Eskkar repeated the inspection from behind the rampart, taking his time as he paced around the camp. The soldiers looked cheerful now, with the possibility of a fight delayed. They would have a few days’ rest before Gatus and his men arrived. With another hundred men, they knew they could easily storm the village.
Eskkar spoke to many of them, always asking if they understood their orders and knew what their posts were in an emergency, always trying to remember as many of their names as he could. He wanted them to know that he depended on them. And that this wasn’t the time for them to relax or forget their vigilance.
He had just finished checking the ranks when Sisuthros approached.
“Captain, here come the first of the farmers.”
Coming slowly down the road Eskkar saw three small farm carts, each pushed or pulled by two farmers. Either these farmers had no draft animals, or they feared the soldiers would confiscate them, a likely enough occurrence with Ninazu’s men. “Well, at least we’ll have fresh food for tonight.”
“Do you want to meet with them?”
“No. Let them get used to dealing with you, both now and in the future. Say that I am too busy to deal with farmers. Don’t forget to tell them we’ll need a great deal more food in a few days.”
“Do you think there will spies in this group, Captain?”
“No, not this group,” Eskkar said, taking a moment to consider. “Perhaps not even the next one. But when the third group arrives… then I think we’ll have some spies or farmers relying on Ninazu’s pay.”
Eskkar walked away from the rear gate and watched from a distance as the nervous farmers approached the camp. Sisuthros halted them outside the rear embankment, then spent half an hour haggling with them.
At first the local inhabitants looked fearful, afraid of their goods being confiscated, or themselves taken as slaves or laborers. But with Ninazu’s men taking what they wanted without paying, these farmers needed the copper coins, and their need had driven them to take the chance. So far none of these strangers from Akkad had looted anyone or raided the local farmhouses, so perhaps, after all, they would deal honestly.
That night Eskkar enjoyed good wine with his dinner, along with nuts and fresh bread. The farmers had departed, scarcely able to conceal their joy. They’d received a decent sum for their goods and they promised to spread the word, and that more food would arrive tomorrow morning.
Once again, Eskkar muttered thanks to the gods for Trella’s advice.
She had given him a good supply of their precious silver to win over the goodwill of the local farmers. In the old days he would have simply taken what he needed from them, no doubt in much the same way that Ninazu had. Now Eskkar understood how that would alienate them and work against him in the long run. For the next few days, he needed their help, even if unwittingly given.
Sisuthros’s men kept a sharp lookout during the night, the soldiers on alert for any attack from the village. But as Eskkar expected, nothing happened. The morning sun found the land empty around them, though the sun hadn’t climbed much above the horizon before a ragged column of carts, wagons, and individuals carrying whatever they could manage appeared on the road from the south. The day’s trading would begin early.
Eskkar resisted the urge to join Sisuthros. His commander knew what needed to be done.
After breakfast, Eskkar took Grond, Mitrac, Hamati, and half a dozen other senior men to a corner of the camp and they planned their next move. The meeting didn’t last long. As soon as it broke up, Hamati put twenty men back to work, ten on each side of the encampment. They began digging out two new ditches. These would extend from either side of the camp, along the lines Eskkar had marked out yesterday.
The men had been told that Eskkar wanted to extend the ditch-to accommodate all the reinforcements Gatus would bring, and to enclose the extra food and horses. He’d told them little more, except that they could take their time and that they would be relieved every two hours.
With a secure main encampment already established, Eskkar felt certain the new ditches would raise plenty of questions inside Bisitun.
Sisuthros spent the morning with the farmers as they arrived. In the beginning, as he had done yesterday, he kept them out of the camp. But soon the numbers of eager farmers multiplied, all arguing and pleading with him and the clerks, and Sisuthros grew careless. Some farmers carried their goods inside the camp, seeking private purchasers. Others, their trading completed, just wandered in, to satisfy their curiosity regarding Eskkar and the Akkadians.
Only the wine and ale remained outside the camp, away from the soldiers, except for the lucky scribes who got to taste the goods in order to determine the quality and the price. Eskkar had given clear instructions on that issue. Sisuthros had assigned his most trustworthy men to guard the wineskins. If the men got at the strong spirits, half of them would be drunk within the hour and useless the rest of the day.
The sun had climbed high into the morning sky before Sisuthros got rid of the last of the farmers and rejoined his captain. “By the gods, Captain, I hate dealing with merchants and farmers! Every one of them wanted to argue about the price, each claiming his loaf of bread or chicken was worth double what we offered.”
“I told you it would be harder than you thought. Still, you’d better get used to it. Are they coming back?”
“Yes, there will be more this afternoon. But it went well, I think.”
“Good. Now, tell me what you learned about Ninazu.”
“Grond was right, Eskkar. He’s the one with the silver bracelets. They are afraid of him, that’s plain enough. He’s killed anyone who’s opposed him. They’d be happy if we drive him away.”
Eskkar nodded grimly at that. “Yes, that would please everyone. Now, tell me what else you learned.”
Part of buying and selling was talking. The farmers felt curious about the soldiers and the new city of Akkad, and seemed willing to offer up information about Ninazu. In his turn, Sisuthros had described to them how wonderful life had become in Akkad, now that the barbarians had been vanquished, never to return again, and prosperity restored under Eskkar’s enlightened and just rule. Sisuthros related the tale of the defeat of the barbarians three times, each version with more detail than the time before.
Some of the farmers looked skeptical, but the individual soldiers, once they’d begun dealing with them, helped convince the farmers.
As for Ninazu, none of them knew for sure, but after much prodding from Sisuthros and the scribes, it seemed as though Ninazu had at least a hundred and twenty fighting men. As the story went, the bandit leader had waited until the village had started to reestablish itself after the passing of the barbarians. When the villagers had trickled back to their homes and farms, Ninazu had sent a few of his men into Bisitun to spy on the inhabitants.
Then, only a month ago, he and at least fifty men had suddenly ridden into the village. He’d killed the two village elders who had returned to their homes, then executed a few more brave souls who resisted or spoke out against him. At fi rst Ninazu’s men had taken what they wanted, but in the last two weeks, he’d begun restraining his followers, trying to win over the villagers and gain their support. Despite his harsh treatment of the villagers, Ninazu now had plenty of men, many of them recruited from the local countryside, while others had ridden in from the west, eager to join up and seduced by tales of easy plunder.