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"The lesson didn't sink in. One dirty trick... That whole campaign is going to go to Hell now. Karim was the only one who understood what I wanted. The only one who knew the whole plan. I wonder if they got anything out of him? What kind of an arrangement did he make... ? I have to go out there. I'm the only one who can keep it moving. The only one who can get that whoreson bin Yousif. I'll leave el-Kader here. He knows this project. He can finish up."
Before El Murid commented or could ask questions his brother-in-law rushed away. An hour later Mowaffak reported that Nassef had ridden east with a large band of Invincibles.
El-Kader assumed Nassef's role smoothly. He forced Du
Nassef's dam collapsed the day following that. The flood severely damaged the dike facings on the city's outer island. Natives muttered about omens.
We have had too much talk about Fate and omens lately, El Murid thought. And I am as guilty as the worst of them. It's time for a sermon of admonition. We're back-sliding.
He was preparing the speech when Esmat relayed the report from the observer they had sent to Ipopotam.
"The lot? All six killed?" El Murid demanded. "That's hard to believe, Esmat. They were the best."
"Nevertheless, Lord. Our man didn't see who or how, unfortunately. He simply found them dead on the road. The natives wouldn't tell him what had happened. He returned before he suffered the same fate."
"All right. It's too late to save the next regular courier. What's our supply look like? We should be in fair shape. Things have been going well. I haven't called you much lately."
"True, Lord. I'd guess sixteen days. Longer if we ration."
"Oh. Not as good as I thought. Too tight, in fact." His nerves began to fray. "Find el-Kader."
The argument with el-Kader became bitter. Stu
El Murid felt foolish as he replied, "The Lord wills it."
"What?" Sarcastically, el-Kader observed, "Then the Lord has become a ni
"It has to be done," El Murid insisted. But he could muster none of the fiery conviction that usually fueled his statements. El-Kader's resistance stiffened. It was plain that his prophet's demands had nothing to do with the Lord's will. "General, it's necessary that my domains encompass those of Ipopotam."
"Oh?" el-Kader mused. "Your domains?" Louder, "I think I understand, Lord. And I suggest you find a diplomatic solution. The Itaskians are moving. Their army is like none we've faced before. I'll need every man to fight them. The future of the Kingdom of Peace will be decided on the Scarlotti, not in Ipopotam."
"There isn't time... Are you refusing me?"
"I'm sorry, Lord. I am. I must. My conscience won't let me favor one man's vice over the welfare of the Host of Illumination."
El Murid exploded. "How admirable you are, el-Kader. I'd applaud did I not know you a thief and profiteer. I take it that it's within the scope of your conscience to let your relatives plunder their countrymen?"
El-Kader's face became taut. But he ignored the remark. "Lord, if the Itaskians defeat us... "
"I order you to move against Ipopotam!" He was becoming more frightened with every second of delay.
"And I refuse, Lord. With all due respect. However, if you get the Scourge of God to direct me otherwise... "
"There isn't time for that!" El Murid glared at the richly decorated walls of what, till a few days earlier, had been the private audience chamber of the King of Du
El-Kader stiffened. It was no secret that Hali was El Murid's liaison with the Harish cult.
Hali stepped inside. His eyes were cold. His face was dead.
"Will you reconsider, General?" El Murid demanded.
"I'll give you the western recruits and ten thousand of our own people. Nothing more. I won't go myself. I have to defend the Scarlotti line."
El Murid's jaw tightened. This el-Kader was stubborn. Not even fear of the Harish would compel him to abandon his duty. He would yield nothing more.
He was a valuable man. No need wasting him in anger. "Mowaffak, I appoint you commander of the army just created. We're going to occupy Ipopotam."
Hali's right eyebrow rose almost imperceptibly. "As you command, Lord. When shall we begin?" El Murid glanced away. El-Kader did not. Hali shrugged as if to say, "What can I do?"
"Immediately, Mowaffak. And I'll accompany you." A growing, unreasoning panic taunted him. He felt the walls of the universe closing in. "That's all. Both of you. Get out of here. Give the orders. There isn't much time."
Two days after the Disciple's departure southward, two bedraggled, confused Itaskian survivors of Karim's Altean debacle reached Du
The general continued preparing for the advent of the northern army, unaware that its commander and his own were co-conspirators.
Sidi and Yasmid, left behind by their father, drove their Invincible babysitters to distraction with their bickering. They always squabbled when their father was absent.
Sidi was young, but perfectly aware that he was being deprived of his patrimony. He was possessed by a growing, diamond-hard hatred for his sister.
Chapter Twelve:
END OF A LEGEND
T he death of Karim did not halt the invasion of Altea. The Host of Illumination came on, but its advance became confused, frenetic, without direction. The war bands simply roamed, killed, raped, and destroyed. The warriors did not know what their goals were.
"I'm exhausted, Beloul," Haroun said. "There're just too many of them." He lay back on a grassy hillside, staring at a sky that promised rain. "This charging here to stop this band and there to... "
Beloul settled to the grass beside him, sitting cross-legged. "It's grinding us all down, Lord." He plucked a stem of grass and rolled it between his fingers, squeezing out the juice. "We can't sustain it."
"We have to. If they break through here... If they finish Altea and Kavelin, and manage their treachery with the Itaskian Duke... What'll be left? It'll be over."
"I doubt it, Lord. The Guildsmen will continue. We'll fight. And the thieves will fall out soon enough. Can you imagine El Murid being satisfied with half the spoils? When he wants an empire spa
"Despair stalks me, Beloul. I don't think he can be stopped. He's done the impossible."
"No war is over till the last battle is fought, Lord."
"You begin to sound like Radetic."
Beloul shrugged. "With age comes wisdom, Lord. And Radetic was both old and wise. For a foreigner. Let us recount our victories instead of forecounting our defeats. Karim is gone. The Duke's treachery has been forestalled."
"Who's that there?"
"What?"
"Someone's coming."
"Looks like Shadek."
El Senoussi cantered up. "There's news from Du
"At last. You look grim, Shadek. Is it that bad?"
"It's worse, Lord. A man's face can't express it."
Haroun threw an I told you look at Beloul. "Well?"
"The Scourge of God has kept his promise. He took the city."
Haroun surged into a sitting position. "What? Don't joke, Shadek. That's impossible."