The Desert Spear
should have struck while Jardir was distracted by the others, ensuring a kill.
Their eyes met, but Jardir said nothing, waiting. After a moment, the man threw down his spear and somersaulted down after it, kneeling at Jardir’s feet.
Jardir went to the fallen man, pulling the spear free of his back and holding it up for all to see. “This is not
khaffit
blood!” he cried. “This is the blood of a warrior, the first
kha’Sharum,
and I will lacquer his skull and add it to my throne to remember him always.” He looked out at the
khaffit.
“Will any step forth to take his place?”
There was a dissonant moan, and the seven-foot deaf giant pushed to the front of the crowd, kneeling at Jardir’s feet. Others quickly followed, and there was a frantic press to kneel before Jardir. As Jardir touched each in turn, Abban seized an opportunity to speak.
“Fear not, those of you who cannot carry a spear from age or infirmity!” he cried. “Fear not, you women, you children! The Deliverer needs more than just
Sharum
! He needs weavers to make nets and smiths for spearheads. Canvas for the
kha’Sharum
pavilion, and food for its warriors. Come to my pavilion on the morrow, if you wish to put aid to Krasia’s glory and bring honor to your families!”
Jardir frowned, knowing Abban acted as much to profit from cheap labor as to aid in the war, but he did not contradict him. The labor would be needed if they were to march in a year.
The crowd began to chant his name as Jardir continued to touch men with the Spear of Kaji and name them
kha’Sharum.
Soon it thundered from the bazaar, echoing throughout the city.
“Jardir! Jardir! Jardir!”
“Masterfully done,” Abban said in his ear when he had touched the last
khaffit.
“You’ve bought ten thousand warriors and twice as many slaves for naught but a taste of self-respect.”
“Is that all you see with your merchant’s heart?” Jardir asked, looking at him. “A business transaction?”
Abban at least had the decency to look ashamed, though Jardir doubted it was sincere.
The next day, two thousand men presented themselves at the training grounds, as the tribes were still erecting
khaffit’sharaj.
A week later, the number had tripled. A week after that, a steady stream flowed in from the outer villages as men who had been
khaffit
for ten generations came to break their caste, bringing their families with them to share in the war effort. In less than a month, Jardir tripled the size of his army, and the city swelled with people as it hadn’t in decades.
“Next summer,” Jardir said again as Abban finished his morning tallies.
“The greenlanders will still outnumber us greatly,” Abban said.
Jardir nodded. “Perhaps, but the best of the Northern weaklings will not be able to stand up to even a
kha’Sharum
by then.”
“How many will you leave here, to secure the Desert Spear?” Ashan asked.
“None,” Jardir said, drawing looks of surprise from all in the room, even Inevera.
“You will take every warrior?” Aleverak asked. “Who will defend the city?”
“Not just every warrior, Damaji,” Jardir said. “Every
one.
We must leave the Sunlit Land behind. All of us. Even the old. Even the crippled and sick. Every man, woman, and child, city dwellers and villagers alike. We will empty the Desert Spear and lock its gates behind us, letting its impregnable walls stand in defiance of the
alagai
until we choose to reclaim it.”
Aleverak’s eyes lit up with a fanatical gleam.
“This is a dangerous plan, Deliverer,” Ashan warned. “Our army will move at a crawl when it must be swift.”
“At first perhaps,” Jardir said. “But we will need to hold the green lands we conquer, without leaving troops behind. Everam set the
khaffit
in the Land of Sun the same as us. In the green lands, a
khaffit
who follows the Evejah will still rank above the
chin.
Let them settle in our wake, holding the land for Everam as the
Sharum
march on.”
Jardir saw Inevera fingering her
alagai hora
pouch absently. She would excuse herself to throw the dice as soon as the audience was over, but Jardir had no doubt they would confirm his course. The rightness of it sang within him, and even Abban nodded his approval.
“When will you tell the other
Damaji
?” Ashan asked.
“Not until we’re ready to leave,” Jardir said, “giving Enkaji and the others no time to oppose the decision. I want the great gate at everyone’s back before they have their
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