Part 1 (2/2)

Cnaiur urs Skiotha is a Chieftain of the Utemot, a tribe of Scylvendi, who are feared across the Three Seas for their skill and ferocity in war. Because of the events surrounding the death of his father, Skiotha, some thirty years previously, Cnaiur is despised by his own people, though none dare challenge him because of his savage strength and his cunning in war. Word arrives that the Emperor's nephew, Ikurei Conphas, has invaded the Holy Steppe, and Cnaiur rides with the Utemot to join the Scylvendi horde on the distant Imperial frontier. Knowing Conphas's reputation, Cnaiur senses a trap, but his warnings go unheeded by Xunnurit, the chieftain elected King-of-Tribes for the coming battle. Cnaiur can only watch as the disaster unfolds. is a Chieftain of the Utemot, a tribe of Scylvendi, who are feared across the Three Seas for their skill and ferocity in war. Because of the events surrounding the death of his father, Skiotha, some thirty years previously, Cnaiur is despised by his own people, though none dare challenge him because of his savage strength and his cunning in war. Word arrives that the Emperor's nephew, Ikurei Conphas, has invaded the Holy Steppe, and Cnaiur rides with the Utemot to join the Scylvendi horde on the distant Imperial frontier. Knowing Conphas's reputation, Cnaiur senses a trap, but his warnings go unheeded by Xunnurit, the chieftain elected King-of-Tribes for the coming battle. Cnaiur can only watch as the disaster unfolds.

Escaping the horde's destruction, Cnaiur returns to the pastures of the Utemot more anguished than ever. He flees the whispers and the looks of his fellow tribesmen and rides to the graves of his ancestors, where he finds a grievously wounded man sitting upon his dead father's barrow, surrounded by circles of dead Sranc. Warily approaching, Cnaiur nightmarishly realizes he recognizes recognizes the man-or almost recognizes him. He resembles Anasurimbor Moenghus in almost every respect, save that he is too young ... the man-or almost recognizes him. He resembles Anasurimbor Moenghus in almost every respect, save that he is too young ...

Moenghus had been captured thirty years before, when Cnaiur was little more than a stripling, and given to Cnaiur's father as a slave. He claimed to be Dunyain, a people possessed of an extraordinary wisdom, and Cnaiur spent many hours with him, speaking of things forbidden to Scylvendi warriors. What happened afterward-the seduction, the murder of Skiotha, and Moenghus's subsequent escape-has tormented Cnaiur ever since. Though he once loved the man, he now hates him with a deranged intensity. If only he could kill Moenghus, he believes, his heart could be made whole.

Now, impossibly, this double has come to him, travelling the same path as the original.

Realizing the stranger could make possible his vengeance, Cnaiur takes him captive. The man, who calls himself Anasurimbor Kellhus, claims to be Moenghus's son. The Dunyain, he says, have sent him to a.s.sa.s.sinate his father in a faraway city called s.h.i.+meh. As much as Cnaiur wants to believe this story, however, he's wary and troubled. After years of obsessively pondering Moenghus, he's come to realize the Dunyain are gifted with preternatural skills and intelligence. Their sole purpose, he now knows, is domination, though where others used force and fear, they used deceit and love.

The story Kellhus has told him, Cnaiur realizes, is precisely the story a Dunyain seeking escape and safe pa.s.sage across Scylvendi lands would tell. Nevertheless, he makes a bargain with the man, agreeing to accompany him on his quest. The two of them strike out across the Steppe, locked in a shadowy war of word and pa.s.sion. Time and again, Cnaiur finds himself drawn into Kellhus's insidious nets, only to recall himself at the last moment. Only his hatred of Moenghus and knowledge of the Dunyain preserve him.

Near the Imperial frontier, they encounter a party of hostile Scylvendi raiders. Kellhus's unearthly skill in battle both astounds and terrifies Cnaiur. In the battle's aftermath, they find a captive concubine, a woman named Serwe, cowering among the raiders' chattel. Struck by her beauty, Cnaiur takes her as his prize, and through her he learns of Maithanet's Holy War for s.h.i.+meh, the city where Moenghus supposedly dwells ... Can this be a coincidence?

Coincidence or not, the Holy War forces Cnaiur to reconsider his original plan to travel around the Empire, where his Scylvendi heritage will mean almost certain death. With the Fanim rulers of s.h.i.+meh girding for war, the only possible way they can reach the holy city is to become Men of the Tusk. They have no choice, he realizes, but to join the Holy War, which, according to Serwe, gathers about the city of Momemn in the heart of the Empire-the one place he cannot go. Now that they have safely crossed the Steppe, Cnaiur is convinced Kellhus will kill him: the Dunyain brook no liabilities.

Descending the mountains into the Empire, Cnaiur confronts Kellhus, who claims he has use of him still. While Serwe watches in horror, the two men battle on the mountainous heights, and though Cnaiur is able to surprise Kellhus, the man easily overpowers him, holding him by the throat over a precipice. To prove his intent to keep their bargain, he spares Cnaiur's life. After so many years among worldborn men, Kellhus claims, Moenghus will be far too powerful for him to face alone. They will need an army, he says, and unlike Cnaiur he knows nothing of war.

Despite his misgivings, Cnaiur believes him, and they resume their journey. As the days pa.s.s, Cnaiur watches Serwe become more and more infatuated with Kellhus. Though troubled by this, he refuses to admit as much, reminding himself that warriors care nothing for women, particularly those taken as the spoils of battle. What does it matter that she belongs to Kellhus during the day? She is Cnaiur's at night.

After a desperate journey and pursuit through the heart of the Empire, they at last find their way to Momemn and the Holy War, where they are taken before one of the Holy War's leaders, a Conriyan Prince named Nersei Proyas. In keeping with their plan, Cnaiur claims to be the last of the Utemot, travelling with Anasurimbor Kellhus, a Prince of the northern city of Atrithau, who has dreamed of the Holy War from afar. Proyas, however, is far more interested in Cnaiur's knowledge of the Fanim and their way of battle. Obviously impressed by what he has to say, the Conriyan Prince takes Cnaiur and his companions under his protection.

Soon afterward, Proyas takes Cnaiur and Kellhus to a meeting of the Holy War's leaders and the Emperor, where the fate of the Holy War is to be decided. Ikurei Xerius III has refused to provision the Men of the Tusk unless they swear to return all the lands they wrest from the Fanim to the Empire. The Shriah, Maithanet, can force the Emperor to provision them, but he fears the Holy War lacks the leaders.h.i.+p to overcome the Fanim. The Emperor offers his brilliant nephew, Ikurei Conphas, flush from his spectacular victory over the Scylvendi at Kiyuth, but only-once again-if the leaders of the Holy War pledge to surrender their future conquests. In a daring gambit, Proyas offers Cnaiur Cnaiur in Conphas's stead. A vicious war of words ensues, and Cnaiur manages to best the precocious Imperial Nephew. The Shriah's representative orders the Emperor to provision the Men of the Tusk. The Holy War will march. in Conphas's stead. A vicious war of words ensues, and Cnaiur manages to best the precocious Imperial Nephew. The Shriah's representative orders the Emperor to provision the Men of the Tusk. The Holy War will march.

In a mere matter of days, Cnaiur has gone from a fugitive to a leader of the greatest host ever a.s.sembled in the Three Seas. What does it mean for a Scylvendi to treat with outland princes, with peoples he is sworn to destroy? What must he surrender to see his vengeance through?

That night, he watches Serwe surrender to Kellhus body and soul, and he wonders at the horror he has delivered to the Holy War. What will Anasurimbor Kellhus-a Dunyain-make of these Men of the Tusk? No matter, he tells himself, the Holy War marches to distant s.h.i.+meh-to Moenghus and the promise of blood.

Anasurimbor Kellhus is a monk sent by his order, the Dunyain, to search for his father, Anasurimbor Moenghus. is a monk sent by his order, the Dunyain, to search for his father, Anasurimbor Moenghus.

Since discovering the secret redoubt of the Kuniuric High Kings during the Apocalypse some two thousand years previously, the Dunyain have concealed themselves, breeding for reflex and intellect, and continually training in the ways of limb, thought, and face-all for the sake of reason, the sacred Logos. In the effort to transform themselves into the perfect expression of the Logos, the Dunyain have bent their entire existence to mastering the irrationalities that determine human thought: history, custom, and pa.s.sion. In this way, they believe, they will eventually grasp what they call the Absolute, and so become true self-moving souls.

But their glorious isolation is at an end. After thirty years of exile, one of their number, Anasurimbor Moenghus, has reappeared in their dreams, demanding they send to him his son. Knowing only that his father dwells in a distant city called s.h.i.+meh, Kellhus undertakes an arduous journey through lands long abandoned by men. While wintering with a trapper named Leweth, he discovers he can read the man's thoughts through the nuances of his expression. Worldborn men, he realizes, are little more than children in comparison to the Dunyain. Experimenting, he finds that he can exact anything from Leweth-any love, any sacrifice-with mere words. So what of his father, who has spent thirty years among such men? What is the extent of Anasurimbor Moenghus's power?

When a band of inhuman Sranc discovers Leweth's steading, the two men are forced to flee. Leweth is wounded, and Kellhus leaves him for the Sranc, feeling no remorse. The Sranc overtake him, and after driving them away, he battles their leader, a deranged Nonman, who nearly undoes him with sorcery. Kellhus flees, racked by questions without answers: Sorcery, he'd been taught, was nothing more than superst.i.tion. Could the Dunyain have been wrong? What other facts had they overlooked or suppressed?

Eventually he finds refuge in the ancient city of Atrithau, where, using his Dunyain abilities, he a.s.sembles an expedition to cross the Sranc-infested plains of Suskara. After a harrowing trek he crosses the frontier, only to be captured by a mad Scylvendi Chieftain named Cnaiur urs Skiotha-a man who both knows and hates his father, Moenghus.

Though his knowledge of the Dunyain renders Cnaiur immune to direct manipulation, Kellhus quickly realizes he can turn the man's thirst for vengeance to his advantage. Claiming to be an a.s.sa.s.sin sent to murder Moenghus, he asks the Scylvendi to join him on his quest. Overpowered by his hatred, Cnaiur reluctantly agrees, and the two men set out across the Jiunati Steppe. Time and again, Kellhus tries to secure the trust he needs to possess the man, but the barbarian continually rebuffs him. His hatred and his penetration are too great.

Then, near the Imperial frontier, they find a concubine named Serwe, who informs them of a Holy War gathering about Momemn-a Holy War for s.h.i.+meh s.h.i.+meh. The fact that his father has summoned him to s.h.i.+meh at the same time, Kellhus realizes, can be no coincidence. But what could Moenghus be planning?

They cross the mountains into the Empire, and Kellhus watches Cnaiur struggle with the growing conviction that he's outlived his usefulness. Thinking that murdering Kellhus is as close as he'll ever come to murdering Moenghus, Cnaiur attacks him, only to be defeated. To prove that he still needs him, Kellhus spares his life. He must, Kellhus knows, dominate the Holy War, but he as yet knows nothing of warfare. The variables are too many. Though Cnaiur's knowledge of Moenghus and the Dunyain renders him a liability, his skill in war makes him invaluable. To secure this knowledge, Kellhus starts seducing Serwe, using her and her beauty as detours to the barbarian's tormented heart.

Once in the Empire, they stumble across a patrol of Imperial cavalrymen; their journey to Momemn quickly becomes a desperate race. When they finally reach the encamped Holy War, they find themselves before Nersei Proyas, the Crown Prince of Conriya. To secure a position of honour among the Men of the Tusk, Kellhus lies, and claims to be a Prince of Atrithau. To lay the groundwork for his future domination, he claims to have suffered dreams of the Holy War-implying, without saying as much, that they were G.o.dsent G.o.dsent. Since Proyas is more concerned with Cnaiur and how he can use the barbarian's knowledge of battle to thwart the Emperor, these claims are accepted without any real scrutiny. Only the Mandate Schoolman accompanying Proyas, Drusas Achamian, seems troubled by him-especially by his name.

The following evening, Kellhus dines with the sorcerer, disarming him with humour, flattering him with questions. He learns of the Apocalypse and the Consult and many other sundry things, and though he knows Achamian harbours some terror regarding the name Anasurimbor, he asks the melancholy man to become his teacher. The Dunyain, Kellhus has come to realize, have been mistaken about many things, the existence of sorcery among them. There is so much he must know before he confronts his father ...

A final gathering is called to settle the issue between the Lords of the Holy War, who want to march, and the Emperor, who refuses to provision them. With Cnaiur at his side, Kellhus charts the souls of all those present, calculating the ways he might bring them under his thrall. Among the Emperor's advisers, however, he observes an expression he cannot read. The man, he realizes, possesses a false face false face. While Ikurei Conphas and the Inrithi caste-n.o.bles bicker, Kellhus studies the man, and determines that his name is Skeaos by reading the lips of his interlocutors. Could this Skeaos be an agent of his father?

Before he can draw any conclusions, however, his scrutiny is noticed by the Emperor himself, who has the adviser seized. Though the entire Holy War celebrates the Emperor's defeat, Kellhus is more perplexed than ever. Never has he undertaken a study so deep.

That night he consummates his relations.h.i.+p with Serwe, continuing the patient work of undoing Cnaiur-as all Men of the Tusk must be undone. Somewhere, a shadowy faction lurks behind faces of false skin. Far to the south in s.h.i.+meh, Anasurimbor Moenghus awaits the coming storm.

Book Two: The Warrior-Prophet

Free of the Emperor's machinations, the Lords of the Holy War fall to squabbling among each other, and the Holy War Holy War fractures into its various nationalities as it marches toward the heathen frontier. Contingent by contingent, it gathers beneath Asgilioch on the heathen frontier. fractures into its various nationalities as it marches toward the heathen frontier. Contingent by contingent, it gathers beneath Asgilioch on the heathen frontier.

But Prince Saubon, the leader of the Galeoth contingent, is too impatient, and on the prophetic advice of Prince Kellhus, he marches with the Tydonni, the Thunyeri, and the Shrial Knights. The Imperial Army under Ikurei Conphas and the Conriyans under Prince Proyas remain at Asgilioch, awaiting the Ainoni and the all-important Scarlet Spires.

Skauras, the leader of the Kianene host, surprises Saubon and his impetuous peers on the Plains of Mengedda. A desperate battle follows, where, just as Prince Kellhus predicted, the Shrial Knights suffer grievously saving the Holy War from a cadre of Cishaurim. As the day wanes, the rest of the Holy War appears in the hills, and the Fanim host is completely routed.

The Governorate of Gedea falls, though the Emperor manages to take her capital, Hinnereth, through trickery. The Men of the Tusk continue south. Broken by their defeat on the Plains of Mengedda, the Kianene fall back to the south bank of the River Sempis, yielding northern s.h.i.+gek to the Inrithi invaders. Prince Kellhus begins giving regular sermons beneath the famed Ziggurats of s.h.i.+gek. Many in the Holy War begin referring to him as the ”Warrior-Prophet.”

With Cnaiur as their general, the Men of the Tusk cross the Sempis Delta, and a second great battle is fought beneath the Kianene fortress of Anwurat. Despite the dissolution of Cnaiur's command and the martial cunning of Skauras, the Men of the Tusk prevail once again. The sons of Kian are hacked to ruin.

Anxious to press the advantage, the Great Names then lead the Holy War south across the coastal deserts of Khemema, depending on the Imperial Fleet to keep them supplied with fresh water. The Padirajah, however, surprises the fleet at the Bay of Trantis, and the Men of the Tusk find themselves stranded in the burning wastes without water. Thousands upon thousands die. Only Prince Kellhus's discovery of water beneath the dunes saves the Inrithi from total annihilation.

The remnants of the Holy War drift from the desert and descend upon the great mercantile city of Caraskand. After a number of abortive a.s.saults, the Men of the Tusk prepare for a long siege. The winter rains come, and with them, disease. At the height of the plague, hundreds of Inrithi perish every night. Only a Fenim traitor allows the Holy War to breach Caraskand's mighty fortifications. The Men of the Tusk show no quarter.

But even as the city falls, Kascamandri, the Padirajah himself, approaches with another great host. Suddenly the besiegers find themselves besieged in a sacked city. Diseases of malnutrition, then outright starvation soon begin afflicting them. Meanwhile, the tensions between traditional Inrithi and those acclaiming Prince Kellhus as a prophet-the Orthodox and the Zaudunyani-grow to the point of riot and violence.

Incited by the accusations of Sarcellus and Ikurei Conphas, the Lords of the Holy War turn against Prince Kellhus. He is denounced, declared a False Prophet, and, in accordance with The Chronicle of the Tusk, The Chronicle of the Tusk, seized and bound to the corpse of his wife, Serwe, who is executed by Sarcellus. He is then lashed to an iron ring-a circ.u.mfix-and hung from a tree. Thousands gather in solemn vigil. seized and bound to the corpse of his wife, Serwe, who is executed by Sarcellus. He is then lashed to an iron ring-a circ.u.mfix-and hung from a tree. Thousands gather in solemn vigil.

After Cnaiur reveals Sarcellus as a skin-spy, the Men of the Tusk repent, and the Warrior-Prophet is cut down from the Circ.u.mfix. Moved by a profound fervour, they a.s.semble outside the gates of Caraskand. The Grandees of Kian charge their grim ranks and are utterly undone. The Padirajah himself falls before the Warrior-Prophet, though his son, Fanayal, survives to flee east with the remnants of the heathen army.

The road to Holy s.h.i.+meh is now open.

But far to the north, in the shadow of dread Golgotterath, the Consult rides openly once again, torturing those Men they find with a single, implacable question: ”Who are the Dunyain?”

Drusas Achamian faces a dilemma, the greatest he's ever encountered. Using the Cants of Calling, he contacts the Mandate and informs them of his dread discovery beneath the Andiamine Heights, but he says nothing of Anasurimbor Kellhus, even though the man's name could very well mean the Celmomian Prophecy-that an Anasurimbor would return at the end of the world-has been fulfilled. faces a dilemma, the greatest he's ever encountered. Using the Cants of Calling, he contacts the Mandate and informs them of his dread discovery beneath the Andiamine Heights, but he says nothing of Anasurimbor Kellhus, even though the man's name could very well mean the Celmomian Prophecy-that an Anasurimbor would return at the end of the world-has been fulfilled.

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