The beast's army was doing little damage in return. Shinsan's few casualties went out through the transfers before the beast could seize them.
Ethrian was disgusted. He drifted away to the west. He moved swiftly, covering a wide region. He became awed by the mind directing the legions.
The Tervola were three or four jumps ahead. He saw no hope of escaping the desert. The stone beast would squander his strength in that pass, send a trickle against the enemy fortress, and there it would end. A year hence the Tervola would chuckle over the great war in the desert, and marvel at the stupidity of the enemy they had defeated.
He fluttered back to his body.
"Have a nice nap?" Sahmanan asked.
"No." He told her what he had done and seen, and how little had remained of the beast's assault force on his return.
"Will he just keep on? There're only five thousand men up there. But they've got ten times that many coming to help. And behind those is the strength of Shinsan. Sahmanan, he's stubborn and stupid, but you've got to make him see what he's doing."
"I don't think he'd listen. He's angry. Maybe when he calms down."
"Calm him down. Do something. He's destroying us."
For a moment Sahmanan looked both vulnerable and winsome. She nodded once, violently, and mounted her dragon. The thing jumped into the air and sped eastward.
Ethrian considered the sun. It would set in another hour. He should rest. Sahmanan might be successful. He returned to his shady rock.
There was a little twilight left when Sahmanan awakened him. "Back already?"
"He wants you."
"He's willing to talk?"
She nodded. "He saw things today... He's very calm, very rational, and very worried. Their counterattack shook him."
"Counterattack?"
"They let him spend most of his strength, then surrounded what was left. He didn't save a single soldier. They didn't lose five hundred men. He learned a lesson."
"He's willing to listen!" Ethrian grinned. "Let's go."
They flew. Sahmanan set a vicious pace. The wind whipped round Ethrian. He kept his eyes closed half the time. They reached the stone beast in half an hour.
The youth felt the change immediately. The rage and arrogance had gone out of the monster. It felt like a child who had planned to show off and had fallen on its face.
Ethrian took a stance in the rubble and shouted, "Sahmanan says you're ready to talk." His father had taught him to be bold, observing that the gods had given men gall for a purpose.
The beast was deflated, but not crushed. It responded with mild amusement.
Ethrian called up, "I know your limits. I know your weaknesses. I know what you need. And you have no one else."
The beast's amusement grew. "I now have the strength to find someone else."
Ethrian glanced at Sahmanan. She nodded. "But he doesn't have the time."
"Know what you're up against now?" Ethrian shouted.
"If you mean our opponents, yes. I underestimated them. The world has changed. Man's power has waxed. That of the gods has declined. Deliverer, I'll offer an alliance. The three of us as partners, against the world. You free us and guide our armies. Sahmanan will wield the weapons of Power. I'll channel my strength to you."
Ethrian turned to the woman. "I'm not sure I follow him."
"It's a troika offer. You deliver us, he gives you the armies and myself the power to battle the Tervola. We work together to build an empire."
"What does he get?"
"You might have to be a god to understand."
"Try me. Otherwise, I can only judge him by human standards."
"He wants to be the god of our empire. He wants us to create a new Nawami. After we do, we can move him to its capital, as patron diety."
"That's all?"
"All? That's everything, Ethrian. He's awake now. He can't survive without worshippers. You look west and think of revenge. He looks and sees survival. Today's defeat showed him how fragile our chances are."
"How long before he would fade, or whatever happens?"
"Maybe centuries. Gods don't die fast. But the time of decision is now. We have to crush those people. We're doomed if we don't. You were right. They won't accept defeat."
The youth looked up. His old hatreds smouldered on. "If we make this compact, how do we guarantee it? How do you make a god keep his word?"
The beast snapped, "Time binds me, Deliverer. I can't stay here much longer. If I fail you, you can leave me to die."
"Your word is good till you have someone to worship you."
"For that long at least. There's no reason we shouldn't stand together afterward. Ask Sahmanan if I haven't treated her well. Even when it was not in my immediate interest."
Sahmanan agreed. "He stands by those who stand by him. I wouldn't be here if he didn't."
"All right. We're on the right road. Let's test it. Godling, invest me first."
The beast said nothing. Ethrian felt its displeasure and uncertainty. Sahmanan asked, "What do you mean?"
"What I said. If he gives me the power to control the dead, I'll believe him. I'll give him what he needs." He studied the woman carefully, saw no sly smirk of victory.
"Lie down," the beast told him. "When you waken, you will go test yourself against our enemies. We can take care of my needs later."
Ethrian told Sahmanan, "There has been a change."
"I told you. Don't think he likes it. But there's a realist under that arrogance and bluster."
"Stand watch?"
"Of course."
The youth settled himself. He could not sleep! His mind kept pursuing visions of what he might do once this power was his.
He wakened suddenly, unsure where he was or what had happened. The woman in white stood above him. He lurched up, looking for crabs.
"It's all right. It's all right. It's over, Ethrian."
"Over? What?... I don't feel any different. Didn't it work?"
"It worked fine."
It seemed no time had passed. "How long was I out?"
"All night and all day. It's night again."
"That long? Really? We'd better do something. The Tervola... "
"They're still up there. The Great One says they're restless. They're ready to come see what we're doing."
Ethrian became filled with all the things that needed doing. "Where are those dragons?" The two beasts dropped from the sky. "Did I do that?"
"No. The Great One brought them. From now on, though, I'll manage them. You concentrate on the soldiers."
Ethrian frowned. The beast was not totally stupid. "All right." He hoisted himself onto a scaly back. In a moment he and Sahmanan were airborne.
As they sped westward he wondered what he would do. He really felt no different.
He felt it when he glided toward his waiting army. It was a vacuum that consisted of tens of thousands of vacuums waiting to be filled. Visions fluttered through his mind: The mountains as seen through countless pairs of dead eyes. He was disoriented for a moment. Then he began seeing with all those eyes at once. He felt the cord of power reaching back to the stone beast. His power. Power he could use any way he wanted.
The dragons landed. Ethrian peered over his mount's head. His silent army had turned to face him.
"I'll be damned," he said. "I don't have to do much, do I?"
"You have to decide who does what, when, and where. The rest is unconscious."
"I just tell so many to go attack and they will?"
"Yes. You have to tell them how and where."
He closed everything out and went out of his body. Eagerly, he swept up the mountains. He studied the enemy position, and returned. "I'm ready to start," he announced, and heard the amazement in his own voice.
"What should I do?"
"Just wait right now. Let me find the men I need."