Part 23 (1/2)
”Perhaps I will journey east someday,” Temujin said, ”and see these strange things with my own eyes. Yet I wonder why you would leave all that behind, to travel where my people rule with sword and bow. We do not think of your emperor here.”
”Though he is father to us all,” Wen said automatically. Temujin stared at him and Wen regretted drinking so quickly on an empty stomach.
”I have been among the tribes for two years, my lord. There are times when I miss my people very much. I was sent here to gather allies against the Tartars in the north. Togrul of the Kerait believes you are one who shares our dislike for those pale-skinned dogs.”
”Togrul is well informed, it seems,” Temujin replied. ”How does he know so much of my business?” He refilled Wen's cup a fourth time and watched as it too went the way of the others. It pleased him to see the man drink, and he filled a cup of his own, sipping carefully to keep his head clear.
”The khan of the Kerait is a man of wisdom,” Wen Chao replied. ”He has fought the Tartars for years in the north and received much gold as tribute from my masters. It is a balance, you understand? If I send an order to Kaifeng for a hundred ponies to be driven west, they come in a season and, in return, the Kerait spill Tartar blood and keep them away from our borders. We do not want them straying into our land.”
One of the listening tribesmen s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably and Temujin glanced at him.
”I will want your advice on this, Arslan, when we talk alone,” Temujin said.
The man settled himself, satisfied. Wen looked around at them all.
”I am here to offer you the same arrangement. I can give you gold, or horses...”
”Swords,” Temujin said. ”And bows. If I agree, I would want a dozen sets of the armor your men are wearing outside, as well as a hundred ponies, mares and stallions both. I have no more use for gold than I have for a house of stone I cannot move.”
”I did not see a hundred men in the camp,” Wen protested. Inside, he rejoiced. The bargaining had begun with more ease than he could have imagined.
”You did not see them all,” Temujin said, with a snort. ”And I have not said I agree. What part does Togrul play in this? I have never met the man, though I know of the Kerait. Will he come after you to beg me for my help?”
Wen colored, putting down the cup of airag he had raised.
”The Kerait are a strong tribe, with more than three hundred men under arms, my lord. They heard from Tartar prisoners that you were raiding farther and farther north.” He paused, choosing his words. ”Togrul is a man of vision and he sent me, not to beg, but rather to have you join your force to his. Together, you will drive the Tartars back for a dozen generations, perhaps.”
The man Temujin had called Arslan seemed to bristle again, and Wen saw Temujin drop a hand to his arm.
”Here I am khan, responsible for my people,” he said. ”You would have me bend the knee to Togrul in return for a few ponies?” A subtle menace had come into the crowded ger, and Wen found himself wis.h.i.+ng Yuan had been allowed to accompany him.
”You have merely to refuse and I will leave,” he said. ”Togrul does not need a bondsman. He needs a war leader with ruthlessness and strength. He needs every man you can bring.”
Temujin glanced at Jelme. After the endless winter, he knew as well as anyone that the Tartars would be thirsting for revenge. The idea of joining forces with a greater tribe was tempting, but he needed time to think.
”You have said much of interest, Wen Chao,” Temujin said, after a time. ”Leave me now to make my decision. Kachiun? Find warm beds for his men and have some stew brought to ease their hunger.” He saw Wen's gaze drop to the half-empty skin of airag by his feet. ”And some airag to warm him tonight, as well,” he added, carried away by his own generosity.
They all stood as Wen rose to his feet, not quite as steady as when he had come in. The man bowed once more, and Temujin noticed how it was a fraction deeper than the first attempt. Perhaps he had been stiff from traveling.
When they were alone, Temujin turned his bright gaze on his most trusted men.
”I want this,” he said. ”I want to learn as much as I can about these people. Houses of stone! Slaves by the thousand! Did it not make you itch?”
”You do not know this Togrul,” Arslan said. ”Are the silver people for sale, then?” He snorted. ”These Chin think we can be bought with promises, awed with talk of the teeming millions in their cities. What are they to us?”
”Let us find out,” Temujin said. ”With the men of the Kerait, I can drive a spike into the Tartars. Let the rivers run red with what we will do.”
”My oath is to you, not to Togrul,” Arslan said.
Temujin faced him. ”I know it. I will not be bondsman to any other. Yet if he will join his strength with us, I will have the greater part of the bargain. Think of Jelme, Arslan. Think of his future. We are too full of life to build our tribe in ones and twos. Let us leap upwards in great bounds and risk it all each time. Would you sit and wait for the Tartars?”
”You know I would not,” Arslan said.
”Then my decision is made,” Temujin said, filled with excitement.
Chapter 25.
WEN CHAO STAYED for three days in the camp, discussing terms. He allowed them to press skins of airag on him before he lowered the gold curtains of his litter and Yuan gave the signal for him to be lifted.
Behind the silk hangings, Wen scratched himself, convinced he had picked up lice from the gers. It had been a trial, as he had expected, but they seemed as keen on war with the Tartars as Togrul had hoped. It was no surprise, Wen thought to himself, as he was borne over the plains. The tribes raided each other even in winter. Now that the spring had brought the first gra.s.s through the frozen ground, they would be at their business in earnest. It had always been their way. Wen smiled to himself as he read the works of Xun Zi and drowsed, occasionally making notes in the margins. The minister had been right to send someone with his diplomatic skills, he thought. Little Zhang could not have brokered such a deal, even with the promises of ponies and armor. The lisping eunuch would certainly have shown his disgust at the wedding ceremony Wen Chao had witnessed the previous day. He shuddered at the thought of the hot drink of milk and blood he had been given. Xun Zi would have applauded his discipline then. The woman Borte had been as stringy and hard as her husband, Wen reflected. Not his taste at all, though the young raider seemed to find her pleasing. What Wen would have given for a night with one of the Willow women! There was no place for sleek, powdered thighs in that hard land, and Wen cursed his work yet again, miserably.
On the fourth day out, he was ready to give the order to stop for a meal, when Yuan galloped back from his scouting. Wen listened impatiently from inside the litter as Yuan snapped orders. It was frustrating to play the part of the n.o.ble when interesting things were going on around him. He sighed to himself. His curiosity had landed him in trouble more than once before.
When Yuan finally approached the litter, Wen had stowed his scrolls and warmed himself with a draft of the clear fluid the tribes brewed. That, at least, was useful, though it paled in comparison with the rice wine he knew at home.
”Why do you disturb me this time, Yuan?” he asked. ”I was going to take a nap before the meal.” In fact, one glance at his first guard's flushed face had set his pulses throbbing. He needed rebalancing, he was sure of it. Too much time amongst the tribes and he would be thinking of taking up a sword himself like a common soldier. They had that effect on even the most cultured of men.
”Riders, my lord. Tartars,” Yuan said, touching his forehead to the icy gra.s.s.
”Well? We are in Tartar lands, are we not? It is no surprise to meet a few of them while we travel south to the Kerait. Let them pa.s.s, Yuan. If they stand in our way, kill them. You have disturbed me for nothing.”
Yuan bowed his head and Wen spoke quickly to avoid shaming his first guard. The man was as p.r.i.c.kly as a eunuch over matters of honor.
”I spoke rashly, Yuan. You were right to bring it to my attention.”
”My lord, there are thirty warriors, all of them well armed and riding fresh ponies. They can only be from a larger camp.”
Wen spoke slowly, trying to restrain his patience. ”I do not see how that affects us, Yuan. They know better than to interfere with a representative of the Chin. Tell them to go around us.”
”I thought...” Yuan began. ”I wondered if you might send a rider back to the camp we left, my lord. To warn them. The Tartars could well be looking for them.”
Wen blinked at his first guard in surprise. ”You have grown affectionate toward our hosts, I see. It is a weakness in you, Yuan. What do I care if the Tartars and Mongols kill each other? Is that not my task, handed down from the first minister himself? Honestly, I think you forget yourself.”
A warning shout came from one of the other guards, and both Wen and Yuan heard the approach of riders. Yuan remained where he was.
Wen closed his eyes for a moment. There was no peace to be had in this land, no silence. Whenever he thought he had found it, someone would go riding past, looking for enemies to kill. He felt a wave of homesickness strike him like a physical force, but crushed it down. Until he was recalled, this was his fate.
”If it please you, Yuan, tell them we have not seen the raiders. Tell them I am exercising my men ready for spring.”
”Your will, master.”
Wen watched as the Tartar warriors rode up. They did look as if they were armed for war, he acknowledged, though he cared nothing for Temujin or his ragged gers. He would not have shed a tear if the entire Tartar nation was destroyed, and the Mongol tribes with them. Perhaps then he would be called home at last.
He saw Yuan speak with the leader, a heavyset man wrapped in thick furs. It made Wen shudder to see such a filthy warrior, and he would certainly not lower himself to address him in person. The Tartar seemed angry, but Wen cared nothing for that. His men were chosen from the personal guard of the first minister, and any one of them was worth half a dozen screaming tribesmen. Yuan himself had won his sword in a tournament of all the army, standing first amongst his division. In that, at least, Wen had been well served.