“Since the High Lord has decided that your husband will be ahrkeethoheeks of the Ahrmehnee, he and you will be of the Third Rank, officially. But, actually, you and Kogh are much more valuable to us than any score of ahrkeethoheeksee.”
Zehpoor looked puzzled. “But, my lady, all of the Ahrmehnee Stahn cannot raise ten thousand warriors, so I cannot understand—”
“Milo and Mara and I, Zehpoor, are very interested in the many and widely diverse powers of the mind. We have devoted many years of study to them and have even established an academy of sorts to see if people lacking them can be taught to … to … well, to control their minds sufficiently to unleash powers they did not know they had. Milo can explain the aims of the Academy far better than can I.”
At a wider place in the trail, Drehkos reined aside and allowed the column to proceed past him until he spied his brother, Komees Hari, at the head of his mixed force of Freefighters, nobles and Moon Maidens. Then he toed his horse out to ride at his brother’s side.
Some week or so after the Night of Fire, Hari and young Sir Geros had led three hundred riders to the castra, having missed the nahkhahrah’s village by dint of faulty maps. With them had come two Ahrmehnee women, to whom Captain Pawl Raikuh owed his life. Many of the column were wounded when they arrived and all were near starvation. Nonetheless, the old komees had lost no time in reporting to the High Lord. And he had been too exhausted even to protest the presence of his despised brother in the High Lord’s pavilion.
He had detailed the highlights of the forced march, the finding of Raikuh’s butchered force, the approach to and advance onto the plateau. He told of the ruined village and its cruelly massacred inhabitants, then of the witnessed stand of the Ahrmehnee warriors and Moon Maidens against the thousands of barbarians and their monstrous leader.
At that point, the nahkhahrah had interrupted. “Your pardon, sir. Did you hear this creature addressed, by chance? If so, what was he called?”
Hari shrugged tiredly. “No, I heard nothing addressed to the giant. But some of the Maidens who rode in with me have mentioned that the Muhkohee’s leader was one Buhkuh.”
The nahkhahrah nodded. “Thank you, sir.” Then he turned to Milo. “I have never heard of one of that name, though it is a common name amongst the Muhkohee. But this leader your officer describes can be only one of the terrible monsters of whom I told you, the Haidehn Tribe. Since most of them are powerful sorcerers, they are the richest of all the Muhkohee, but they are also cannibals, and no more evil tribe has ever stalked Our Lady’s earth!”
“Well, sorcerer or not, he soon found his Northorse couldn’t outrun Bili’s Mahvros,” said Hari, grimly. “Nor did either magic or armor keep that great axe out of his flesh. Bili smote him out of the saddle and our squadron rode over his body.”
The nahkhahrah grunted his approval. Milo asked, “Bili routed near three thousand men with one under-strength squadron, then?”
Hari’s grin was fierce with pride, though pain was in his eyes. “Aye, my lord, Duke Bili sent the Freefighter bow-masters, under command of Count Tares Duhnbahr of Baikuh, around to the top of the cliff against which the warriors and Maidens were standing at bay. Then, when the barbarian bastards already were reeling under the arrow rain, he led the rest of the squadron athump into their right flank, while my wing took them in the rear. And these little ponies just aren’t built to take the charge of a good warhorse, my lord. Even so, it was a near thing once the momentum of the charge was lost and the squadron was fragmented.
“But then Duke Bili rallied most of us, reformed, reinforced by Count Taros’ bowmasters along with several troops’ worth of Maidens and Ahrmehnee, and hit the enemy in the left flank. That second charge did it, my lord—they broke and fled southwest, down the slope of that plateau, with us in hot pursuit.
“And we ran them, my lord. What a chase that were! Kindred and Freefighters and cats, Moon Maidens and Soormehlyuhn warriors, we chivvied and harried the bastards clear to the end of the bloody plateau. I never got the chance to ride back over the route and the battlefield, but I trow not five hundred got away. And we might’ve got more had Bili not stopped the pursuit when he did.
“It was while we were riding back—rather, most of us were walking to spare the horses—that the earthquake struck. Since the quake seemed to be coining from the north and since the plateau was obviously unsafe, what with the broken ground and all, we were mostly happy to follow Duke Bili down and off it But the face we came down started to break up before the tail of the column was clear, my lord, and there weren’t much room at the bottom, so we took off in two directions; me with the force I brought in, Duke Bili with maybe two hundred.
“When it was over, when the ground stopped shaking and rumbling and when those hot rocks stopped falling, I led my group back and found the end of the plateau had broken up and slid down into a little vale. What of the rest of the plateau we could see looked to be all afire, and that cliff where the Maidens and Ahrmehnee had made their stand had disappeared completely. It was more burning forest southeast and southwest, and given the poor condition of my force, I felt it unwise to take them into that inferno, put them in more danger. I knew that Duke Bili, too, had maps and I assumed he would find his own way north.”
He shook his head sadly. “Now I wonder if I erred, my lord. Perhaps… ?”
“Not a bit of it, Komees Han,” snapped the High Lady Aldora. “You made a command decision, did what you thought best for the troops under you. Considering the circumstances and the conditions you’ve outlined, I doubt me Td have done differently. Don’t berate yourself further. I’d say you had no choice.”
Hari’s relief had flooded his lined face. That Aldora, who was not only Bili’s lover but a recognized authority on cavalry tactics, could thus absolve him of blame lifted a weighty load from his loyal old conscience. He continued then.
“It took us near two days, my lord, to backtrack to where we had gone onto the plateau. But the gap had fallen in. Sir Geros climbed atop the tumbled rocks and returned to say that he had seen precious little, since all the land in both directions seemed covered with a thick blanket of smoke, even the tops of the hills and ridges. So, with our supply train gone, too, I decided our best course was to hotfoot it north while still we could travel.”
Draining off the last of his welcome cup, Hari stood and said, “Now, my lord, I’d like to tell of another matter. When the main barbarian force all but annihilated Captain Raikuh’s squadron, the captain was seriously wounded but still managed to stay on his horse for some little distance though pursued closely by a number of the savages. Finally, the pain and loss of blood so weakened him that he fell and the horse ran on without him. That horse came into my camp later that night; it was the first sign we had that ill had befallen Raikuh’s command.
“Raikuh says he was lying there, too weak even to feel for his dirk, hearing the approaching yells of the barbarians, when, suddenly, an Ahrmehnee woman stepped out of the forest onto the trail ahead of him. He says he tried to tell her to get back into hiding, but she just stood there serenely, ignoring him.
“Then the knot of shaggy riders swept around the turn, and Raikuh knew he’d fought his last battle. But then they stopped so suddenly that the leading ponies reared and several of the rear rank rode into them. All the while, the woman had just been standing in the trail, a few paces ahead of him, and he’d expected the shaggies to just cut her down and go for him.
“But they cast several darts, well over her head, then jerked their ponies’ heads about and rode out of there as if a regiment of dragoons had been on their tails; some of them were actually screaming. When their hoofbeats faded, the woman shouted something and another woman came out of the forest and the two of them came over to where Raikuh lay.