by David Weber
“From what I’ve gleaned from Pedi, there should be both a political and financial payoff,” O’Casey assured her. “The ships are, technically, the property of the Temple, but if they’re taken on the high seas, fairly ‘universal’ salvage rules apply. If we return them, we’ll be in for at worst a percentage of their value. And the supplies they have on board were apparently very important to establishing the Temple’s presence on one of the formerly Lemmaran islands. The local priestdom has put a lot of political capital into that project, so helping save it from utter disaster should be viewed well, unless there’s some odd secondary reaction.”
“So retaking the ships would be a politically positive action?” Pahner said. “I want to be clear on that.”
“Yes, Captain,” O’Casey said. “I won’t go so far as to say it would be ‘vital.’ But failure to act could be construed as being less friendly—and certainly less ‘brave’—than taking action would be. In my professional opinion, barring clear military negative factors, it should be considered highly useful in making positive first contact with the mainland culture.”
“Okay,” Pahner said. “We’ll discuss means later. But getting most of the ships and getting them intact may be hard.”
“They’ll have scattered,” Roger mused aloud. “We’ll have to find them first. Then figure out how to take them without getting all of the original crews killed.”
“What about the Lemmar?” O’Casey asked.
“What about the Lemmar?” Roger asked in return. His response evoked another general chuckle, and the chief of staff nodded and turned to the next item on her list.
“In that case, I’d like to talk about what we’ll call ‘The People of the Vales’—the Shin, that is—versus the valley culture, or the Krath. I’ll also offer some speculation as to where the cultures come from. Julian will discuss the purely military aspects later.
“The Shin are a fairly typical upland barbarian culture. They’re centered around small, fertile valleys—the Vales—each of which has a clan chief, or ‘king.’ All of them are nominally independent, with a few of them allied to each other—or involved in blood feuds—at all times. There’s a ‘great king’ or war leader, in theory, at least, but his authority is strictly limited.
“We do have a contact with the Shin,” the chief of staff pointed out, nodding at the female Mardukan who’d taken a position beside Cord. The Shin would have sat behind the shaman, but with him already sitting behind Roger, there simply wasn’t room. It had occasioned a certain amount of negotiation when they first entered the cabin.
“And the straight-line distance from the valley entrance to the spaceport is shorter through the vales,” the chief of staff continued. “On the other hand, given the information thus far developed, we’re more likely to encounter difficulties passing through the vales than if we stay in the valley.”
“Those blood feuds,” Pahner said.
“Precisely.” O’Casey nodded. “The clans are constantly feuding. We would—could—presumably make contact with and get help and passage from the Mudh Hemh clan, but if we did, we’d automatically find ourselves at war with the Sey Dor clan. There’s also a ‘cross-valley’ dichotomy that Julian will discuss. But it shouldn’t affect us.”
“Great,” Roger said. “What about the valley? And what about the similarities between these . . . Shin and Cord’s people?”
“The similarities can be inferred from the linguistic and cultural matrix,” O’Casey replied. “The Shin language is remarkably similar to the language of The People. Same basic grammatical rules, similar phonemic structure, even the same words in many cases, and only mildly modified in others. There’s no question that they come from the same root society, and that the separation is historically recent.”
“Which, presumably, explains the cultural similarity between the benan and the asi bonds,” Roger murmured, then cocked an eyebrow at his ex-tutor. “Any idea what’s going on there?”
“Best guess is that the Shin are an aboriginal race of this continent which, like the Diasprans, survived the ice age by centering their culture on volcanic secondary features. That is, they stayed around hot springs and naturally warmed caves that should be fairly common on this continent. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say that some of them then somehow moved over to Cord’s continent, on the eastern verge. That would be a heck of a sailing journey, but it’s possible that there’s a shallow zone between here and there that was partially or mostly exposed by the ice age. We’d have to do a lot of surveying and research to confirm that, though.”
“So the divergence is relatively recent, and you think the ancestral group is from this continent?”
“Yes, and a good example is language divergence,” O’Casey pointed out. “Benan is clearly derived from ‘banan,’ which is the Krath word for ‘bride.’ But compare that to The People’s ‘benahn,’ which is their word for ‘marriage.’” She shrugged. “Obviously, all three words are descended from a common ancestor.”
“Obviously,” Roger agreed, then grinned, leaned over, and punched Cord on the arm. “Feeling married yet, buddy?”
“Oh, shut up,” Cord grumped. “It was for my honor.”
“I know,” Roger said, somewhat repentantly. “It was for mine, too. Sometimes, honor is a curse.”
“Often,” Pedi said, suddenly. “I . . . assure what . . . Light O’Casey understand. Word make sense. Some.” She twitched one false-hand in a grimace of frustration. “Almost.”
“Sort of,” Roger agreed, switching to Shin. “But even if the languages are related, that was a real hash of a sentence.”
“Yes, but I can learn People,” Pedi said.
“No. I learn Shin,” Cord said. “Here Shin. People not here.”
“Good, it sounds like we can get over the language divide,” Pahner interjected, then cocked his head at O’Casey and pulled the conversation back on track. “What about the Krath?”
“Looking at the map, the Shin vales probably make up the majority of the continent, which is mostly volcanic ‘badlands,’” O’Casey said. “But the continent’s bisected by a larger valley that curls like a tadpole, or a paisley mark, from the south in a big bend north and to the west. And that valley is where the majority of the population and real power of the continent lives.
“The valley of the Krath has a contiguous river that stretches, through some falls, all the way from a large upland vale to the sea. And, from Pedi’s description, it’s very heavily populated. The valley is one more or less continuous political unit, as well. I say ‘more or less’ because from the description of the scheming that goes on, the emperor, who is also the Highest of the High Priests and who rules from a capital near the spaceport, has only limited control over the lower valley.
“The society is a highly regimented theocracy, with the chief political officers of each region also being the high priests. And, unlike Diaspra, it is not a benevolent one. The society is similar to the latter medieval society of the Adanthi or the Chinese Manchu Dynasty. And it’s also heavily slavery-based, as Julian will now discuss.”
The NCO nodded at his cue and stood.
“We’ve got a bit of a problem. One of the reasons the Krath and the Shin don’t get along is that the Krath see the Shin as a ready source of slaves for their theocracy—what are called ‘The Slaves of God.’ In addition, the base barbarian society is bisected by the valley. On the generally western and northern side are the Shin, but on the eastern and southern sides, the vales belong to the Shadem. And the Shin and the Shadem don’t get along at all. In fact, the Krath use the Shadem for advance scouts for their raiding parties against the Shin. As a consequence, the Shin really hate the Shadem.
“As for the raiding parties themselves, they seem to be carried out by one of the three branches of the Krath military complex. In fact, the Krath military appears to be divided into these raiders, which are closely controlled by the Temple, and into an inner security military/police apparatus that maintai
ns control of the civilian population, and a field army.”
“The reason for having an ‘army’ in the first place is complex,” O’Casey interjected. “With all due respect for Pedi’s people, the Shin are at best a minor nuisance for the Krath. In fact, the valley has no effective external enemy, so there should be no need for a significant field army. But the satraps apparently engage in a certain amount of somewhat ritualistic warfare to settle disputes. The raiders and the internal security forces are controlled by the priesthood, but the priests in charge of them are almost a separate sect. The field army, in contrast, is closely controlled by the high priests, some of whom have even been officers. It’s as if the internal security apparatus and these slave raiders are a ‘subclass’ of the military hierarchy. A necessary evil, but not particularly well regarded by the ‘regulars.’”
“Just how big and how ‘good’ is this army of theirs?” Pahner asked. “We may need to use it against the spaceport.”
“I’d guess they’re pretty good in a set-piece battle, Sir,” Julian replied. “All of our intel, presently, is from a single, biased source. Even allowing for that, though, my feeling is that they’re not terribly flexible. I’m sure we could use them in a charge, or in a fixed defensive position, but I’m not sure how useful they’d actually be in taking the spaceport. Much as I despise the concept behind them, their slave raiders might actually be better.”
“Justification?” Pahner asked. “And how numerous are they?”
“I don’t have any firm estimates on their numbers at this time,” Julian admitted. “From the fact that they appear to be the most . . . heavily utilized branch of the military, though, my guess is that they represent an at least potentially worthwhile auxiliary force. As for why they’d probably be more useful to us than the Krath field army, the raiders are the ones who regularly go in against the Shin, and the Shin are clearly no slouches on their own ground. The raiders have to be fast and nimble to handle them, and fast and nimble will probably be the way to go with the spaceport. So as . . . repugnant as they are, it would probably behoove us to try to . . .”
“Insinuate ourselves with them?” O’Casey asked. “Grand.”
“I still don’t get the whole thing with the slave raiders,” Roger said. “They should have a surplus of labor in the valley, based on what Eleanora’s just told us. So why go slave raiding?”
“Apparently, their slaves don’t . . . have much of a lifespan, Your Highness,” Julian said in a carefully uninflected voice. “That creates a constant need for fresh supplies of them. So the Krath raid the Shin lands for these ‘servants.’ Such as our own most recent recruits.”
“Uh-oh.” Roger grimaced. “Cord always wants to be at my back. And now Pedi has to follow him around—”
“And it will be evident that she’s Shin, yes, Your Highness.”
“That’s going to cause problems in negotiations,” O’Casey pointed out. “But we have another problem in that regard, as well. The Krath consider themselves the center of the universe, with all other polities subject to them. And their obeisance rituals are extensive.”
“So they consider the Empress, as one more ‘foreign barbarian,’ to be their subject,” Roger said. “That’s . . . not an uncommon attitude in first-contact situations. Especially not with stagnant, satisfied planet-bound civilizations.”
“Not for first-contact situations, no,” Despreaux put in just a bit grimly.
“I understand where you’re going, Nimashet,” O’Casey said after moment. “And you’re right. The Empire’s policy is to refuse to recognize the insistence of such governments on their primacy, especially over the Empress herself. But usually an ambassador has a drop battalion available to pointedly refuse to make obeisance on the Empress’ part.”
“And the person doing the refusing is usually just that—an ambassador,” Pahner pointed out. “Not a member of the Imperial family itself. So what do we do?”
“Well, I’ll take point in the negotiations,” O’Casey replied. “The first officials we encounter probably won’t require a formal obeisance, so I’ll politely tap dance for as long as I can, pointing out that while the Son of the Fire is, undoubtedly, a great sort, having our leaders do a full prostration is simply out of the question. We’ll probably be able to avoid it by showing our personal might and only dealing with lower-level functionaries.”
“What about the possibility of their informing the port?” Pahner asked.
“We may actually be in luck there,” the chief of staff said cautiously. “Although the Son of the Fire is undoubtedly a god, it appears that some of his ministers are very secular in their desires. In addition, the valley is broken into five satrapies which are fairly independent of the central government. The local satrap may or may not contact the imperial capital at all, and even if he does, it wouldn’t necessarily get noticed by the imperial bureaucracy. Or sent on to the spaceport even if it was. I get the feeling that the port authorities are avoiding contact with the natives to a great degree.”
“Basis?” Pahner asked sharply.
“Pedi had never heard of anyone like us,” Julian replied for O’Casey. “But she’s otherwise very knowledgeable about local customs and politics. That suggests the humans are keeping a fairly low-profile. For that matter, she’d never even heard of ‘ships that fly.’ If there were any sort of regular aerial traffic between the port and the Krath, one would expect rumors about it to be fairly widespread, but neither she nor any of the Shin ever heard a thing about it. On the other hand, she knows what was served at the emperor’s latest feast.”
“Okay, that brings me to the second point that’s throwing me,” Roger said. “In just about every other culture we’ve dealt with, females were considered less than nothing. What’s with the Shin?”
“Pedi?” O’Casey asked, switching her toot to Shin. “Why are you a warrior? We humans have no problem with that; some of our best warriors are women.” She waved at Kosutic and Despreaux. “But we find it strange on your world. Unusual. We have seen nothing like it elsewhere in our travels since coming here. Explain this to us, please. In Shin or Krath, as you prefer.”
“I am not a warrior,” the female answered in Shin. “I am a begai—a war-child. My father is a warrior, a King of Warriors, and I am expected to mate with warriors. That our union may be stronger, I am trained in the small arts—the arts of Hand, Foot, and Horn, and also in the small arts of the Spear and Sword. If you want to see someone who is truly good at the arts, you must see my father.”
“Do the Krath treat their women as equals?” Roger asked. “Or, at least, near equals, as you’ve described?”
“No, they do not,” the Shin practically spat. “Their women are vern, no offense.”
“None taken,” Roger told her with a grin. “I’ve heard it before—although they prefer ‘basik’ on the other continent. But if the Krath don’t, what about the Shadem?”
“The Shadem women are even worse—slaves, nothing else. They go around swathed in sumei, heavy robes that keep even their countenances covered. The same with the Lemmar, the beasts!” She paused suddenly, cocking her head speculatively, as if something about Roger’s tone had suddenly toggled some inner suspicion.
“Why?” she asked.
“Well,” Roger said with another grin, “I think we’ve just found our disguise for the Shin.”
“No, we have not!” Pedi said angrily. “I am no Shadem or Lemmar vern to go around covered in their stinking sumei!”
“Would you rather be a Servant of God?” Cord asked tonelessly in his native tongue. The shaman had clearly been following the conversation, in general terms, at least, and he turned a gaze as expressionless as his voice upon his new benan. “Or forsworn in your duty? The path of duty is not a matter of ‘I will not.’ Choose.”
Roger doubted that Pedi understood Cord’s words completely, either, but it was obvious that the gist had come through. Her mouth worked for a moment, then she hissed a one-word reply to
him.
“Robes.”
“There, all settled,” the prince said brightly. “But what kind of robes? And where do we get them?”
“The sumei weighs at least five latha—that’s ‘what kind of robes,’” Pedi said bitterly. “And we can get them at Kirsti. That’s one of the main weaving centers for all of Krath.” After a moment she brightened up. “On the other hand, it’s also one of the main producers of cosmetics.” She made a complicated gesture of annoyance. “And on that subject, Light O’Casey has something else she needs to say.”
“I’m not sure what we’ll do about that, Pedi,” the chief of staff said, with an odd, sidelong glance at Cord.
“What’s the problem?” Pahner asked.
“Well,” Julian began, heroically grasping the dilemma’s horns for O’Casey, “you’ll notice that most of the Mardukans we’ve run into on this side of the pond are clothed.”
“Not Pedi,” Roger objected, gesturing at the benan with his chin.
“Ah, yes, but she was a slave,” O’Casey replied carefully. “It turns out that the Krath and the Shin—even the Shadem—have strong body modesty taboos.”
“Oh, dear,” Kosutic said. “I think maybe we should get the young lady some clothes then, eh?”
“That would be good,” Julian agreed. “Cord feels perfectly normal the way he is. He’s just . . . undressed. Pedi, on the other hand—”
“Feels nekkid,” the sergeant major finished. “Gotcha. We’ll deal with that in just a moment. But how does it affect the rest of us?”
“Well, the Vashin are generally in their armor,” Julian pointed out. “Same with the Diasprans and K’Vaernians. If we just explain that the local custom is to wear clothing, and staying in armor is the easy way to do that, they’ll stay in armor most of the time.”
“We need to get them some clothes, anyway,” Pahner observed. “Armor all the time is bad hygiene.”
“Yes, Sir,” Julian acknowledged. “But they’re used to the concept. Cord and Denat, on the other hand . . .”
“What about us?” Cord asked.
