Shardik (44 page)

‘What do you think of the war now?’ asked Zelda suddenly.

‘Ask the kites and crows, they’re the ones that knows,’ replied Kelderek, quoting a soldiers’ proverb.

‘Seriously,
Kelderek
— and entirely between ourselves?’

Kelderek
shrugged his shoulders. ‘You mean its prospects? You know more of those than I.’

‘You say Lord Shardik seems ill-at-ease?’ persisted Zelda.

‘Not every mood or ailment of Lord Shardik is a portent of the war. If that were so, a child could read the omens.’

‘Believe me, Kelderek, I don’t question your insight as priest of Shardik - nor you my generalship, I hope.’

‘Why do you say that?’

Zelda
stopped and looked round at
the
open, rough pasture about them. Then he sat down on the ground. After a few moments’ hesitation
Kelderek
joined him.

‘To sit here may not become our dignity,’ said
Zelda
, ‘but I prefer to speak where none can overhear. And I warn you, Kelderek, that if need be I shall deny that I ever spoke at all.’

Kelderek
made no reply.

‘More than five years ago we took this city; and there’s not a man who fought in
that
campaign but knows that we did so by the will of Shardik. But what’s his will now? I wonder whether I’m the first to feel perplexed on that score.’ ‘I dare say you’re not’

‘You know what my men were singing after we took Bekla? “Now Lord Shardik’s battle’s won, We’ll squeeze the girls and lie in the sun.” They don’t sing that any more. Four years up and down the marches of the southern provinces have knocked all that out of them.’

Three quarters of a mile away on the Serpent Tower - the south
-
eastern tower of
the
Barons’ Palace — Kelderek could see a soldier leaning over
the
balustrade. No doubt he had been ordered to watch for
the
approach of Ged-la-Dan, but it was plain from his attitude that he had seen nothing as yet.

‘What was Shardik’s will in restoring us to Bekla? Was it what
the
men supposed — to make us strong and prosperous for the rest of our lives? If so, why is
Erketlis
still in the field against us? What have we done to displease Lord Shardik?’

‘Nothing that I know.’

‘Shardik killed Gel-Ethlin — he struck the blow himself — and after we had taken
Bekla
, you and I and everyone supposed that by his will we should soon defeat
Erketlis
and capture Ikat. Then there would be peace. But that hasn’t happened.’

‘It will happen.’

‘Kelderek, if you were anyone other than the king of Bekla and
the
priest of Shardik — if you were a provincial governor or a subordina
te commander promising me someth
ing - I should answer “Then it had better happen damned quickly.” I’ll be plain. For several years my men have been fighting and dying. They’re just preparing to do so for another summer, and in no very good frame of mind. The truth is
that
, leaving aside the will of Shardik and speaking purely as a general, I can see no military reason why we should ever win this war.’

Someone below seemed to be calling to the man on the tower. He leaned out over the parapet, looked down for a few moments, and then resumed his watch.

‘It was Lord Shardik who gave us the victory over Gel-Ethlin,’ went on
Zelda
. ‘If it hadn’t been for what he did, we could never have defeated a
Bekla
n army - an irregular force like ours.’

‘No one ever said odierwise. Ta-Kominion himself knew it before the battle. Yet we did win, and we took Bekla.’

‘Now we’re doing well merely to contain
Erketlis
. We can’t defeat him - certainly not conclusively. There are several reasons why. I suppose when you were a boy you wresded, ran races and so on. Can you remember times when you knew for certain that the other lad was better than you were? As a general, Erketlis is quite out of the ordinary, and most of his men were in the former southern army of patrol. Many of them feel that they’re fighting for their homes and families, and that makes them ready to put up with very hard conditions. They’re not like us, invaders disappointed in hopes of quick profits. Our men have felt for a long time now that something’s slipped through their net. Food of some sort or other is easy to come by down in the south. We can’t deprive
Erketlis
‘ army of food, and they don’t look for much more than that. But their very existence makes difficulties for us. As long as they remain undefeated,
they
‘re a focus for disaffection and trouble anywhere in
the
empire from Gelt to Lapan - old Fleldril sympathizers and so on.
Erketlis
has only got to maintain himself in
the
field, but we’ve got to do more than that; we’ve got to defeat him before we can restore to Beklan people the peace and prosperity of which we’ve deprived them. And the plain truth is, Kelderek, that I have no grounds — no military grounds - for thinking that we can do it,’

The man on the Serpent Tower suddenly began waving his arms and pointing south-eastward. Then he cupped his hands, shouted something downwards and disappeared from the balcony.

‘Ged-la-Dan will be here in less than an hour,’ said
Kelderek
. ‘Have you said any of this to him?’

‘No, but I’ve no reason to suppose that he’s any happier with our military prospects than I am.’

‘What about the help we’re expecting from the Council delegates tomorrow?’

‘Whatever it is, it won’t be enough. It never has been in the past. You must understand that at present we’re holding on in Lapan as best we can. It’s not we but
Erketlis
that
means to attack.’

‘Can he?’

‘As you know, he has rec
ently
received a force from Dcclguy, led by a baron of whose actions their king pretends to be ignorant. There’s a rumour that
Erketlis
now believes himself strong enough both to cover Ikat and to attack us as well, and
that
he’s planning to march further north than ever before.’

‘On Bekla?’

‘That would depend on his success once he’d started, I dare say. But my own belief is that he may go wide of Bekla and try to show his power in the country north-east of it. Suppose, for example, that he simply told the Deelguy that he’d lead them north on their march home, doing all the damage he could on the way? Suppose they set themselves to destroy the Kabin reservoir?’

‘Could you not stop them?’

‘I don’t know. But what I’m proposing,
Kelderek
— and what I have never proposed at all if. you receive it ill - is one of two courses. T
he first is that we should negotiate
a peace with
Erketlis
at once. Our terms would be
that
we retain Bekla, with the northern provinces and as much land to the south as we can get Tha
t would mean ceding certainly Ye
lda, Belishba and probably Lapan, with Sarkid, of course. But we should have peace.’

‘And the second?’

For the first time Zelda turned and looked full at Kelderek, his dark eyes and beard framed in the red cloak-collar. G
ently
he drew out his knife, held it suspended a moment between finger and thumb and then let it fall, hilt-upwards, to stick quivering in the ground. Wrinkling his nose and sniffing, as though at the smell of burning, he drew out the knife and returned it to its sheath. The allusion was not lost upon Kelderek.

‘I knew from the beginning — yes, that very night — that in some way you were carrying the destiny of Ortelga. Even before you and Bel-ka-Trazet set out for Quiso, I was sure that you had been sent to bring us luck and power. Later, when the first rumours reached Ortelga, I believed in Shardik’s return, because I had seen you withstand Bel-ka-
Trazet
‘s anger and realized that only the truth could have enabled you to do so. It was I who advised Ta-Kominion to risk his life by crossing the Dead Belt by night to seek you out; and I was the first baron to join him the next morning, when he came ashore behind Lord Shardik. At the battle of the Foothills, before ever Ta-Kominion reached the field, I led the first attack on Gel-Ethlin’s army. I have never doubted Lord Shardik - nor do I doubt him now.’

‘What then?’

‘
Loose
Lord Shardik! Loose him, and await what may befall. Perhaps it is not his will that we should continue the war. He may have another, perhaps an altogether different purpose. We should be ready to trust him, even to admit that we may have mistaken his will. If we loose him, he may reveal some unknown thing. Are you sure,
Kelderek
, that we may not be, after all, denying his purpose by keeping him here in
Bekla
? I have come to believe that that purpose cannot be
the
continuation of the war, for if it were, we should by now be at least within sight of the end. Somewhere, we have lost the thread of our destiny. Loose him, and pray that in this darkness where we
are
wandering, he will put it back into our hand.’

‘Loose
Lord Shardik?’ said Kelderek. He could imagine nothing
less favourable cither to the continuance of his reign or to the divine secret still to be discovered by himself. At all costs he must steer Zelda away from this rash, superstitious idea,
the
consequences of which were quite unpredictable.
‘Loose
Lord Shardik?’

‘And then follow him, simply trusting in what will befall. For if indeed we have failed him, then since it cannot be in courage or resolution in the field, it can be only in not trusting him enough.’

It was on the tip of
Kelderek
‘s tongue to reply that
the
Tuginda had once spoken in
this
way and that Ta-Kominion had known how to deal with it. As he paused, pondering how best to begin the delicate task of dissuasion, they both saw in the distance a servant running towards them across the pasture. They stood up and awaited him.

‘Tomorrow night is the spring fire festival,’ said
Kelderek
. ‘I had not forgotten.’

‘I will say nothing of this to anyone, and we will speak of it again after the festival. I need time to think.’

The servant reached them, raised his palm to his bent brow and waited, trying to control his panting breath.

‘Speak,’ said Kelderek.

‘My lord, Lord Ged-la-Dan is almost here. He has been sighted on the road and will reach the Blue Gate within this half-hour.’

In the city below, the gongs sounded once more for the hour, the further following immediately
upon the nearer like an echo. Keldere
k perceived that to retain the servant would put an end to then-talk for the time being.

‘Accompany us,’ he said; and then to Zelda, as the man took up his place behind them, ‘I and the priestess Sheldra will go out to meet Gcd-la-Dan on the road. Will you not come with us?’

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8
Elleroth
Shows
His
Hand

‘- And to have left all I had in Deelguy -‘ ‘Compose yourself, Mollo.’

‘I’ll not live inside their damned boundaries - not
within
ten days’ journey of them - that blasted bear-priest - whatever he calls himself - Kildrik, that’s it -‘

‘Be reasonable, Mollo. Calm yourself. You didn’t leave Deelguy with the least idea of becoming governor of Kabin, let alone with any promise from Bekla. You left because you wanted to succeed to
the family estate, or so you told me. No one’s deprived you of that and you’re no worse off than you were on the night when you dined with your bull-breeding friend.*

‘Don’t be ridiculous. Everyone in Kabin knows that General Zelda appointed me on S’marr’s recommendation. I had a long meeting with the elders, before I set out, about Kabin’s contribution to the summer campaign. It was little enough they meant to give, too - we’re not a rich province - ‘never have been. “Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll convince them in Bekla - I’ll see you’re not ruined to pay for the war.” What do you think they’re going to say now? They’ll say I’ve been kicked out because I couldn’t screw enough out of the province -‘