Book 2: Chapter 3: En Route to Peshawar (4)


    By the time Narses and Afarid entered a certain small vige, the sun had already dipped below the sweeping outline of the mountains at their backs. They had taken a considerable detour, but from this point on, Peshawar awaited practically before their eyes.


    Until they managed to arrive at the citadel of Peshawar, Narses had hoped to avoid drawing notice to themselves as much as possible, but the mount bearing the two of them was quite exhausted, so they had no choice but to let it rest. If possible, he wanted an additional horse.


    The two dismounted at the entrance to the vige. Even as he attended to the horse and they approached the vige, Narses felt an impression of foreboding. Twilight should have been the time for preparing evening supper, so why was there no sign of smokeing from any of the vigers'' homes? Themps ought to be lit any time now as well, so why were the windows of all the houses darkened?


    "Even if you''re gonna buy a horse, you got any money for it?"


    Narses, questioned by Afarid on this pragmatic matter, casually handed the girl a sheepskin pouch. When she opened the pouch, Afarid''s eyes widened.


    "This could you a hundred horses or so, looks like. How''d you get your hands on so many dinars anyway?"


    "What do you mean how? They''re all mine to begin with?"


    Afarid put on a grave expression.


    "Huh, guess you''re caught up in some shady business, aren''t ya. Though y''look like such a respectable sort."


    "Why do you think so?"


    "Ain''t no honest folk can get their hands on the likes of gold. If an <em>azat</em> had any gold or anything on them, the officials woulde and give ''em the rack, even. They''d just assume you stole it all from somewhere, yeah?"


    Narses was unable to reply. He had absolutely no inclination to reveal his own pedigree as one of the <em>shahrdaran</em>. Good grief. He really was no respectable sort himself. Considering his very identity as one of the governing ss, a noble aristocrat


    Suddenly, Afarid grabbed his arm.


    Following her frozen gaze, Narses saw it. At the door to one of the houses, a single man lying prone. Traces of blood served as proof of the man''s death.


    Protruding from the corpse''spel was a sheepskin pouch, from which spilled drachms and mithqals glittering in the sunset. Afarid, delicate brows furrowed, backed away.


    Recalling that the Zott had originally been desert brigands, Narses inquired, "What''s the matter, not going to take his purse?"


    Afarid red sternly at the former lord of Dam. She was truly furious. Narses was stunned by her expression, struck all at once in that moment by her vibrant beauty.


    "The Zott would NEVER rob the dead or the ill. Don''t you talk bad about us!"


    "Sorry, I shouldn''t have."


    It urred to him that this was the exact opposite of Giv''s philosophy. Even as he apologized, however, Narses found it all quite strange.


    No matter what, how could this tragic scene have possiblye about? Narses, checking to see that corpses were scattered throughout the entire vige, mentally folded his arms. Most bizarre of all was the fact that, regardless of age or gender, the majority of the bodies had suffered fatal injuries on their lower halves. On the other hand, not unlike the first body they had discovered, no signs of robbery could be seen.


    Ultimately, the dead numbered more than fifty, so it was clear that this little vige had been annihted. That they had all been killed outdoors was perhaps because on hearing the screams outside, they hade flying out, only to join the ranks of the sacrificed.


    "I can only conclude that they were butchered for no reason but to be killed."


    "Betcha it''s those Lusitanian barbarians I heard about who done it. Savage beasts! Turnin'' up even all the way out here."


    1 sightings in this area when night falls. Such rumors aside, it''s best we refrain from moving around too much after dark. Let''s find a house to lodge in for now."


    "Sure. But, I''m a pure and virtuous Zott woman, I''ll have you know. We''re stayin'' in separate rooms, or else."


    " I''ve no objections."


    Aftering across an empty house without any bodies, the pair of them settled on their ce of lodging for the night. Afarid, to her credit, helpfully offered to prepare a meal; leaving her to her task, Narses went searching for horses. There was most likely a smallmunal stable somewhere in the vige. And indeed, he found one, with four horses packed miserably in a single stall. He selected the youngest and sturdiest among them, then led out the other three, removed their bridles, and set them free. Tomorrow, when dawn broke, the vigers'' remains would have to be given a proper burial too.


    He led the horse back, and Afarid, fetching water at the well, waved at him. Just as they drew close, the horse abruptly stopped in its tracks, whinnying as if in fright. Narses, instantly on the alert, jumped aside in a hurry. He saw it then. Afarid saw it too. Without warning, a hand stretched out from the ground, clutching at Narses''s foot. It grasped air and came away empty-handed.


    "Wha, what the? An arm sprouted from the ground!"


    Afarid, though naturally terrified, found the scene that had unfolded right before her eyes somewhat surreal, and seemed to be struggling toe to terms with it.


    "<em>Ghadaq</em>, is it?!"


    All the mysteries surrounding the dead bodies were now cleared. Narses wasn''t capable of sorcery or anything of the sort himself, but he did possess some relevant knowledge. Supposedly, it allowed one to move about freely in the earth, then thrust sword or spear through the ground, killing whoever was waiting above. And yet, why would a sorcerer like thate to a ce like this to ughter all the vigers?


    In the dimness, the hand dove swiftly underground again. It left behind no evidence but for a tiny sinkhole. Narses squinted slightly, raised himself to tiptoes.


    The very moment he sensed something, he leapt. The white de bursting from the ground just barely grazed Narses''s soles. Had he stood there like that, it no doubt would have pierced through his thigh. As hended, Narses stepped aside, almost dancing, distancing himself from the de. The glinting de submerged without a sound, once again leaving behind a small hollow.


    A sensation swept through him, akin to a nightmare seizing his heart. He drew his own sword as well, all the more alert than ever. With all his might, he strained to hold back his urge to stab down on the ground where he stood.


    Afarid, standing motionless by the wall of the house, cried out for Narses.


    Sheathing his de and rushing over, Narses noticed something. Under the eaves by the doorway. A huge pot. Filled with palm oil.


    "What''re we gonna do, Narses?" asked Afarid, her face and voice like that of a child''s. Narses smiled at the girl in order tofort her.


    "Can you climb trees?"


    "A breeze, that."


    "In that case, go ahead and climb up that big date palm."


    "You gonna be okay?"


    " Mm, I''ve not yet received that silver mask from you and exchanged it for coin. I''ll be fine ''til then, at least. Now, hurry along. And make sure to keep to the stones as you go."


    Just as Narses instructed, Afarid promptly ran for the palm tree and scurried up to a thick branch without any difficulty whatsoever.


    As she straddled the branch, a low voice came oozing from the space between earth and sky. The echo of mockingughter sent a tremor through the dusky gloom.


    "My oh my, such a crafty one you are. But just how long shall youst"


    Its sound resembled the hissing of a snake.


    That voice sent a shudder through Afarid, but on the other hand gave Narses the chance topose himself. Whether man or monster, as long as it could bemunicated with, Narses had nothing to fear. Voiceless malice was by far the most terrifying of all.


    Narses ced a hand on that pot of palm oil lined up against the wall and gently tipped it over. Oil spilled out, spreading across the ground, soaking through the earth. Concealed in his fist was a piece of flint. Once all the oil had flowed out, he sought for signs in the silence. The overall impression the man gave off was that of unflinching courage, and yet beads of sweat had formed on his brow.


    2 zed all alight at once.


    The very next instant, up on the branch of the big tree, Afarid gasped.


    With a boom, the earth split open, and a mass of me sprang out. It was about the size and shape of a human being. An eerie scream gushed out from where its mouth should have been. Thanks to the oil that had soaked into the ground, it was roasting alive. As it howled, lurching forward, both of its arms stretched out, as if even now grabbing for Narses.


    Narses, unsheathing his longsword, stepped forth in approach and sent a sharp sh towards its shoulder region. The head, engulfed in me, went flying into the growing shadows. Even as it tumbled to the ground, it continued to burn.


    "All''s well now,e on down."


    Narses nced up at the branches overhead.


    Back underground beneath the royal capital of Ecbatana lurked the gray-robed elder. It was he who had summoned seven sorcerers, dispatching them to incur ever more bloodshed upon Pars. Thus it was that one of those now met his end. Of course, however, Narses hadn''t even the slightest inkling of this.


    Afarid, nimbly jumping down from the tree branch, praised Narses excitedly.


    "Narses, Narses, you''re amazing, aren''t ya. Strong, and smart to boot. Takin'' care of that freak with a trick like that!"


    "So everyone tells me."


    A shameless response, but that showed just how far Narses could afford to push it. Afarid pressed a slender finger to her shapely chin as if she were considering something, but soon enough voiced a question.


    "Narses, you''re how old again?"


    "Twenty-six, why do you ask?"


    "Hm, over twenty-five, huh? Was thinking maybe a little younger."


    " Sorry for betraying your expectations."


    "Nah, it''s fine. We''re exactly ten years apart, makes it easy to remember. More dependable when there''s a bit of an age gap too."


    Narses, not at all like the dauntless genius he was supposed to be, winced ever so slightly. Sensing, it seemed, a rather ominous mood of sorts, he fell silent.


    The girl, in the meantime, as ifing to an agreement with herself, continued, "Gotta wait two more years though. My Ma and her Ma and her Ma''s Ma all tied the knotin the ninth month of their eighteenth year."


    "I don''t particrly have any interest in your family history. More importantly, now that we can finally sup in peace"


    "My cooking ain''t too shabby, y''know."


    "You  just what exactly have you been trying to get at!?"


    The girl stared intently at Narses.


    "How thick can ya get. You really still don''t get it?"


    Narses was speechless.


    3. If it suits your taste then great, but if not, I''ll just go ahead and remake it!"


    As the girl entered the house with a lively spring to her step, Narses gazed after her in a stupor.


    " What a fine mess this has be."


    ²~5 m


    ³Respectively: beer (see notes re: correction), lentil soup, hotcakes (pancakes)