Explorers Of Gor

16
Kisu

"Get back!" I shouted, striking at it with the shovel. The edge of the shovel struck, cutting, at the side of its snout. It hissed. The noise is incredibly loud, or seems so, when one is close to it. I saw the pointed tongue. The jaws distended, more than a yard in height, with the rows of backward-leaning fangs.

I had managed to get my foot on the lower jaw and, with the shovel, pry up the jaw, releasing the hold on the lacerated leg of Ayari, who, bleeding, scrambled back. I had felt the draw of his chain against my own collar.

I thrust the shovel out again, against the upper teeth, thrusting back, shouting.

Other men, too, to the right of Ayari and to my left, screamed, and struck at it with their shovels.

Eyes blazing it backed away, twisting, small legs, with the stubby, clawed feet, stabbing at the water. Its gigantic tail thrashed, striking a man, hurling him back a dozen feet. The water was to my thighs. I pushed back again, with the shovel. The transparent eyelids on the beast, under the scaly eyelids, closed and opened. It hissed more, its tongue sopping at the blood of Ayari in its mouth.

"Back!" cried the askari, in the inland language, with his torch, thrusting it into the beast's mouth.

It roared with pain. Then, thrashing, squirming, hissing, it backed off in the shallow water. I saw its eyes and snout, nostrils open, almost level with the water.

"Away! Away!" shouted the askari, in the inland speech, brandishing his torch. Another askari, at his side, armed with a lance, gripping it with two hands, shouted, too, ready to support his fellow.

Interestingly the incident did not much affect the work in the area. From where I stood I could see hundreds of men, workmen and askaris, and many rafts, some weighted with supplies, others with logs and tools, some with mud and earth we had dug out of the swampy terrain, mud and earth which would be used to bank the flanking barricades, that the area in which we worked might be drained, that a proper channel might later be excavated.

"Are you all right?" I asked Ayari.

He wiped the flies away from his head. "I think I am sick." he said.

There was blood in the water about his leg.

"Return to work," said the askari with the torch, wading near us.

"You have had a narrow escape," I told Ayari.

He threw up into the water.

"Can you work?" asked the askari.

Ayari's leg seemed to buckle under him. He half fell in the water. "I cannot stand," he said.

I supported him.

"It is well that I am on the rogues' chain," grinned Ayari.

"Never before have I been so pleased with my profession," said he. "Had I not been chained, doubtless I would have been pulled away."

"That is quite possible," I told him.

Ayari was of Schendi, a thief. He had been put on the work levy for the canal of Bila Huruma. Schendi was using the misfortune of the levies in order, as much as possible, to rid itself of its less desirable citizens. I supposed she could scarcely be blamed. Ayari, of Schendi, of course, spoke Gorean. Happily, for me, he could also speak the tongue of the court of Bila Huruma. His father had, many years ago, fled from an inland village, that of Nyuki, noted for its honey, on the northern shore of lake Ushindi. The incident had had to do with the theft of several melons from the chief's patch. His father had returned some five years later to purchase his mother. They had then lived in Schendi. The inland speech hail been spoken in the home. It is estimated that some five to eight percent of the people of Schendi are familiar with the inland speech.

"Can you work?" asked the askari of Ayari.

Such simple phrases I could now make out, thanks to Ayari's tutoring.

More impressive to me was Ayari's capacity to read the drums, though, I am told, this is not difficult for anyone who can speak the inland speech fluently. Analogues to the major vowel sounds of the inland speech are found in certain of the drum notes, which differ, depending on where the hollowed, grooved log, is struck. The rhythm of the drum message, of course, is the rhythm of the inland speech. Thus, on the drum it is possible to duplicate, in effect, the vowels and intonation contours of inland sentences. When one adds to this certain additional drum signals corresponding, in effect, to keys to the message or to certain consonantal ciphers, one has, in effect, a direct, effective, ingenious device at one's disposal. given the drum relays, for long-distance communication. A message may be conveyed by means of drum stations for hundreds of pasangs in less than an Ahn. Needless to say Bila Huruma had adopted and improved this device and it had played, and continued to play, its role in the effectiveness of his military machine and in the efficiency of the administration of his ubarate. As a communication device it was clearly superior to the smoke and beacon ciphers of the north. There was, as far as I knew, nothing on Gor to compare with it except, of course; the advanced technological equipment at the disposal of the Priest-Kings and Kurii, equipment of a sort generally forbidden, in the weapons and communication laws, to most Gorean humans. I found it astonishing, and I think most Goreans would have, even those of Schendi, that a ubarate of the size and sophistication of that of Bali Huruma could exist in the equatorial interior. One of the most amazing evidences of its scope and ambition was the very project in which I was now unwillingly engaged, the visionary attempt to join Lakes Ushindi and Ngao, separated by more than four hundred pasangs, by a great canal, a canal that would, via Lake Ushindi and the Nyoka and Kamba rivers, then link the mysterious Ua river, it flowing into Lake Ngao, to gleaming Thassa, the sea, a linkage that would, given the Ua, open up to the civilized world the riches of the interior, riches that must then pass through the ubarate of Bila Huruma.

"Can you work?" repeated the askari to Ayari.

"No," said Ayari.

"Then I must have you killed," said the askari.

"I have made a speedy recovery," said Ayari.

"Good," said the askari and waded away, holding his torch above the water, The other askari, he with the tharlarion lance, accompanied him.

In a few moments the mud raft, of logs bound together with lianas, to be loaded with excavated mud, was again poled to our vicinity.

"Can you dig?" I asked Ayari.

"No," he said.

"I will dig for you," I said.

"You would, wouldn't you?" he asked.

"Yes," I said.

"I will dig for myself," he said.

"How is your leg?" I asked.

"It is still there," he said.

Most of the workers on the canal were not chained. Most were impressed free men.

Waters from the overflow of Lake Ngao entered the great marsh between Ngao and Ushindi, and, thence, made their ways to Ushindi, which, by means of the Kamba and Nyoka, drained to gleaming Thassa, the sea. The intent of the engineers of Bila Huruma was to set in place two parallel walls, low walls, some five or six feet high, placed about two hundred yards apart. The area between these walls, the marsh waters diverted on either side, was then to be drained and readied for the digging of the main channel. In this work draft tharlarion and great scoops, brought from the north, as well as gigantic work crews, would be used. In the event that the central channel, when completed, would not prove sufficient to handle the overflow of Ngao, as seemed likely, conducting it geometrically to Ushindi, side channels were contemplated. The eventual intent of Bila Huruma was not only to open the rain forests of the deep interior, and whatever might lie within the system of the Ua and her tributaries, to commercial exploitation and military expansion, but to drain the marshes between the two mighty lakes, Ushindi and Ngao, that that land, then reclaimed, thousands of square pasangs, might eventually be made available for agriculture. It was the intent of Bila Huruma not only to consolidate a ubarate but found a civilization.

I slapped at insects.

"Work," said an askari, wading by.

I shoveled another load of mud from the marsh and flung it on the mud raft.

"Work, work," said the askari, encouraging others along the chain.

I looked about myself, at the hundreds of men I could see from where I stood. "This is an impressive project," I said to Ayari.

"Doubtless we can be pleased that we are a humble part of so mighty an undertaking," he mused.

"I suppose so," I said.

"On the other hand," said Ayari, "I would be content to surrender my part in this noble endeavor to others more worthy than myself."

"I, too," I admitted.

"Dig," said an askari.

We continued to shovel mud onto the mud raft.

"Our only hope," said a man to my left, also, like Ayari, from Schendi, "are the hostile tribes."

"That is some hope," said Ayari. "If it were not for the askaris they would fall upon us with their slaughtering knives."

"Surely there is resistance to the canal," I said.

"There are the villages of the Ngao region, on the northern shore," said Ayari. "There is trouble there."

"That is the most organized resistance," said the man on my left.

"The canal is expensive," I said. "It must constitute a financial strain on the coffers of the ubarate of Bila Huruma. This must generate discontent in his court. The work levies, too, must be resented by the villages."

"Those of Schendi, too," said Ayari, "are not too pleased with the project."

"They fear Bila Huruma," I said.

"Yes," said Ayari.

"There are mixed feelings in Schendi," said the man to my left. "She would stand to profit if the canal were completed."

"That is true," said Ayari.

There was shouting from ahead. Askaris rushed forward.

"Lift me up," said Ayari. He was not large.

I lifted him to my shoulders.

"What is it?" asked the man to my left.

"It is nothing," said Ayari. "It is only a raiding party of three or four men. They threw their spears and then fled. The askaris are pursuing them."

I lowered Ayari again to the water.

"Was anyone killed?" asked the man to my left.

"No," said Ayari. "The workers saw them and withdrew."

"Last night," said the man, "ten men were killed." He looked at us. "And none were chained," he said.

"It is true," said Ayari, "that we would be much at the mercy of such raiders."

"It is unlikely that such, however," I said, "could truly do more than delay the progress of the canal,"

"Yes," said Ayari.

"Could they not free and arm the work crews?" asked the man to my left.

"The men of the work crews are not of their tribes," said Ayari. "You think like one of Schendi, not one of the interior." Ayari waved at the lines of men behind us. "Besides," said he, "most of these men are, in their way, loyal subjects of Bila Huruma. When their work tours are finished they return to their villages. Most of them would not be again impressed for labor for two or three years."

"Ah," said the man to my left, disgustedly.

"There are two obvious ways in which Bila Huruma might be stopped," said Ayari. "First, he must be defeated. Second, he might be killed."

"The first," I said, "Is unlikely, considering his army and Its training. There is nothing in these terrains which is likely to be able to meet it in open battle."

"There are the rebels of the northern shore of Ngao," said the man.

"How can they be rebels?" I asked.

"Bila Huruma, in virtue of the discoveries of Shaba," said Ayari, "has claimed all lands in the Lake Ngao region. Those who oppose him are thus rebels."

"I see now," I said. "To be sure, the distinctions of statecraft sometimes elude me."

"It is basically simple," said Ayari. "One determines what one wishes to prove and then arranges one's principles in such a way that the desired conclusion follows as a demonstrable consequence."

"I see," I said.

"Logic is as neutral as a knife," he said.

"But what of truth?" I asked.

"Truth is more troublesome," he admitted.

"I think you would make an excellent diplomat," I said.

"I have been a fraud and charlatan all my life," said Ayari. "There would thus be no transition to make."

"Five days ago," said the man to my left, "hundreds of askaris, in canoes, went past us, east, before you were entered upon our chain."

"Their objective?" I asked.

"To meet and defeat in battle the rebel forces of Kisu, former Mfalme of the Ukungu villages."

"If they are successful," said Ayari, "that will finish organized resistance to Bila Huruma."

"They will be successful," said the man.

"Why did you say 'former Mfalme'?" I asked.

"Bila Huruma," he said, "it is well known, has bought off the chieftains of the Ukungu region. In council they have deposed Kisu and, placed their leader, Aibu, in power. Kisu then withdrew with some two hundred warriors, loyal to him. to continue the fight against Bila Huruma."

"In the arts of politics," said Ayari, complacently, "gold is more insidious than steel."

"He should withdraw to the forests, to continue the fight from there," I said.

"War from the forests," said Ayari, "is effective only against an enemy which is weak or humane. The weak enemy lacks the power to exterminate the population of the forest. The humane enemy will not do so. Bila Huruma, unfortunately, I fear, is neither weak nor humane."

"Surely he must be stopped," I said.

"Perhaps he could be killed," said Ayari.

"He is well guarded, surely," said the man to my left.

"Surely," said Ayari.

"Our only hope," said the man to my left, "is a victory by the forces of Kisu."

"Five days ago" said Ayari, "the askaris went east to engage him in battle."

"Perhaps, by now," said the man to my left, "the battle has taken place."

"No," I said. "It is surely too soon."

"Why?" asked Ayari.

"Kisu is severely outnumbered," I said. "He would maneuver for position. He would choose his time of battle with great care."

"Unless it were forced upon him," said Ayari.

"How could that be?" I asked.

"Do not underestimate the efficiency of the askaris of Bila Huruma," said Ayari.

"You speak," I said. "as though they were professional warriors, under astute generalship, skilled in scouting, in flanking and cutting off retreats."

"Listen!" said Ayari. He held up his hand.

"I hear it," I said. "Can you make it out?"

"Quiet!" said Ayari. "I am listening."

It was only some two pasangs away, ahead of us, and nearing us. But, in a moment its message was taken up from behind us, some four pasangs down the workway, west, leading toward Ushindi. It would then, swiftly, station to station, be transmitted back to the grass palace of Bila Huruma.

"The forces of Kisu have been met in battle and defeated." said Ayari. "That is the message of the drum."

Askaris about us were lifting their weapons over their heads and shouting with pleasure.

Behind us, further down the workway, too, men were shouting with pride, many lifting their shovels.

"Look!" said Ayari.

I could see the craft now. It was a shallow-drafted, dismasted dhow. It was being drawn by dozens of men, wading in the marsh, pulling on ropes. They wore slave collars. They were chained together, in groups of eight or ten, by the neck. Askaris, some wading, some in canoes, flanked them. The askaris were jubilant, resplendent in their skins and feathers, with their golden necklaces and armlets, their narrow, tufted shields and short-handled stabbing spears. On the foredeck of the dhow there was mounted a log drum. On this, methodically, an askari drummer, with two long sticks, was heating out, again and again, the message of victory. Many askaris, too, rode the dhow, mostly officers, judging from the arrangements of their gold and feathers, for it is by these things, serving as insignia, that their rankings to those who could read them, as I could not, were made clear. Behind the dhow, some wading and others in canoes, came more than a thousand askaris. In place of the mast on the dhow, mounted in the mast socket, was a «T» frame with a small crossbar mounted on the vertical beam. On this «T» frame a man was chained. His arms were placed over and behind the horizontal bar of the frame, his hands chained together, the chain running before his body, holding him to the frame. His feet had been positioned on the small crossbar. His ankles were also chained, a loop of chain holding them close to the vertical beam. He was a large man, with tattooing. He had apparently been wounded and, surely, had been much beaten. I thought that he might be dead but, as the dhow came closer, I saw him, possibly revived by the shouting and noise, raise his head. He then straightened his body and, as he could, stood proudly, head high, surveying us, on the frame.

The askaris pointed their spears at him, and turned to us, and shouted.

There was no mistaking the name they cried, "Kisu!" they cried. "Kisu! Kisu!"

"It is Kisu," said Ayari.