their assent.

  Polillo bulled her head forward and made a wide, mirthless smile. She pointed at her mouth. 'There it is. Stop it from flapping, if you dare.'

  There were mutters, but no one was foolish enough to test her. Phocas turned away and pretended to be busy with some charts.

  I said: 'I think Legate Corais is onto something. We can fight them like direwolves against a herd of boar. We hide in the fog, leap out to harry them - hamstring a few if we're lucky - then back into hiding. There's other tricks ... like pretending that one of us is falling back, letting them close, then strike and run, strike and run, until he's sick of so many dying, or becomes so weak we can finish him off.'

  Cholla Yi shook his head. 'It's too risky. My men would refuse.'

  I raised an eyebrow. 'Aren't you their admiral? Who co
mmands -you or their livers?'

  Cholla Yi shrugged. 'I command, of course. But that'll end the moment the men lose faith in me.'

  His tone was so sanctimonious and oily I didn't believe a word he was saying.

  'My women are ready to fight,' I said.

  'By the gods, we are ready,' Polillo hissed. 'And if you put me alone with your men for a day, they'll be ready too. I'll put some steel in their spines, or they'll curse their mothers for bearing them.'

  Instead of taking offence, the admiral sighed. 'If you want my men to fight,' he said to me, 'you'll have to turn the expedition over to me. To be frank, they're tired of getting orders they know come from a woman.'

  So, that's it, I thought. Cholla Yi was playing as much of a waiting game as King Keehat. And he would drag his heels until I stepped aside.

  'They blame our bad luck on you and your women,' the admiral continued. 'And who can say they're wrong? Every sailor knows women and ships don't mix. For some reason, the gods of the sea don't like women, and the goddesses become jealous of your presence.'

  Gamelan laughed - a mocking sound that turned Cholla Yi's words into a fool's song. The big man flushed, twisted his hands into fists, but still managed outward calm. He gave me a bland smile.

  'Are you refusing to fight, Admiral?' I asked. It was time for bluntness.

  'Not at all,' he answered, but the bland smile vanished. 'I'm only warning you that if you order it, the men may not follow.' 'And if the orders came from you ...?' Cholla Yi smiled. 'Then they'd fight.'

  Abrupdy, I rose from the chair, ending the meeting before Polillo's temper got the better of her. That was my excuse, at any rate. I'll admit mine was beginning to blow foul.

  'We'll talk again?' Cholla Yi asked as we took our leave. He sounded anxious.

  'Oh, yes,' I answered. 'We'll talk again, Admiral. You can be sure of it.'

  I gave him my most carnivorous grin and exited.

  There is a barracks' game young soldiers played in my time. It was called Loser's Win, or Hobble. Hobble was played between two young women. Each had to be barefooted, and each was provided with a sharp throwing knife. You faced your opponent from a distance of two paces. The object was to throw the knife as close to the other's foot as you could, without cutting it. There were three tries each. Each throw had to be closer than the last, and if any thrower faltered, she lost. We played for money, watch and duty sharing, and once to settle a love triangle. The winner in that contest lost part of her big toe, which brought the game to the attention of our superiors, and to its end.