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The Desert Spear

The Desert Spear

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Autoren: Peter V. Brett
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doomed to always have success without pride?
he asked himself.

    “The Sharum Ka is dead!” the Andrah cried to the assembled warriors in Sharik Hora. The
Sharum
filling the rows of the great temple howled at the news, banging spear against shield in a great cacophony meant to announce the First Warrior’s coming to Everam.
    “But we will not cede the night like those to the north!” the Andrah cried when the noise died down. “We are Krasian! Blood of Shar’Dama Ka himself! And we will fight till the Deliverer returns, or the spear falls from the hands of the last
nie’Sharum
and Krasia is buried in the sand!”
    The warriors hooted at that, thrusting spears in the air.
    “And thus, I have chosen a new Sharum Ka to lead
alagai’sharak,
” the Andrah said. “When he was
nie’Sharum,
he was made
Nie Ka
and stood on the walls at twelve, the youngest in a hundred years! He was not there six months before he netted a wind demon that had killed his Watcher and knocked his drillmaster prone. For this, he was brought to the Kaji pavilion, the youngest to come since the Return. He fought so well on his first night of
alagai’sharak
that he was sent to Sharik Hora, studying five years with the
dama
to first don his blacks as
kai’Sharum,
the youngest such since the time of the Deliverer himself!”
    There was a murmur at this among the Kaji, who knew Jardir’s accomplishments well. The Andrah paused a moment to let the sense of excitement travel, then continued. “Two nights ago, he led his warriors in a daring rescue of the Sharach, who stood on the brink of destruction, killing
alagai
with his bare hands while his men still readied their spears!”
    The murmuring grew to a buzz. There was not a man, woman, or child in all Krasia who had not heard that tale by now.
    “Ahmann asu Hoshkamin am’Jardir am’Kaji, stand before the Skull Throne!” the Andrah commanded, and the warriors cheered and banged spear and shield as Jardir appeared, dressed in his
Sharum
blacks, his head bare.
    Inevera walked silently at his side as he went to the Skull Throne and prostrated himself, kneeling quickly to lay the Andrah’s Evejah under his forehead as he pressed it to the rug. The holy book was inked with
dal’Sharum
blood on vellum made from
kai’Sharum
skin, bound in leather from a Sharum Ka. It would sear his skull if he should utter a lie while touching it.
    “Do you serve Everam in all things?” the Andrah asked.
    “I do, Holiness,” Jardir swore.
    “Will you be His strong arm in the night, giving all honor to the thrones of Sharik Hora?”
    “I will, Holiness.”
    “Are you prepared to hold the reins of
alagai’sharak
until the Shar’Dama Ka comes again, or you be dead?” the Andrah asked.
    “I am, Holiness.”
    “Then rise,” the Andrah said, lifting the white turban of the Sharum Ka high for all to see. “The night awaits its Sharum Ka.”
    Jardir rose, and the Andrah turned to Inevera. He handed her the turban, and she placed it on Jardir’s head.
    The
Sharum
roared and stamped their feet, but Jardir barely noticed. Why did the Andrah not put the turban on his head himself, as was the custom? Why give the honor to Inevera?
    “Stop basking in your glory and speak your words,” Inevera whispered, breaking him from his musing. Jardir started, then turned to face the assembled
Sharum—
nearly six thousand spears. It had been ten thousand not long ago, but the previous Sharum Ka had wasted lives. Jardir promised himself he would not do the same.
    “My brothers in the night,” Jardir said. “This is a glorious time to be
Sharum
! Alone, the tribes of Krasia make the
alagai
quail with fear, but when we stand together, there is nothing we cannot do!”
    The warriors roared, and Jardir waited until it died. “But when I look out at you, I see division!” he cried. “The Majah sit across the aisle from the Kaji! The Jama avoid the Khanjin! There is not one tribe who does not see enemies in this room! We are supposed to be brothers in the night, but who among you has volunteered to stand with the Sharach, whose numbers have been decimated?”
    There was silence now, the warriors unsure how to respond. They knew the truth of his words, but tribal hatreds ran deep and were not easily let go even if one wished it—and few did.
    “The Sharum Ka is said to be of no tribe,” Jardir continued, “but to me, that is worse! What loyalty might a tribeless man have? The Evejah tells us that the only true

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