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.Peasants and Citizens received war-training in their Prince's struggle to stay alive."It's time to move," Tam told his staff one morning.He seemed almost comical, commanding captains ages older than he."We'll go to the forest of Mienming.It's more suited to Tran's war style."Lord Chin was-adapting.He was using a semisentient bat to locate and track Tran's raiders.Food could be stolen but concealment could not.The old sorcerers returned to their commands and prepared for the thousand-mile march.No one questioned O Sning's wisdom.M ist's troops met them at the edge of the Mahai.Skirmishing continued throughout the long march.A third of O Shing's army perished forcing a crossing of the Taofu at Yaan Chi, in the Tsuyung Hills.For three days the battle raged.Sorceries murdered the hills, and it seemed, toward the end, that O Shing would become one with the past, that his gamble had failed.Tam redoubled his stakes, raising hell creatures few Tervola dared summon.Mist's army collapsed.Eyebrows rose behind a hundred hideous masks as the news spread.Chin defeated? By a child and a woodsman untrained in the arts of war? Six legions overwhelmed by half-trained peasants scantily backboned by the leavings of shattered legions?The Tervola weren't bemused by Yo Hsi's daughter.They didn't enjoy being ruled by a woman.Quiet little missions penetrated the Mienming.This Tervola or that offered to slip the moorings of a hasty alliance if O Shing dealt her another outstanding defeat.Seizing power wasn't the lodestone of Tarn's life.Survival was the stake he had on the table.Chin was a tireless hunter.O Shing was still in hunted-beast mind-set when Wu reentered his life.Mist's Tervola had coaxed her into invading Escalon.Escalon was no impotent buffer state.The neutralist Tervola,constituting most of their class, joined the venture.Expansion was ancient national policy.They weren't pleased with the war's conduct.Escalon was strong and stubborn.Mist had no feel for imaginative strategy.Her angry hammer blows consumed legions.In Shinsan soldiers weren't, as elsewhere, considered fodder for the Reaper.Tervola loved spending men like a miser loved squandering his fortune.Two decades went into preparing a soldier.Quality replacements couldn't be conjured from beyond the barrier of time.Divining future trouble, they had begun training enlarged drafts years ago, but those wouldn't be ready for a decade.Their wealth and strength were being squandered.They simmered with rebellious potential.Wu and Feng wanted to take advantage."No!" Tam protested."I'm not ready.""We aren't ready," Tran growled."You'll waste what little we've husbanded.""It's now or never," Feng snarled.Lord Wu tried persuasion.And O Shing acquiesced, overawed by Wu's age and ancient wisdom.Tran got to choose the time.Most of Escalon and a tenth of Shinsan lay under the shadow, terror, and destruction of M ist's assault on the M onitor and Tatarian, Escalon's capital.Lo led Tran's best fighters through the transfer.O Shing followed minutes later.Mist had fled.Want it or not, he had inherited a war.The legions were in disarray.Tervola were demanding orders.He had no time to think.With Tran's help he battled the Monitor to a draw.Afterward, Tran muttered, "We haven't gained anything.We're on the bull's-eye now, Tam." He indicated Wu and Feng, who were celebrating with small cups of Escalonian wine."Drink," Feng urged, offering Tam a cup.The professional grouch was radiant."They say it's the world's finest wine.""Sorry," Tam mumbled.This was the first time he had seen Feng without his mask.He was as ugly in fact as spirit.At one time fire had ravaged half his face.He hadn't fixed it.Tam feared that said something about the man within."Celebration's premature," Tran grumbled."Somebody better stay sober."O Shing's reign lasted a month.Mist did as she had been done.Her shock troops transferred through during the height of a battle.In the Mienming, Tarn sat in the mud craddling Lo's head.The centurion was almost gone."This is the price of our lives," Tam hissed.Wu, maskless, moist of eye, knelt beside the man who, possibly, had been his one true friend."Was a month worth it?"Wu just held Lo's hand.The centurion had fought like a trapped tiger.His ferocity had allowed O Shing, Wu, Feng, and the others to escape."No more, Wu," said Tam.He spoke in a tone suited to his title."I've seen children more responsible.Amongst the forest people you despise." He indicated Tran, sitting alone, head between his knees.He and Lo had grown close."What'll satisify you? All our deaths? This time Lo and Kwang.Next time? Tran? My brother? If you persist, I promise I'll be the last.After you, My Lord."Wu met his gaze, recoiled.Neither he nor Chin seemed able to learn.They bushwhacked one another repeatedly.Chin finally got the upper hand.O Shing remained in Mienming nursing his grudge against Tervola.Mist completed her Escalonian adventure.Success stabilized her position, though not solidly.Her sex, the casualties, and her failure to capture the Tear of Mimizan remained liabilities.O Shing first heard of the Tear from Wu.Wu wasn't sure what it was, just that it was important.It was the talisman which had made possible the Monitor's prolonged defense of Tatarian."It's one of the Poles of Power," Feng opined."Bah!" Wu replied."Monitor's propaganda.There's no proof."The Poles were legendary amongst the thaumaturgic congnoscenti.One, supposedly, was possessed by the Star Rider.The second had been missing for ages.Even the highest wizards had nearly forgotten it.During the recent conflict the Monitor had hinted that the Tear was the lost Pole.Every sorcerer living would have bartered his soul to possess a Pole.The man who mastered one could rule the world.In time, sensing the restlessness of the Tervola, Mist looked for another foe to divert them.She took up a program inherited from her father, which she had quietly nurtured since her ascension.O Shing spent ever more time alone, or with Tran and Lang.Only those two still treated him as Tam.Only they considered him as more than a means to an end.Lo's death cost Wu O Shing's love and respect.Wu was changing.No one called him "the Compassionate" now.A poisonous greed, a demanding haste, had crept into his soul.And O Shing was changing too, becoming cynical and disenchanted.The man in the cat-gargoyle mask made his first presentation to the Pracchia.Nervously, he said, "Mist plans to invade the west now.She's suborned the Captal of Savernake.Maisak, the fortress controlling the Savernake Gap, will be Shinsan's.Ehelebe-in-Shinsan can assume control of the invasion whenever the Pracchia directs.We have moved with care, into leading positions in both political factions.I have become Mist's chief Tervola.Members of my Nine are close to the Dragon Prince.We still recommend that nominal rule be invested in the latter.He remains the more manageable personality." He detailed plans for eliminating Mist and making O Shing the Pracchia's puppet."Absolutely perfect," said he who was first in the Pracchia."By all means encourage Mist's plans.She'll take care of herself for us."O Shing, Lang, and Tran watched the commandos disappear.O Shing still shivered with the strain of a recently completed sorcery.Mist and the Captal certainly would be diverted."Why're we here, Tran?" he whispered."Destiny, Tam.There's no escape.We must be what we must be.How many of us like it? Even forest hunters ask the same question."O Shing met Wu's eye.Lord Wu was in disguise.He wore no mask.His expression was taut, pallid, frightened.Lang whispered, "Friend Wu is spooked." Lang took tremendous pleasure in seeing the mighty discomfited, perhaps because it brought them nearer his own insignificance."That thing you called up.He wasn't looking for that.""The Gosik of Aubuchon? I was just showing off [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]