The New World

Chapter Sixteen

32nd day, Month of the Hawk, Year of the Rat

Last Year of Imperial Prince Cyron’s Court

163rd Year of the Komyr Dynasty

737th Year since the Cataclysm

Plains of Tsengui, Nalenyr

Prince Pyrust recognized Virisken Soshir as a kindred spirit the very moment he laid eyes on the man. Though Soshir appeared unkempt and harried, having retreated from the fall of Tsatol Deraelkun accounted for his condition. Rumors casting him as an ancient Mystic returned to help the Empress destroy her enemy intrigued the Prince-as any military experience was quite welcome.

What Pyrust found most agreeable was the way others reacted. The core of his cadre were all xidantzu — independent, strong, and talented individuals. Despite that, they were clearly ready to die for him. Even the boy with the withered arm looked as if prepared to cut Pyrust down at the flick of Soshir’s finger.

Pyrust had come south to the Plains of Tsengui with most of the troops he’d brought into Nalenyr. He’d deployed on the plains with two armies of his best-trained Desei troops in the center. An equivalent force made up of Naleni troops occupied the left flank. Count Linel Vroan took up the right flank with an army of troops drawn from Nalenyr’s rebellious western provinces. The Prince held two armies of Desei militia in reserve, ready to reinforce as needed.

As the Prince stood with Soshir and Vroan on a hill in twilight, the xidantzu ’s displeasure with the arrangement became evident.

“What is it you disapprove of, Master Soshir?”

“The position won’t hold.”

Linel Vroan, tall and arrogant, snorted with disgust. “The Plains of Tsengui have seen many battles. The Prince has stationed our troops upslope of the stream running through the center. We’ve dammed it at the eastern edge to flood the lands near the escarpment. This doubly wards our flank. It also allows us to concentrate our troops here, astride the road, to block the passage.”

Soshir looked up at the Prince. “Your placement of troops is flawless. Turning the battlefield’s edge into a marsh is likewise good. Were you fighting a conventional force, they would think twice before engaging you. The kwajiin will not. They will break through your lines.”

Disgust filled Vroan’s words. “Do not think our men cowards simply because your troops broke and lost Tsatol Deraelkun.”

Soshir slowly turned his attention on the Naleni lord. “You assume many things, my lord. You are a fool. You believe Tsatol Deraelkun was unassailable. For it to be lost, therefore, betokens a failure of the troops defending it.”

Vroan’s eyes narrowed. “You deny this is what happened? You had defeated a force twice the size of that which broke the fortress. How else does one interpret what happened?”

Pyrust raised his half hand. “I believe, Count Vroan, Master Soshir wishes us to consider the possibility that the enemy we face was able to accomplish with an army and a half that which had never been accomplished before. These are some remarkable circumstances, after all.”

Vroan laughed. “Yes, war-moles and giant, stone-throwing apes. Nightmare creatures to explain away cowardice.”

Soshir pointed off to the right flank. “If that is what you believe, Count Vroan, then you should move your troops. It’s the Virine forces that retreated from Tsatol Deraelkun which hold your flank.”

“I don’t need them.” Vroan spat. “Let them go north with Count Derael and the Virine princeling. They can all cower in Moriande.”

Where you would no doubt be happy, Count Vroan, had you supplanted Prince Cyron. Pyrust extended his hand. “Please, my lord, calm yourself. I believe, Master Soshir, you can understand Vroan’s discomfort. We were hoping to invest our forces in Tsatol Deraelkun to stop the invasion. Instead, when we met your scouts, we stopped here and made the best of our situation. Historically this has been a good position.”

“I do not argue that point, Highness. It is just that, historically, no one has ever faced a force like this.” Soshir shook his head. “You should pull the main bulk of troops back to Moriande.”

“And surrender half the nation?” Vroan threw his arms wide. “We cannot concede that much territory to them.”

Soshir ignored his protest. “You will force them to lay siege to the city and stretch their supply lines. You can keep forces in the field to attack their supplies. Laying siege to a city like Moriande will require an incredible force, and even if they field it, they have to feed it. You can bleed them. You can raid into Erumvirine. You can force them to focus elsewhere. Nelesquin will tire of his war when things slow down.”

Pyrust frowned. “You truly believe Prince Nelesquin- the Prince Nelesquin-has returned from the grave to lead this force of kwajiin?”

“I have seen him with my own eyes. I’ve spoken with him. Yes, Count Vroan, you can mock me if you wish. I shall not challenge you since this force needs your troops. But I pray Grija does not take you, because I shall demand an accounting of your affronts later.”

Vroan sneered. “Your flesh will be more easily pinked than your vanity.”

“No, that is where you confuse my motivations with your own, my lord.” Soshir gestured off to the south. “I don’t care what your opinion of me or my troops is. We’ve shed enough blood; for good or ill, your opinion is of no consequence. What makes me angry is the appalling stupidity that locks you into believing you know your enemy, your battlefield, and history well enough to decide this is the place where you will be the victor.

“You say battles on these plains have brought victories to Naleni forces, but you do not ask yourself who actually fought here. A hundred and twenty years go, I was here and fought to defend Nalenyr. Before the Cataclysm, I was here again and so was Nelesquin. We fought together here and won a great victory. I know this ground better than you, and so does he. Just as he shaped a plan to take Tsatol Deraelkun, so he has a plan for defeating an army here.”

Pyrust stroked his half hand over his chin. “What do you think it is?”

“I would be lying if I told you I knew. Come.” Soshir turned and entered the tent that served as Pyrust’s command center. He crossed to the table, where a map of Nalenyr had been laid out. He tapped a finger against their current position.

“He knows there will be a force waiting for him here. It makes sense. So, he sends a force in that will engage your troops. He can take his time coming up through the mountains because your supply lines are stretched as thin as his.”

Soshir pointed to the mountains on either side of the pass through which the Imperial Road ran. “There are other passes through the mountains. They’re small and scattered. Normally getting troops through them is ill-advised because linking back up to a larger force is difficult. Nelesquin, however, has flying creatures that can carry several men. He can use them to coordinate troop movements.”

Pyrust nodded. “You’re saying he could infiltrate units all along the border? Do you think he would use them to disrupt our supply lines?”

“I don’t know. I thought his loathing for tunnels would preclude anything like his giant moles. But perhaps he’s learned.”

“Perhaps he’s not Nelesquin.”

Soshir’s head snapped around. “If that is true, Count Vroan, we have an even bigger problem. You see, if it is Nelesquin, then we know he’s trying to consolidate the Empire. If it isn’t-if it is just someone pretending to be him, who has somehow garnered the power to create the kwajiin — then we have no clue as to his motivation. As nearly as we can tell, his troops slaughtered everything in the eastern half of Erumvirine. He has a foothold there. Could be he has colonized it and that’s where he gets new troops.”

Pyrust shook his head. “It would take fifteen years at least to raise a new crop of warriors. Twenty would be better.”

“I hope you’re right, but the fact is that we’ve no idea how many troops he’s fielded. His vhangxi are animals, but they’ve torn apart troops the equal of any we have in the field. The kwajiin are as fierce fighters as I have ever seen.” Soshir glanced at Vroan. “And you’d best not make any comments about my experience. I am jaecaiserr, and kwajiin swords have cut me more than once.”

Vroan chewed his lower lip and said nothing.

Pyrust traced a finger over the map. “If he did slip troops through the mountains, he could use them to harass our lines. Were I he, I might push a larger force through and go raiding through the western Naleni marches, into Ixun.”

“I don’t disagree, but then we know more of Naleni politics than he is likely to.” Soshir folded his arms. “I would not blame you, Count Vroan, if you returned to Ixun to safeguard your home.”

The slender man’s chin came up. “If Nalenyr falls, Ixun will go with it. The battle will be decided here.”

Soshir shook his head. “You’re still not listening to me. Nelesquin knows how to fight this ground. It may not look it to you, but this is a trap. Withdraw. Strike at his flanks. Raid his supplies. Send troops into Erumvirine.”

Pyrust listened. The urgency in Soshir’s voice underscored the wisdom of his words. They were facing a foe they did not know, who might well have superior troops-thousands of them. To take up a position and adopt a strategy in the face of so many unknowns was foolishness.

“Understand something, Master Soshir. Your assessment of the enemy may be accurate-and I base this on your experience in Erumvirine alone, not your history with Prince Nelesquin. I shall even break one of my reserves down into regiments and send them east and west to find any troops Nelesquin has sent through the mountains. That said, I feel I must make a stand here. You may be correct that Nelesquin knows this site, but we both know there is no better spot between here and Moriande to oppose an army.”

The xidantzu nodded reluctantly. “There is no arguing that point.”

“I find myself, therefore, on the horns of a dilemma. If I act on what you have told me and it turns out that you have erred on the side of caution, withdrawal could jeopardize the whole of Nalenyr. While Moriande can doubtless hold out against the army for a while, if we are bottled up there, Nelesquin could pour past, take Helosunde and Deseirion, and then return for Moriande.”

“If he shatters your force here, he’ll do that anyway.”

“Yes, but he will have fewer troops with which to do it.” Pyrust shrugged. “There is another problem, of course.”

“Which is?”

“The Empress Cyrsa has commanded me to stop Nelesquin here.”

Soshir blinked. “Then the Imperial crown on the unit banners was not to annoy Nelesquin? The Empress has returned?”

Pyrust nodded solemnly. “She has.”

Soshir looked toward the tent flap. “I saw none of the troops that have been waiting in Ixyll.”

“I don’t know if those troops are myth or not.” The Prince rubbed his half hand over his jaw. “She said nothing about them.”

The xidantzu frowned. “I had an apprentice who was traveling through Ixyll to awaken her. Did he succeed?”

Pyrust shook his head. “I do not know. The Empress had long since left her sanctuary. She’s been here for eons, waiting and watching, creating her own intelligence network. You certainly knew of her: the Lady of Jet and Jade.”

Soshir blinked with disbelief. “That cannot be.”

Vroan nodded. “I confirm it. I met her before I left Moriande. She was the Lady of Jet and Jade. My first wife was once a student of hers.”

Soshir rubbed a hand over his forehead. “How could I not have seen it? She was Paryssa.”

Vroan nodded slightly. “You called her Paryssa, after the flower?”

Soshir looked up, his expression open and unguarded. “It was after a scent she favored before she became Empress. When I later met the Lady of Jet and Jade, she burned paryssa incense. I called her that. Part of me may have remembered, but…”

The man’s reaction to the news fascinated Pyrust, primarily because it revealed an unexpected side of him. Virisken Soshir, if camp gossip was to be credited at all, had a soul of iron armored in steel, and the combat skills to keep that armor untouched.

And yet, at the mention of a woman, he has softened abruptly. Is that love? Pyrust thought fleetingly of his wife, Jasai, seeking a similar reaction. He certainly had felt something for her. Pride. Anticipation for the child she was carrying. He might have even labeled what he felt love, but it burned so much more coldly in him than it did in Soshir.

“She’s in Moriande now. She stopped me from killing Cyron.”

“And ordered you down here to destroy her enemy.” Soshir nodded. “Did she…?”

“There doubtless would have been orders for you, had she known you were here.” Pyrust shrugged. “She likely thinks you in Ixyll with your apprentice.”

“Of course. You’re right.” Soshir nodded. “Will you have your dispatch rider convey a message for me?”

Pyrust nodded. “A rider will leave at dawn. A reply could come as early as the next day.”

“Thank you, Highness.”

Pyrust bowed his head. “Of course, your troops are welcome here. I trust they are eager to kill more of the kwajiin.”

“As many as we are able, Highness.” Soshir’s eyes tightened. “This is not the place I would choose to die, but for killing, it will suffice.”