Warlords Of Gaikon

As he finally drifted off to a deep sleep, Blade couldn't help ru

Chapter 7

Eight hours of sound sleep later, Blade awoke feeling ready to face whatever the land of Gaikon might throw at him. But it was another hour before a heavy-eyed Yezjaro appeared. Judging from the circles under his eyes and the look of satisfaction on his face, the instructor had spent most of the night in bed but not much of it sleeping.

There was no sign of Captain Jawai, and Blade decided not to ask about him. One of the house dabuni supervised the serving of breakfast, but his face was as expressionless as one of the mats on the floor.

After swallowing down the last of his soup and porridge, Yezjaro stood up, stretched, and looked down at Blade.

«There is no reason for us to delay our departure any more-brother. And there is also no reason for me not to call you by your war name. Have you one?»

«My name is Blade.»

«Is that your war name or your house name?»

«In my homeland warriors have only a war name. It is a symbol of our dedication to war.»

«A very great dedication indeed. But I am not surprised. Your warriors must be exceptionally devoted to developing their skills, if you are typical of them. Although you seem to emphasize speed more than precision, if your style is typical of your homeland.»

«It is one style. We have many.»

«As it is with us. We will have much to teach each other, I suspect. But after we reach the castle of Lord Tsekuin and you are sworn into his service.» He began tying his sash and pulling on his sandals. «I have horses and traveling supplies ready for both of us, and my retainers are already mounted.»

Blade decided to ask, «Are we going to say farewell to Captain Jawai? He was our host, after all, and-«

«The thought does you honor, Blade,» said Yezjaro, with a faint smile. «But under the circumstances that ceremony would serve no purpose.»

The party included six mounted retainers, one of them carrying a ba

«Blade, you were asking about Captain Jawai, I believe?»

Blade followed Yezjaro's outstretched arm, to a small clearing at the top of the slope beside the trail. On top of a thick pole sat the severed head of Captain Jawai. A little crust of dried blood had already covered the upper foot or two of the pole. The captain's bony features were set in a mask of grisly agony, and a few eager flies had already clustered around the staring eyes.

Blade urged his horse forward until he was alongside Yezjaro and spoke in a low voice so that only the instructor could hear. «Did you have it in mind for things to come out this way?» He jerked a thumb at the impaled head.

Yezjaro threw Blade the unmistakable look of a man not sure whether he should answer a question or not. But after a moment he replied in an equally soft voice, «Yes, I was hoping for it.»

«May I ask why?»

«Quite simple. For many reasons the late Captain Jawai was unsuited for the post he held, particularly-«He broke off, hesitated, then began again. «He was unfit to protect the mines of Lord Tsekiun. But he would not resign. To have him dismissed or challenged and slain by one in Lord Tsekuin's service risked starting a feud within the ranks of the lord's own dabuni. This no wise man wished. It would give the Hongshu a great opportunity. But when I heard that a stranger who appeared warlike had come among us and already incurred the enmity of Jawai, I saw a clear path ahead.»

Blade nodded. «Yes.» His voice was deliberately cool. «If I slew Jawai or disgraced him so that he had to kill himself-«

«As he did.»

«I thought so. If that happened, you would be rid of Jawai. And if he slew me, at least there would be none of my family or sworn friends determined to avenge me and disrupt the peace of Lord Tsekuin's household. A wise plan, if you have such great need of peace.»

Yezjaro let the implied question pass him by. Instead he said, «You see clearly, Blade.»

«When it is a question of my life or my honor, Yezjaro, I can see very far and listen very well. I ask you not to forget that.»

Yezjaro nodded slowly. «I think I will take your advice, Blade.» The party moved on down the trail.

It was a journey of three full days and part of a fourth to Lord Tsekuin's castle. It was a slow and tedious journey, most of it over trails that were always winding and sometimes steep and narrow. But the small, shaggy horses of Gaikon seemed to be nearly as tough and sure-footed as mountain goats. There were no accidents, not even when they had to lead the horses one at a time across a rope-and-plank bridge swaying dizzily a hundred feet above a mist-filled gorge.

During those days Blade learned a great deal about life in Gaikon. Much of the knowledge was essential, however many strange words it might contain. Some of it was u

But some of what Blade needed to know he had to pry out of Yezjaro like a pearl out of an oyster. There were a good many subjects about which the instructor remained as mute as a temple image.

In the land of Gaikon, one man reigned-the Emperor. Another man ruled-the Hongshu or Most Exalted Warlord. The country was divided into the Emperor's precincts, a number of cities directly under the Hongshu or the chancellors of his household, and the fiefs of a large number of greater or lesser warlords like Lord Tsekuin.

The members of the ruling families and households were something of a class apart, as were the warlords themselves. The rest of the people of Gaikon were divided into three broad categories: the warriors or dabuni, the merchants (who included the artisans), and the peasants. Blade was hardly surprised to learn that the dabuni considered themselves the source of all honor, virtue, and prowess in Gaikon, and that they despised and even abused the merchants and peasants. They were indeed like too many other warrior castes that Blade had met in too many other dimensions. But while he was in Gaikon, it was live by their rules or face a good chance of not living at all. And that meant learning as much as possible, whether Yezjaro told him willingly or not.

There was the time Yezjaro mentioned that the Most Exalted Warlord had the additional title of «Strong Younger Brother.»

«How is that?» said Blade.

«In the tales of Kunkoi, the Sun Goddess, it is said she bore two sons, a year apart. The elder was terrible in his wisdom and magical powers, so he became the ancestor of our Emperors. The younger was far less wise, but he was the mightiest warrior since the begi

«I see,» said Blade. Then he threw out a deliberately vague question. «This means, I take it, that the Hongshu is patron and master to the warlords of Gaikon?»

«Sometimes,» said Yezjaro shortly.

«How can it be otherwise?» said Blade, trying to sound naive.

«It depends very much on the warlord,» said Yezjaro. «Also on how honorable the Hongshu is. If a warlord has something the Hongshu covets-«