109 Transi (1/2)
”An impressive feat.”
Accompanied by a sigh, the old lord Ogulno took a look out of their cabin's window, over the waves of the Mayura river and towards the road which they had followed alongside them since this morning. Without a word, Mayu Sonco Saqartu, the new lord of Puscanacra and Governor of the South, returned a lazy nod.
”It is hard to believe that lord Corco managed to create all of these roadways in less than a year. I hear that security within the region has become much improved as a result,” Ogulno added.
While Mayu still stared out onto the even, gray roadways as it stretched towards the horizon in almost straight lines, a slight sneer formed around his mouth.
”Not a great achievement,” he replied. ”There has been word that King Corco has employed slaves, or rather, he has captured all the former warriors of Saniya as slaves for his work force. This sort of construction were far less impressive if one had thousands of imprisoned warriors slaving away for ones own cause.”
Next to his own position, Mayu could hear his uncle Ogulno contemplate with a quiet hum. ”Maybe. Still, rumor has it that lord Corco has brought with him a new method for road creation from the east, much faster than anything seen before. The lords east of the Chawir marshes say that the roadways already stretch all the way to their own territory; It is a threat to their border security, a blatant provocation which should be addressed over the following days, now that we have the chance to stand before lord Corco as a group.”
”No matter if it was done with northern slave labor or with eastern technology, it is not an impressive feat either way. Rather than that, I am far more interested in this one.” One eyebrow raised, Mayu used his head to motion over to the waterwheel their ship was drifting past.
”The watermill? Admittedly, the wheel's form of construction does seem unusual. However, this lord does not believe that there is anything too special about it?”
”No, there is nothing special about the wheel itself. There are many mills like this one all along the Mayura, all the way up into the frozen wastes. However, did you not count them, uncle?”
”Count?” Although he wouldn't bother to look behind himself, Mayu could imagine his uncle's blank look vividly, just as he had seen it many times before.
”I mean the number of mills we have seen so far. Since we arrived in the Chawir marshes, we have seen a dozen waterwheels along the shore, if not more. All of them new, all of them connected to the main roadways.”
”Ah, it seems as if Prince Corco has plans for the region. Maybe he has seen the excellent land around Saniya and has falsely assumed that the same conditions would apply to the entirety of Chawir. If there were such great land, he would indeed need the additional mills for harvest season. Apparently our little king still has much to learn.”
A short shake of Mayu's head corrected his uncle's ideas, and ignored his repeated rudeness. ”No, there are many more things besides milling one can do with a water wheel. Corco has been doing well in administration, for a northerner at least.”
”Remember why we are here, Mayu.” Unlike his usual mild self, the always careful Ogulno's voice took on an unusually stern tone. ”You were meant to come to Saniya's harvest banquet to make reparations. Once you have shown your sincerity, the two houses of Saqartu and Pluritac can repair their damaged relationship once more, thus binding the troops and weapons of Corco to the southwestern Puscanacra. After all, I promised Guanca and Elder Cauac to make sure you would keep to your promises. I hear that your youthful wildness has done quite a bit of damage to lord Corco's pride when you met after the coronation.”
With a sneer, Mayu looked back, into the quivering eyes of his uncle. Even here, as the elder, faced with his own nephew and backed by Mayu's mother and grandfather, the old man still managed to look like he would turn tail and run at any moment. Maybe it was just the dismissive attitude Ogulno showed towards the King of the South which made the young lord look down on his older compatriot. No matter how Mayu himself thought about Corco or Atau, he would not make the mistake of underestimating the man who had successfully stood up against Grand Elder Viribus, Defender of Medala.
”You know what I heard?” Mayu's voice bit back. ”Back in Arguna, after my father died, you were the first to step forward and abandon the crown prince's cause. Father was not even dead when you turned your back on him, right before his eyes.”
An uncomfortable silence enveloped the room, only broken by the soft splashes of water rolling down the wheel in the distance. Both men had taken shots at each other and the atmosphere had soured as a result. Not only were they in no mood for further talk, nephew and uncle were also each far too focused on their own thoughts, brooding over the mistakes they had made before, the mistakes they tried to fix with their visit to Saniya.
At least that was how Mayu felt, and how his uncle should feel if he had any sense. Although the young lord didn't know how his uncle truly thought about the new King of the South, Mayu at least was aware that cooperation with Corco would be vital for their future. Over the past few months, he had received shocking reports from Arguna about King Pachacutec's warlike stance, and his general lack of respect for all things Sachay. Not only that, Lord Saqartu also understood that it had been his own impulsive actions which had made their cooperation so difficult. Even if he didn't consider Corco part of his family, at least they would have to be allies out of necessity, or the north would swallow them.
Under complete silence, the waterwheel left Mayu's line of sight, disappearing around one of the Mayura river's many bends. Once he turned his gaze ahead, back towards the goal of the never-ending stream of life, he saw, at last, the point where the river would meet the Narrow Sea and descend down to the underworld. Over there, he found the winter home of the old Saqartu clan, the terminus of Sachay, Saniya.
”The lavender didn't survive until now, did it?” Mayu mumbled, more to himself than to anyone else.
”Yes, it is a bit of a shame that we won't see the beauty of Saniya's blooming lavender fields. Still, the warm spring and mild summer are at fault for their early disappearance, so in return, all of Sachay was blessed by a rich harvest. Surely House Saqartu will earn as well as House Ogulno has in the recent harvest.”