"And you believe in the Nasi-Keth," Sasha retorted. "That makes you just as dangerous and misguided, doesn't it?"
Kessligh nodded, vigorously. "Aye. But the Nasi-Keth take their learnings from the serrin, and the serrin simply don't think like us. They don't believe in truth. They don't believe in anything they can't prove, and they won't construct these elaborate fantasies with which to advance their own power and kill each other. That's the whole point of the Nasi-Keth, Sashait's an attempt to help humans to think rationally. And that's difficult, I know, because humans are fundamentally irrational. But it's worth a try, don't you think?"
"Hmmph," said Sasha, chewing her own mouthful. "What's rational?"
"Exactly the question the serrin ask each other constantly."
"And what's irrational about the Goeren-yai beliefs?" Sasha continued. "It's rational, surely, that people survive as well as they can? Goeren-yai legends tell us much about these lands, and the animals, and the ways people can live and survive well out here. And the serrin have come here for centuries-they find Goeren-yai culture fascinating! So why should you, who takes his inspiration from the serrin, be so dismissive?"
"I'm not dismissive of the process, Sasha, just the conclusions. I'm dismissive of any culture that thinks it knows everything."
"The Goeren-yai don't…!"
Kessligh cut her off with a raised hand. "I'm dismissive of any person who lives his or her life like a frog down a well-all it knows is that well, and those walls, with no interest in what lies outside. I'm trying to make you think, Sasha. That's all I've ever tried to do. That's all the Nasi-Keth as a whole have ever tried to do. To make people think before they commit some terrible evil in the name of their various truths, if it is at all possible that they might be wrong."
"Aye," Sasha replied, "well maybe that's the difference between me and you. You lead with your head, I lead with my heart."
"Hearts can be rational too," said Kessligh. "They just need a little training." Sasha knew better than to try and get the last word in. "How was Damon last night?" he asked then, changing the subject.
"Nervous," she said. "He slept a while, I think. His temper's short, but that's normal. Best not to push him."
"With any luck, he won't make me. He's second from the throne, in truth. It's best he learned to deal with these kinds of things on his own."
Sasha stifled a laugh behind her hand. "Damon. King!" She swallowed a mouthful, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't imagine it."
"Men have similar difficulty picturing you as my uma," Kessligh replied, unmoved by her humour. His eyes flicked toward the riverbank. Sasha looked, and saw Master Jaryd Nyvar talking animatedly with a corporal. Their conversation was about swordplay by the look of their moving hands.
Sasha snorted. "Only because those men have never thought women good for anything but babies and housework."
"What's wrong with babies and housework?" Kessligh said with a faint smile.
Sasha shrugged expansively. It was pointless to get annoyed. Kessligh simply liked contradicting her.
Kessligh swallowed his mouthful. "Before I came to Lenayin, I hadn't thought women good for much but babies and housework."
Sasha frowned at him. "Oh come on! There are serrin everywhere in Petrodor! What about all of these wonderful serrin women you keep talking about, the ones you studied with as a Nasi-Keth uma yourself?"
"Serrin women, exactly," said Kessligh around another bite. "Petrodor has a very conservative branch of Verenthane belief where women are concerned. My mother died when I was young and from then on the Nasi-Keth were my family. I saw many serrin women, but the human women I knew were very fixed in their notion of what a real woman was. Even when I rode to Lenayin for the war, I didn't see Lenay women as much different. It's only when I met you that I truly realised that a human woman might be born with the aptitude to be my uma."
Sasha smiled. "Well at least I know what kind of behaviour impresses the great Kessligh Cronenverdt-bratish, noisy and overactive. I could revert, if you like?"
"Revert?" Kessligh asked in mock surprise. Sasha kicked him lightly on his boot and scowled. "My point," Kessligh continued, "is that people never know what they shall be, and how they shall respond, until the moment of testing arrives. I can assure you that very few of my Nasi-Keth elders and peers suspected that I could rise to such heights from my beginnings. As a student I was quiet, uncooperative and solitary. I loved serrin teachings because they seemed to me to offer the best solution I'd yet seen to all humanity's obvious ills.
"But I was always frustrated that neither my uman nor my other tutors seemed to grasp the implications of those teachings fully. And so I enjoyed the company of the serrin more than humans. Serrin never judge. Through them I learned to see the world as it is, and myself as I am, rather than what I might want or expect them both to be. Which is how I recognised your talents, while other men would not. I realised I was wrong about human women. Many men cannot admit this about themselves.
"Always be aware that you may be wrong, Sasha-about anything and everything. I rose to Commander of Armies during the Great War simply because I learned from my mistakes, and the mistakes of others, and when something did not work, I stopped doing it and did something else. Many commanders did not, due to pride or stubbornness, and killed not only themselves, but many good men as well. The unquestioned belief in one's own supremacy and righteousness is the surest road to ruin yet devised by man. Avoid it at all costs."
Sasha listened sombrely, chewing the last of her lunch as the river bubbled about their rock. Kessligh did not lecture often, yet she was not surprised that he chose to do so now. A Hadryn-Taneryn conflict was surely the most serious calamity she had yet ridden into. An uman's role was to teach, and to prepare his uma for trials to come.
"Why have the Nasi-Keth not spread more through Lenayin?" Sasha asked suddenly. "I mean… you led Lenayin to victory over Chieftain Markield, you risked your life and became a Lenay legend-all because you volunteered to come from Petrodor. The popularity of the Nasi-Keth and the serrin was surely never so high in Lenayin as then. And yet there are so few other Nasi-Keth here."
Kessligh nodded slowly, as if faintly surprised at the question. "Your father tried," he said. "He believes in providence, in signs from the gods. When Markield was beaten, your father saw that the gods favoured the NasiKeth, and thus surely they favoured the teachings of Saalshen. That was a time when the king was least persuaded by the northern fanatics, since the north had failed to defeat the invasion without help as they'd insisted they would, and had protested my ascension to commander at every turn. Trade with Saalshen improved dramatically, and many senior serrin were invited to visit the capital. And, of course, he declared that Krystoff would be my uma, binding the kingdom and the Nasi-Keth inextricably together.
"But the response of the Verenthanes was not good, especially in the north. And precious few Nasi-Keth from Petrodor have felt inspired to follow me to the highlands." He shrugged. "Perhaps it would have been different had Krystoff lived. Then Lenayin would have had a king both Verenthane and Nasi-Keth, as are so many in Petrodor."
"And we have the Hadryn to thank that it didn't happen," Sasha muttered.
Kessligh fixed her with a hard stare. "Sasha. What happened to Krystoff is old history. It hurt me as much as it hurt you. But we're riding into this mess now on the king's business, and the king must be impartial. If you feel that will be a problem for you, best that you tell me now."
"They killed him," Sasha said darkly. "Not by their own hands, but nearly."
"I know," said Kessligh. "It changes nothing."
"And who are you to be accusing me of partisan loyalties?" Sasha retorted. "Saalshen is losing credit fast with Father, and doubtless the NasiKeth with them. And now you come on this ride claiming to act in Father's interests?"
"I have always been your father's servant," Kessligh said flatly. "I've fought in his service since I rode to Lenayin thirty years ago."
/> "And should Father act against the Nasi-Keth?" Sasha persisted. "What then?"
"Then," said Kessligh, "I shall cross that bridge when I come to it."
Four
C ampfires lit small circles of light in the forest, a leaping dance of tree trunks and long, flickering shadows. Men gathered about their fires and cooked, while others tended to horses, or mended worn gear. There was cloud overhead, the wind was gentle from the south, and Sasha knew it would not grow so cold tonight. But she missed the stars, her one great consolation for nights upon the road.
"There is dispute over Lord Krayliss's ancestry," Damon said as the regal party ate. Sasha wolfed her meal with her usual appetite-roasted meat on skewers, and a vegetable raal Kessligh had whipped up. Damon, however, seemed to pick at his food. "I've heard it claimed that he's not actually Udalyn at all."
To Sasha's surprise, he looked directly at her. As if she, above all others present, would be likely to know. Well, perhaps she would. "His grandmother," she managed about a hot mouthful, seated upon her saddle with a tin plate balanced in her lap. "So it's said. But the maternal grandmother, not the paternal."
Damon frowned. "That's important?"
"In the old ways, power passes through the paternal line. A maternal grandmother is the weakest claim to ancestry. But then, some have accused Krayliss of overstatement." To her left, Captain Tyrun repressed a humourless laugh. From across the fire, Jaryd frowned at her above the flames.
"How important is it?" Damon asked bluntly. "To be Udalyn?"
"For Krayliss?" Sasha raised her eyebrows. "Very. Spirits know he gains precious little credit among the Goeren-yai from anything else."
"To claim ancestry to the chieftain of a dying clan who were once in league with the Cherrovan?" Damon looked dubious.
Sasha could not resist a glance around to see who else might overhear. But the neighbouring fireplace conversations were too distant, and too jovial, for that to be likely. "People in these parts see it differently," she said warningly.
Damon made a dismissive gesture. "I'll never understand it," he said darkly. "This obsession with the Udalyn. They've barely emerged from their valley for a century, have been little good to anyone, yet Goeren-yai the length and breadth of Lenayin worship their name." He took a reluctant bite of his meat.
Sasha glanced at Kessligh, seated to her right. He gazed into the flames as he ate. His eyes were unfocused, as if he saw the ghosts of past memories dancing amongst the coals. "Best perhaps that you tell your brother that story," he said then, distantly. "We ride squarely into this matter, much unresolved. Best that he understands."
Sasha nodded. "I agree. But I think one here might tell it better than I." She looked across to Captain Tyrun.
Tyrun looked surprised. "Me, M'Lady? I'm Verenthane, I claim no great wisdom here."
"Today at the talleryn stones of Spearman's Ridge," Sasha said, "you showed respect for the dead. You rode toward the sun, so as not to cast your shadow upon the roadside stones. And you gave the spirit sign." Tyrun nodded slowly, with new respect in his eyes. "The tolerance of Tyree Verenthanes is well known."
"Aye, M'Lady," said Tyrun, nodding slowly. "I might know a little. Men of Tyree sit often and speak of honour and war. To speak of such matters with Goeren-yai anywhere is to speak of the Udalyn."
Damon, Sasha thought, looked a little uncomfortable. Well that he should, she thought sourly. To display such ignorance was to admit that he had never sat and talked with Goeren-yai warriors before. So much for the high esteem of Family Lenayin for the ancient ways.
"Prior to the Liberation," Tyrun began, "there were two clans dominating the province that is now Hadryn. The Udalyn occupied the east, and the Hadryn the west. They were similar, yet different enough to provoke a hostility many centuries old. Intermarriage between the two was punished by the death of both parents and offspring. The bloodlines were kept pure. Northerners have always believed in purity-once as Goeren-yai, and now as Verenthanes.
"Understand, my Prince, that the north was once the bedrock of Goerenyai belief. Many of the great Lenay heroes of old were from the north, men of a steel forged in battles against the eternal Cherrovan foe, between rival clans, and with the harsh terrain and climate.
But the Cherrovan warlords were strong, often destroying entire Lenay villages. Tharyn Askar, the great Udalyn Chieftain, compromised with the Cherrovan in his lands, so that his people could grow healthy and strong, and not drained by constant minor uprisings and reprisals. He desired liberation from the Cherrovan also, but knew that the Udalyn had not yet the strength.
"He might not have had to compromise if the Hadryn hadn't remained more interested in waging war on the Udalyn than the Cherrovan," Sasha added, sipping water from her tin cup. "As men tell the story in Baerlyn, Tharyn tried to join with the Hadryn against the Cherrovan and sent his son as a symbol of trust to the Hadryn chieftain Essyn Telgar, who's reputed to have been just as thickheaded as the present line of Telgars. Essyn had him tortured and disembowelled alive. The Hadryn claim to have been key in uniting Lenayin during the Liberation, yet in truth, they prevented its arrival for generations."
"Aye," said Tyrun. "They tell it much the same in Tyree. Anyhow, my Prince… there had been a prophecy for generations in the north. It was said that a great leader of Lenayin would ride from the south, bearing supernatural powers, and would smite the Cherrovan from the face of the world. When Soros Lenayin arrived at the head of his army of free Lenay clans and lowlands crusaders…" here he glanced at Kessligh, who snorted, "the north joined his cause in force, forgot their petty disputes and rallied beneath the star of Verenthane.
"The Udalyn fought valiantly, yet Essyn Telgar was clever. He decreed that all the Hadryn should convert to Verenthaneism, as did most of the north, as they believed the Verenthane gods had fulfilled their prophecy and were just and true. But the Udalyn, having the deep roots of their homeland valley to sustain their traditions through even the hardest times, refused. Soros Lenayin rewarded Essyn Telgar with Lordship of all Hadryn, and asked that the Udalyn swear fealty to him. Tharyn refused, for his people would never have listened had he agreed.
"What followed was a slaughter." Tyrun paused for a moment, gazing into the flames. About the blazing fire, none spoke. From a neighbouring fire, men's laughter carried high on the cool night air. "The united Verenthanes of the north fell upon the Udalyn, for Essyn poisoned the minds of all the north against them, calling them traitors, friends of the Cherrovan and enemies of the new light of salvation. There were no prisoners taken, nor offered conversions accepted. There was only murder-of men, women and children. I am a proud Verenthane, my Prince. I believe that the star of Verenthane has been a blessing of unity and peace upon this land. But truly, the fate of the Udalyn, I believe, was surely Verenthane's darkest hour."
Damon met the captain's sombre gaze across the fire. Sasha could read his expression well enough to see that he had not heard this history told with such confidence by a Verenthane man. Most Verenthanes denied the accusations of Hadryn atrocities against the Udalyn, and many blamed the Udalyn for bringing their decline upon themselves.
"Finally, all that was left of the Udalyn was their ancestral valley," Tyrun continued. "Here, versions of the story differ. Some say that King Soros inter vened and gave the Udalyn one last chance to convert, or face annihilation. Others say that he did nothing. Yet others defend King Soros, saying that his army was weary and he had not yet been crowned king, so he had no means with which to stop the slaughter. But whatever the truth, the Udalyn did not convert, and the united Verenthane north pressed the attack into the valley.
"The Udalyn were outnumbered twenty to one, at best. But within the valley's narrow confines, their defences gained hope. Over many days and nights, the Udalyn made a fighting retreat up the length of their valley, and their enemies paid a high price for every stride advanced. Finally, the morale of the Verenthane north began to wane, for the Udalyn slew five and more attackers for ev
ery loss, so great was their desire to survive as a people and pass on their traditions to the next generation.
"Essyn Telgar saw his glorious victory slipping away, as his men refused to advance further. He rode out before the Udalyn and offered that they could convert to Verenthaneism and save their lives. In reply, the Udalyn charged, full of fury and vengeance. They crashed into an army that was still ten times their number and split them down the centre. Tharyn Askar himself, it is told, carved his way through ten of Essyn's personal guard and family to slay Essyn Telgar by his own hand, before falling dead from wounds. The remaining Verenthanes broke and ran, and the Udalyn survived-the last, small pocket of Goeren-yai defiance in a Verenthane sea.
"Several times in the years to follow, successive Lords of Hadryn attempted to rid their land of their ancient enemy. Each time, though greatly outnumbered, the Udalyn were victorious. Then Chayden Lenayin came to the throne-your esteemed grandfather, Prince Damon, M'Lady Sashandra. He saw how the fate of the Udalyn had aroused the passions of all Lenay Goeren-yai, and forbid the Telgars of Hadryn to attack the Udalyn again. Since that time, the Hadryn have left the Valley of the Udalyn largely alone under King's orders-a policy continued to this day by your father, my Prince, M'Lady. And I pray that it shall always be such."
Sasha took a skewer of cooking meat from the fire by its wood handle and gave it to Tyrun-reward for a tale well told. Tyrun gave a small smile of thanks.
"And now Lord Krayliss attempts to play the Udalyn card once more," Damon said. His own food remained largely untouched upon his plate. "Why? What is to gain?"
"The Udalyn are the one issue," Sasha replied, "the one singular thing, upon which all Goeren-yai can agree. They are heroes. They are the very symbol of Goeren-yai pride, courage and the will to survive in the face of advancing foreign religions. Krayliss claims to represent the old ways, and the Udalyn fly that banner far better than he. He dreams of an age long past, before the coming of Verenthanes, when Lenayin was wild and free."
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