All eyes turned to Ariamus.
“In two weeks… probably another twenty, twenty-fi ve men. I think I can get mounts for that many, or at least most of them.”
“You’ll need food as well,” Hathor said, “there won’t be any time to scour the land for something to eat, and you must travel in secrecy. If the city gets word that a large band of men is raiding nearby, or approaching, the guards will be doubled and the defenders alerted. But if we move quickly and outrun word of our approach…”
The mood in the tent improved considerably at the thought of action.
Hathor knew the prospect of a good fight would take everyone’s mind off their squabbles. He turned to Takany.
“With our Egyptians and that number of Ariamus’s men, Korthac says we will have enough,” Hathor said, using his master’s name whenever possible. He knew Takany feared nothing on the earth except their leader.
“And weapons? You have arms for every man?”
“Yes, every man has at least a sword,” Ariamus said. “We’ve only a few bows, though.”
“They won’t be needed. And there will be plenty of bows once we’re inside Akkad.” Hathor didn’t mention that, if their men needed bows, then they were finished. He’d seen the Akkadians taking their archery training.
“And Korthac thinks we can win?” Ariamus asked the question, the only one there who would even dare cast doubt upon their master.
“Oh, yes, Ariamus,” Hathor said confidently. “I know we can win. We only need to get inside.” He looked around the circle. Even Takany had stopped frowning, no doubt willing to do anything to get out of this miserable camp.
“Then everything is settled. Tomorrow I’ll return to Akkad,” Hathor said smoothly. “Korthac will be pleased to learn that Ariamus has everything he needs, and that all of you will be ready to move in two weeks.
Two weeks,” he repeated. “Not one day longer. Korthac said there must be no delays, no excuses, no failures, or he will hold all of you accountable.
The minute he sends word, you must be ready to move.”
No one said anything. Whatever Korthac wished would be done.
“Nebibi, you are to come back to Akkad with me. Then you will return to help guide the men on the final leg of the march.”
“I’ll give thanks to Isis and Osiris,” Nebibi said, “for getting me out of this place.”
Hathor turned back to Ariamus. “I’ll need four of your best men to return with me to Akkad. Men who won’t attract attention, and who can follow orders perfectly and keep their mouths shut. Men who know how to kill and are good at it. Do you have any like that?”
Ariamus lifted his brow. “Yes, but I need all my subcommanders to help…”
“If you need help with the training, Takany can provide it.” Hathor caught the momentary frown on Ariamus’s face. “I’ll meet with those you select now, to see if they’re capable. Your best men, Ariamus, nothing less will do. If they’re good enough, they’ll need good strong horses. Have them ready to ride with me at dawn.”
For once, Ariamus stood speechless, his open mouth showing his dismay at losing four good men.
Hathor leaned back and smiled at everyone. His mission had gone remarkably well, and for the next few weeks, the two forces would be too busy training to cause each other trouble. Korthac had shown his wisdom once again by pushing up the date for the attack. Best of all, Hathor would be out of this unhappy place in the morning, and he wouldn’t be coming back. He let himself relax.
“Now that Korthac’s business is settled, what can I tell you of Akkad?”
13
Trella greeted Nicar and Corio when the two nobles entered the upper room. Seating Nicar in the place of honor at the head of the table, she took the chair across from Corio. In the days before the Alur Meriki invasion, Nicar had led the five Noble Families that ruled Orak. Faced with the city’s destruction, and fi nding no one else willing to risk his neck, Nicar selected Eskkar as the new captain of the guard. In addition, he’d given Eskkar a recently acquired slave girl named Trella to be his helpmate and keep him out of the alehouse at night.
Those two decisions, made less than a year ago, created a future none of them could have foreseen, a future brought about by the common people, long without a voice in their daily affairs. Now they acclaimed Eskkar as their leader, and expected him to protect them not only from barbarian invasions, but also from the power and whims of the noble families.
Today Nicar remained the foremost of the Noble Families, but everyone understood who had the real power in Akkad. While Nicar might regret the loss of his authority, Eskkar and Trella had saved not only his city, but his life and that of his family, when the mob had shouted for their death.
Though their roles had reversed, Trella still felt beholden to him. A good man, she grieved that Nicar had aged much in the last six months.
Nearing his sixtieth season, his only remaining son had taken charge of the family’s trading ventures in the last few weeks, lifting that burden from his father. Trella planned to use that situation to her advantage.
“I hope today’s meeting will be brief, Lady Trella,” Corio said, ever in a hurry to be about his business. “It’s already past noon, and the Feast of Ishtar has begun.” He waved his hand toward the window where the sounds of celebration already echoed throughout the courtyard.
“So Ishtar’s priest has reminded me every day for the last few weeks, Corio,” Trella answered. “You and your family are attending the feast tonight?”
She’d arranged a major banquet, the first she’d ever given, to honor the goddess and reward those friends who had stood at Eskkar’s side during the siege. “There will be an abundance of food and wine. Annok-sur has hired the finest cooks and entertainers in the city.”
“Corio’s family accompanied us here, Trella,” Nicar said. “Now, can you tell us why you asked us here early? I assume you have something special to discuss with us?”
“Yes,” Trella said, pushing her hair back from her eyes. “Before Eskkar left, he spoke about proposing a change to our customs, and I wanted to ask your advice before bringing it up at the next council meeting.” Trella preferred to speak the truth whenever possible, though she’d been the one who broached the subject of how to rule Akkad with her husband.
She’d started by asking Eskkar about the customs that governed his former clan.
He told her how each clan’s leader settled disputes as he chose, with no recourse. Confl icts between clan leaders, if not settled by blood, were resolved by the Alur Meriki ruler, often with the help of the full council. Eskkar compared the customs of his barbarian clan with those of the nobles of Akkad. He’d seen enough of the local customs, enforcing them for the nobles before the invasion, and knew how unjustly they could be administered. To her surprise, Eskkar had several suggestions for changing Akkad’s customs and enforcing them less capriciously.
When Trella mentioned changing them into something more permanent, he not only agreed, but suggested they establish similar customs in the north. They spent several hours talking about the way Akkad, Bisitun, and the other northern villages should be ruled. Eskkar had learned the mysteries of the farm as well as those of gold and bronze from Trella, Nicar, and the other nobles, and understood that the more lightly they administered those under their rule, the more wealth would flow to Akkad.
When she’d told Eskkar what she wanted to do, he smiled and wished her luck. She spent the next few weeks preparing for this moment, waiting for exactly the right time to bring the subject before Nicar and Corio, the most influential members of the council of nobles. That time had now arrived. Today’s celebration would provide the most opportune moment to launch such a new concept.