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  “Not all Trogites are as corrupt as the cattle-buyers I’m sure you’ve encountered in the past, Prince Ekial,” the young man said. He hesitated slightly. “Just out of curiosity, what price will the Malavi demand for a cow this season?”

  “We haven’t quite decided yet. I’d imagine that it’ll be about the same as it was last year.”

  “I rather thought that might be the case. When you go home, you might want to tell your friends that you could get four or five times as much as the cattle-buyers have been paying you. The cattle-buyers have been swindling your people for generations now. When they sell one of the cows you sold them, they demand ten times as much as they paid you. I’ve seen the cattle-markets, Prince Ekial, so I know what I’m talking about. The cattle-buyers will scream and wave their arms about, but they will pay what you demand.”

  Ekial stared at the young Trogite, and then he suddenly laughed. “I think I just found a friend, Dahlaine,” he said. Then he looked at the youthful Trogite. “We can talk about this later, Keselo. What moved you to tell me this, though? I thought that all Trogites are swindlers.”

  “Not quite all of us, Prince Ekial. You’ll meet Commander Narasan before long, and he’s probably the most honorable man in the world.” Keselo smiled faintly. “There are bad Trogites, and then there are good ones.”

  “We come up against the same sort of thing in the Land of Malavi,” Ekial agreed.

  “That’s been going around a lot lately,” Keselo said with no hint of a smile.

  As Ekial settled down to sleep in the room somewhere near the back of the huge stone house, he realized that he actually liked the young Trogite. Of course, the information Keselo had just given him could very well turn out to be incredibly valuable when he got back to the meadowland. Evidently, not all the Trogites in the whole wide world were scoundrels. That jarred Ekial’s view of the world just a bit, but he was fairly sure that he could learn to live with it.

  It was just after dawn the following morning when Dahlaine came into the room where Ekial had intermittently slept, and he had a very handsome young man with him. “This is my younger brother, Veltan, Prince Ekial,” Dahlaine said. “This is his house—and his Domain, of course. I think it might be best if he were the one who introduced you to the outlanders.”

  “I’m honored to meet you, Prince Ekial,” Veltan said.

  “Likewise,” Ekial replied shortly. He looked at Dahlaine. “Are all these formalities really necessary?” he asked.

  “Well, sort of, I think,” Dahlaine replied. “We’ve got a wide variety of people here, and formality seems to keep the fights from breaking out every time we turn around. In just a few minutes you’ll be meeting Queen Trenicia of the Isle of Akalla. I’d advise you to step around her rather carefully. She’s a warrior woman—which might seem a bit peculiar to you—but I wouldn’t make an issue of it. She’s a proud, bad-tempered woman, and she reaches for her sword any time somebody says anything she doesn’t like.”

  Ekial smiled faintly. “A friend of mine—Ariga—rides a mare, and I’d swear that she’s the worst-tempered horse in all of Malavi. Females—animals as well as people—tend to get peculiar every so often.”

  “I wouldn’t say anything along those lines in front of our sisters, Prince Ekial,” Veltan said with a grin.

  “I’ll try to remember that,” Ekial said, rolling out of his bed. “I’ve given this a bit of thought, and I don’t think I should say very much to the local people or the outlanders during these little get-togethers. I’m here to learn, not to teach, so I’ll just watch and listen.”

  “That might be best, Prince Ekial.”

  “Do we really have to keep waving ‘prince’ around like that?” Ekial demanded.

  “It’s probably useful,” Veltan replied. “Rank seems to be terribly important to the outlanders, so let’s keep ‘prince’ right out where they can all see it.”

  The discussions in what Veltan called his “map-room” seemed just a bit silly to Ekial. The Trogites and Maags seemed to enjoy all sorts of picky little details when they were planning a war, and the term “forts” seemed to come up every time they turned around. Evidently the notion of making things up as they went along had never occurred to them. Of course, they had to walk to their wars and back again. The horses of the meadowland made things much simpler, and, probably even more significant, the Malavi could take advantage of the unexpected when it happened to crop up. Ekial carefully covered his mouth with his hand every time he felt a yawn coming up.

  “Tedious, aren’t they?” the tall native, Longbow, asked.

  Ekial flashed him a quick grin. “I noticed that myself. Do they really think that they can predict every single thing that’s going to happen when they encounter their enemy?”

  “The Maags are a little more flexible,” Longbow said. “The Trogites are very efficient, but they don’t like surprises.”

  Ekial had been a bit curious about the clothing of the natives. Their clothes were made of leather, much like the clothes of the Malavi, but they were softer and more flexible, and they had a golden color.

  “Does all this ‘venom’ business come anywhere at all close to the truth?” he asked the native.

  “Oh, yes,” Longbow replied. “Our enemy uses venom instead of swords, spears, and bows. That makes minor wounds—or even scratches—deadly.”

  “That might cause my people some very serious problems,” Ekial said. “If this venom can kill our horses, we’ll have to learn how to walk. That might take a lot of the fun out of this war.”

  “How long ago was it when your people started to tame horses?”

  “I haven’t the foggiest idea, Longbow—hundreds of years, I’d guess. The meadowland of Malavi is the natural home of animals that eat grass. We ride horses, and we eat cows—or sell them to the Trogites.” Ekial paused. “Do you happen to know that young Trogite called Keselo?”

  “Quite well,” Longbow replied.

  “Would you say that he’s honest?”

  “Yes. He always tells the truth. Why do you ask?”

  “I met him last night, and he told me that the Trogite cattle-buyers have been cheating my people for a long time now. Why would he betray his own people like that?”

  “Honesty. Keselo doesn’t like people who cheat.”

  Ekial grinned. “When these wars are all over, you might want to keep one of your ears pointed in the direction of the Land of Malavi. It’s quite some distance away from your part of the world, but you might still be able to hear the screaming when we tell the cattle-buyers how much they’re going to have to pay for the cows they want.”

  “Screaming is rather musical, I suppose,” Longbow said.

  “I sort of like it,” Ekial agreed, “particularly when it’s coming from somebody who thinks he can swindle me. How much longer do you think it’s going to be until somebody here decides to go on up into the mountains to look at the real ground instead of that imitation Veltan laid out?”

  “A few more days is about all.”

  “I think I’d better have a talk with Dahlaine,” Ekial said. “I’d like to go along with those people. I need to see where this war will really take place. My people wouldn’t be very comfortable in a land covered with trees.”

  “I’ll have a talk with Veltan,” Longbow said, “but if Dahlaine’s description of his Domain is at all accurate, he’ll want you and your friends in the central part—what his people call Matakan. It’s mostly grassland there.”

  “Now this is starting to make some sense,” Ekial said. “When the people here were talking about that first war, the word ‘trees’ kept coming up, and I was just about to tell Dahlaine that I wasn’t the least bit interested. If there’s open grassland in his part of the Land of Dhrall, I’ll go along with him—if we can reach an agreement about how much he’ll be willing to pay, of course.”

  3

  Ekial felt just a bit queasy during the voyage north to the mouth of the River Vash on board Skell’s shi
p, the Shark. The Maags advised him that what they called “seasickness” was not at all uncommon. Even men who’d spent most of their lives at sea had occasional bouts of the malady.

  His stomach settled down when the Shark sailed into the River Vash, and he started to feel better as soon as the ship stopped bouncing up and down on the waves.

  There were some fairly extended discussions about just how many men should form what was called “the advance party,” but Ekial had already decided that he wanted no part of creeping through the trees to reach the land at the top of the narrow draw the shepherd had discovered. “I wouldn’t be much good at that,” he advised Longbow. “I don’t like trees and bushes all that much. I start to get very jumpy when I can’t see for at least five miles.”

  “I think I can understand that,” Longbow said. “I feel much the same way when there aren’t any trees in the immediate vicinity. I’ll let you know what it’s like up there after I’ve had a chance to look it over.”

  The scouting party left at first light the following morning, and Ekial drifted on over to the Lark, the ship of Skell’s younger brother. “I wonder if you could give me any details about the war last spring,” he said to Torl.

  “It made me just a little nervous,” Torl admitted. “I guess trees are very pretty when you look at them from some way off, but when they’re gathered up all around me, it tends to tighten up my nerves.”

  “I know the feeling,” Ekial said. “There aren’t very many trees in the meadowland, and I think we’d like to keep it that way.” He hesitated. “As I understand it, you Maags have been at war with the Trogites for quite a long time now.”

  “I wouldn’t exactly call it a war, Ekial. We don’t have to fight them very often. When a Trogite ship-crew sees one of us coming, they usually just jump over the side into the water. They know that all we really want to do is rob them. We’ll kill them if it’s necessary, but we want their gold, not their lives.”

  Ekial laughed. “It seems that civilization is much more confusing than I’d thought.”

  “The Trogs would probably be offended if you called us civilized,” Torl said. “Do you have many wars in the Land of Malavi?” he asked.

  “A few, but only occasionally—usually when somebody tries to change the shape of the land. There were some fools a while back who wanted to try farming, but that didn’t turn out too well for them, since the horsemen kept burning off their crops. Then there was a clan just to the south of ours that dammed up a brook that had been our source of water for generations. I took a few friends along and we walked on up the streambed and tore their dam down. Now that I think about it, that’s the longest walk I’ve ever taken. The war lasted for a couple of years, but, since our land lay between their territory and the coast—where all the cattle-buyers do business—they couldn’t get rid of their cows. They gave up at that point.”

  “Did you ever have to fight the Trogites?”

  Ekial shrugged. “They invaded us once, but our clan-chiefs all went off to the coast and told the cattle-buyers that we wouldn’t sell them any cows until all their soldiers went home. That stopped their invasion right then and there. It would seem that the cattle-buyers pull a lot of weight in the empire, because the invading armies were ordered to go back home immediately.”

  “Money is sort of important to the Trogs, I guess,” Torl agreed.

  “Particularly when they can cheat people out of it,” Ekial added. Then he told Sorgan’s cousin about what young Keselo had told him about how much the Malavi should be demanding for their cows. “As soon as this war’s over, I’m quite sure that there’ll be quite a bit of weeping and wailing in the cattle-towns along the coast. When the price of a cow suddenly goes up to where it really ought to be, every cattle-buyer in those towns will break down and cry.”

  “Poor babies,” Torl said with mock sympathy. Then he squinted at Ekial. “As I understand it, your horses are usually just wild animals—until you and your people tame them. Is taming a horse very hard?”

  “That sort of depends on the horse,” Ekial replied. He told Torl about Beast and his nasty habits. “Poor old Beast died last year, and I sort of miss having him around,” he admitted.

  “Nothing lasts forever, Ekial,” Torl replied, “—except for the sea, of course.”

  The war in the basin above the Falls of Vash turned out to be much more complicated than Ekial had expected. The invasion of the bug-people was pretty much as Dahlaine had told him it would be—except that the bugs were larger but not quite so agile. Gunda’s wall and Keselo’s breastworks seemed to be doing what they were supposed to do, and the machines that threw fire at the enemies would have made horse-soldiers redundant.

  It was the second invasion that involved Trogite soldiers which opened all sorts of possibilities. It seemed to Ekial that the second invasion almost invited the standard Malavi “slash-and-run” tactics. Foot soldiers sort of plodded along without paying too much attention to what was going on around them, and that would have made them almost perfect victims had there been any Malavi horsemen in the vicinity. Ekial frowned then and made a slight correction. If the red-uniformed Church soldiers had been carrying bows and quivers of arrows, a Malavi charge could have turned into an absolute disaster. A sudden storm of bronze-tipped arrows raining down on a charging body of Malavi would kill men and horses indiscriminately, and the charge would never reach its goal. He made a mental note of that. No horsemen should ever attempt a charge against an enemy armed with bows.

  The thing that disturbed Ekial the most, however, was what Longbow called “The Sea of Gold.” Even after the little smith called Rabbit had more or less proved that it wasn’t gold, Ekial could not take his eyes off what appeared to be the greatest deposit of the precious metal in the entire world.

  “Don’t keep looking at it, Ekial,” Keselo advised. “It might just scramble your brains if you look too long.”

  “But it’s so pretty.”

  “I think that was the whole idea, but it’s out there for the Church soldiers to look at—not you or me. We know that it’s almost worthless, but they don’t. I think that was the whole idea. The Church of Amar is filled to the brim with greed, and that imitation gold out there raises that greed to the boiling point. As far as we’ve been able to determine, the Church soldiers—and the priests—aren’t even thinking coherently anymore, and that seems to have been the idea. The Church people will charge down that slope right into the hands—or whatever—of the bug-people. The men will kill the bugs, and the bugs will kill the men. When it’s all over, there won’t be any enemies of either kind left alive. It’s nothing but an elaborate trap, and you don’t want to be one of those caught in it.”

  “You speak very well, Keselo,” Ekial conceded. “Maybe I should go look at the mountains for a change.”

  “I would, if I were you.”

  Ekial found the discussions of “the unknown friend” more than a little confusing. It had seemed from the very beginning of this war in the southern part of the Land of Dhrall that Dahlaine and his family had been more or less in control of things, but it appeared that someone else had stepped in without any kind of warning, and this someone else could do things that were far beyond the capability of Dahlaine and the others. Dahlaine’s older sister seemed to take that as something in the nature of a personal insult, and Ekial found that to be a matter of great concern. He’d caught a few hints that Dahlaine and the others were nearing the end of what were called “cycles,” and they were no longer completely aware of what was happening.

  He began to have some second thoughts about having anything to do with this ongoing war in the Land of Dhrall. The pay promised to be very good, but still—

  The Maags and Trogites, with the help of Longbow and the archers, seemed to have things pretty much under control. The bug-people weren’t making much headway in their charges up the slope to the north of Gunda’s wall, and the soldiers of the Trogite Church were rushing up from the south with their minds shu
t down because of that “sea of gold.” The “unknown friend’s” command to stand aside made good sense to Ekial, but it seemed to stir up even more bickering and wild speculation among the leaders of the Land of Dhrall.

  Then when they were in the vicinity of the geyser that was the source of the Falls of Vash there came a deep rumble from far below the surface of the earth, and Dahlaine appeared out of nowhere in a blinding flash of light and told them to get clear of the area near the spouting geyser.

  The earth began to shudder violently under their feet as they ran off toward the comparative safety of the east rim of the grassy basin, and that convinced Ekial that he wanted no part of these wars in the Land of Dhrall. He was more than willing to take on people in any war in any part of the world, but when the world itself began to rumble and shudder, it was time to go home.

  “These geysers are not uncommon, I’ve been told,” Keselo advised them all as they stood on top of the easternmost tower of Gunda’s wall staring in awe at the thundering spout of water blasting out over the north slope. “They’re the result of vast pockets of water far below the surface of the earth—water that’s under extreme pressure. When there’s an earthquake in the region, the solid rock that’s holding all that water in place will crack, and the water will suddenly come blasting up from far down below.”

  “The next question is how long it’s going to take for that underground pond to run dry,” Sorgan Hook-Beak said.

  “I wouldn’t hold my breath, Captain,” Keselo replied. “I’ve heard that there’s a geyser off to the south of the empire that’s been spouting up into the air for several hundred years now. There’s no way that we could verify this, since those bodies of water are several miles below the surface, but some people who’ve studied them tell us that there are vast seas down there waiting for the chance to come up to the surface.”

  “Well, good for them,” Padan said with a broad grin. “If that part of the Wasteland is lower than the rest of it, and the water’s going to keep spouting out the way it’s doing right now, there’ll be a lake down there by the end of the week, and by this time next year, the lake will have become an inland sea.”