The Chronicles Of Hvad Ch 06

HVAD CHAPTER 6

Elo took her own life.

She had done nothing wrong, but she could not be truly freed from the shame she felt. Every time someone showed pity, or compassion, it was a reminder of what she had suffered. Borna was powerfully motivated by his desire for revenge; Elo had channeled her suffering into depression.

Borna mourned in private. In public, he hobbled about, favouring his injured foot. He gave generous gifts to everyone who had distinguished themselves in the fight, which was effectively most of our band. The women, the youngsters, the foresters, Lovro, and Dirayr all received rewards. Borna spoke to everyone individually, thanking them for their contribution.

Nanaidh was singled out, and given the sword that Khoren had carried.

Our prisoners were released, in return for a promise that they would not fight against Borna again. Their families, and the families of Vazrig's dead warriors, were allowed to leave. Borna would not hold them hostage. He let them take what they could carry - but he kept all of their horses, weapons and armour.

We now had three times as many horses as we had fighters. Dirayr, with his wounded leg, was barely able to manage our growing herd. Borna found him plenty of help.

- "I don't know anything about horses." said Siret.

- "I know." said Borna. "This way, you'll learn to ride, and make yourself useful to Dirayr at the same time."

- "Is this some trick?" asked Nanaidh. "To keep us out of the fighting?"

- "No. You've all proved yourselves. But we won't be fighting anytime soon. And you have to learn to ride. Or you won't be able to accompany us when we

do

go to fight."

Borna discussed our situation with me, Lovro, and Hravar. Dirayr and Priit were included in the conversation. We still had only a handful of warriors - even counting the women and the young men.

- "Manahir has a hundred." said Priit.

- "He doesn't." said Lovro. "We've killed forty or fifty of them."

- "He'll replace them."

- "That's true. It's a point of honour with him, to have a round hundred." agreed Dirayr.

- "Not sure I'd put Manahir and honour in the same sentence." said Hravar. "But if he does have a hundred again, half of those will be neophytes - like ours."

- "No." said Borna. "Ours have seen action. They've lived rough, and they've been tested. We have an advantage, there."

The only thing we could agree on was that we could not hold the steading if our enemies came in force. We couldn't allow ourselves to be trapped inside.

So the first thing we did was to remove six logs from the rear of the palisade, so that we could exit the steading easily, close to the forest.

The second was to persuade as many of our remaining people as we could to move into the forest, where it was much safer. We had inherited almost fifty more non-combatants. More mouths to feed - or more hands to work, if you prefer.

***

It was difficult to even look at Noyemi. Every time I saw her, I heard Borna's words in my head: 'You could marry her'.

It didn't help that she was more attractive now than she had been the first time I saw her. The months of captivity had been hard for Noyemi, mentally as well as physically. She was even more slender, yet she didn't seem quite so fragile. She was tougher, somehow.

But there would always be something about her features - the brightness of her eyes, her small nose, her slightly larger than normal upper lip - that would seem delicate. There was just something about Noyemi that stirred my protective instincts.

I finally found the courage to speak to her again.

- "You were right." I said. "Borna said 'No'."

I waited for her to say 'I told you so'. She didn't.

"But he did promise me that ... some day ... I would be able to free you. It may take some time, but ..."

- "Why would you?" she asked.

- "This wasn't my idea. I never wanted ..." Damn it - why was it so hard to talk to her? "I swear to you - at the first opportunity, I will free you."

- "And what would I do then?" she asked.

- "Eh?"

- "Where would I go? What would I do?"

- "You could go anywhere you want." I said, too quickly. I knew very well that she

had

nowhere to go. Her family were dead, her steading burned to the ground.

- "And

be

what, exactly?" she said. Her voice was calm, but there was bitterness in it. "A concubine? A whore in Hvad town?"

I was shocked. "No - Noyemi! You could marry whoever you want."

- "Ah, yes - my one option." she said. "And who will marry the freed slave? Who would dare to marry the daughter and sister of their Hospodar's enemies?"

- "Borna would never -"

- "What will he do, Ljudevit? Hang a sign about my neck that says 'Go ahead and marry this one, if you want her - I won't hold it against you.'"

Noyemi was clearly angry, and I had no idea what to answer. So I did the only thing I could think of: I fled.

***

Kanni was - as ever - more understanding.

- "My father was right, sometimes." I said. "About some things."

- "Such as?"

- "When he told me to shut up."

Kanni smiled at me, with a twinkle in her eye.

"Oh - not you. I mean, my father used to tell

me

to shut up. Quite often. He was like Gosdan, in that respect. 'When in doubt, say nothing'."

- "What if your words might have helped?" asked Kanni. "Helpful advice. Words of comfort."

- "I don't know. If anyone wants advice, they'll ask. If they don't ask, they're probably not that keen to hear it."

- "I meant Noyemi." she said.

- "I don't think that I gave her much comfort." I replied. "But the damage is done. I can't unsay what I said."

- "Maybe not." said Kanni. "But why don't you do what you do best?"

- "What's that?"

- "Think, Ljudevit. Put yourself in her place, if you can."

So I did. It wasn't as difficult as I'd thought it would be.

- "Thank you, Kanni." I said.

- "You're welcome."

I went off to find Noyemi.

- "I'm sorry, if I made you unhappy." I said. "That wasn't my intention. I meant for it to be good news - of a sort. One day, you'll be free. No - let me finish."

Noyemi had been about to interrupt, but I forestalled her.

"Imagine, for a moment: if none of this had ever happened, your father would have married you off as

he

chose. You would have had no say in the matter."

"But one day, you

will

have a choice. You can marry, or not. You can choose the man yourself. You think that no one would want you - but look at Kanni. She knows that Borna will marry, one day. And he won't force her to remain with him. On the day she chooses, she's free to do as she wishes."

"I can think of three or four men who will ask her to marry them. She's bright, and kind, and capable. Any man would be proud to have her as a wife."

Noyemi sat silently. She didn't try to interrupt me.

"You asked what other option you had, Noyemi. The only ones you mentioned were concubine, and whore. What about warrior? Nanaidh. Durra and Siret. Berit and Fimi. All chose their own path."

"You didn't deserve to be enslaved. But think for a moment: you've been freed from your father, and your brother. No one will force you to marry against your will. And you have my word - on the day that Borna allows it, I will give you your freedom."

"You might be surprised to find how many men would be willing to marry you. But that's the whole point. You won't have to. You can choose what you want. Marry, or don't. Choose your own path. Yes, it's frightening - but it can be wonderful, too."

That was all I had to say. I left her sitting there. It didn't feel like a retreat or headlong flight, this time.

***

Maigon struck back sooner than we had expected. But he didn't attack us directly. Instead, he raided small hamlets and isolated farms on the very edge of the territory that had once been Gosdan's.

We saw columns of smoke. Then, refugees began to arrive at the steading.

Manahir's grandson and his warriors were burning, looting and killing. People who lived anywhere near the targeted areas were afraid that they'd be next. Families came in every day, with tales of what had happened to their neighbours.

This created a serious problem for us. There were simply too many mouths to feed, and fewer resources to feed them with. Kawehka and Tsoline continued my education, and introduced me to plants I would never have known were edible.

Bedstraw and bracken

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, chickweed and clover. Plantain, speedwell and stinging nettles. Some of these had to be cooked twice, after a change of water. Others could lead to diarrhea if eaten in large quantities. But we collected food wherever we could find it.

The only bright spot was that we gained four new warriors. Three of them were really only seeking a safe place for their families, but we weren't about to question their motives too thoroughly.

And we discussed ways of striking back.

Borna was adamant, however, about one thing. "No burning, no rape, no killing of innocents. I'll listen to any other suggestion, but not those."

- "Ambush them when they come." said Dirayr.

- "Fifty of them?" said Priit. The refugees were unanimous on that subject. The raiders always came in large numbers.

- "This is a new style of warfare." I said. "They've crossed the line. Several lines. I would be willing to bet that some of their own warriors aren't happy about that."

- "How does that help us?" asked Dirayr.

- "We go the opposite way. To something traditional. Timeless. A way of fighting that everyone respects.

We raid their horse herd

."

Hravar leaned forward, and took my head between his hands. Then he kissed me, smacking loudly, on both cheeks.

- "I love this man!" he said.

- "I don't get it." said Dirayr.

- "Think, Dirayr!" said Hravar. "It's traditional. Warriors will respect that. We won't be killing defenceless farmers. Maigon will look like a brigand, while Borna looks like a defender of traditional values."

"If we can steal some of their horses, it also hampers their ability to make these large-scale raids. And what better way to train some of the women, and the newcomers?"

- "But best of all," I interrupted, "it hurts Manahir's prestige." A Hospodar, and a Ban even more so, was known for rewarding his followers with horses. The number of horses a Lord owned was usually commensurate with the number of fighters he could support.

Borna now had many more horses than he had warriors. We would try to place Manahir in the opposite predicament.

- "I love it!" enthused Hravar. "You're an ugly turd, Ljudevit, but now I understand why you're the Hand."

Borna insisted on leading in person, despite his injured foot.

- "It's not so bad." he claimed. "Besides, I won't need it as much, on horseback. And people have to see me leading - especially the newest of our folk."

I wasn't convinced.

"Alright. I really need to see Manahir's territory. We may have to fight there someday. I have to see it for myself."

- "You just thought of that now." I said.

- "It's still a good reason." he replied, with a grin.

We took a mixture of veterans and the least capable riders - the young men, and the women. There were twenty of us, in the end, that rode out at midday.

Borna's luck held. We went undetected until we were well into enemy territory. The first person to see us, on our second day out, was a simple shepherd. Borna decided to speak to him.

- "Which way to the horse pastures?" he asked.

The shepherd scratched his head. "Why d'ye want to know?"

- "We're here to steal from Manahir." said Borna. He pointed at me. "My friend here wants to steal sheep. But I say we should take horses instead. What do you think?"

The shepherd looked at me with alarm. I gave him my best sheep-stealing ruffian expression. He was a simple fellow, but no fool.

- "The herds is that way." He pointed to the southwest. "None so far, if ye're ridin'."

- "Thank you very much." said Borna.

It grew dark, and we had to decide whether to stop for the night, or to carry on, and risk losing our way. Borna resolved that issue by stopping at the first homestead we found. He politely asked the terrified farmer and his family for directions.

They had seen columns of smoke from Maigon's burning on our lands, and believed that we were here to retaliate. Borna's question caught them completely off-guard.

So they told him exactly where we could find Manahir's pastures. Borna gave them two silver coins, and they shared their food with us.

- "This has to be the most polite horse raid ever." said Lovro.

It wasn't difficult after that. Maigon had put guards on his grandfather's horse herds. But the four men were sitting around a fire, which we could see from miles away.

They were drinking and telling stories when a dozen of us approached on foot. It was more than a little embarrassing, to find themselves surrounded, without a weapon to hand.

One of our four prisoners was a man we had captured after the battle with Vazrig. Borna had released him, after he swore an oath not to fight against us in future.

- "This is just guarding horses." he was quick to assure us. "Not fighting against you."

Borna agreed. He extracted the same oath from the other three.

- "What if I refuse?" asked a skinny, long-haired youth.

- "I'm not going to kill you." said Borna. "Any oath given when your life hangs on the answer could hardly be fair, could it? But if you won't swear to live in peace with me, when I

could

kill you, I would have to take you prisoner."

- "For how long?" asked the youth.

- "Hmm. Probably until the fight between me and Manahir's kin is over. Meaning, when they're all dead. I hope that will be soon, but it could take some time."

- "I'll swear the oath, then."

- "Good choice." said Lovro.

We took thirty-three horses.

***

We knew for certain that we had stung Manahir. Maigon stepped up his raids, hitting multiple farms in a single night. It was Hravar who figured out that they were splitting up, separating into smaller parties, and spreading out to harry a wider area.

Borna took us all out, on horseback. It was easy enough to find them, as they guided us with the fires they set.

We caught four of them only moments after they had murdered a herder and his family. Borna had all four killed - but we shaved their heads before beheading them.

Then we found a second party, looting an abandoned house. One saw us coming, and managed to flee. We didn't pursue: Borna didn't want to run into an enemy force the same size or larger than ours. But we did catch two more raiders, and meted out the same punishment.

It may have not seemed like much of a defence, considering how much damage Maigon's raiders were doing. But they now had six fewer horses, and six fewer warriors. Or murderers, depending on your viewpoint.

From then on, the enemy did not burn so widely. They were more careful, travelling only in a single large group, with many of them watching for us, rather than looting and killing.

More refugees came to the forest - we did not move back into the steading - but in addition to the non-combatants, we began to see a new type of arrivals. Men came, bearing weapons, usually in pairs, though occasionally it was a single individual, or a trio. They asked to speak to Borna. And they offered to join him.

The odd thing about this was that we didn't know these men. They weren't from our lands. They came from Asrava's territory, or even from Manahir's. Two were woodsmen, from another forest four days' walk away. Three were young men who should have gone to Manahir. Two came from Yelsa, further south.

- "We want to serve Borna." they said.

But they weren't the most unusual. That prize had to go to Aare. He had the palest skin I had ever seen, and a wide-brimmed hat that would rival Hravar's old helmet for ugliness.

- "I wish to fight for Borna." he said.

- "Wait - I know that voice. Didn't we capture you, when you were guarding horses?" I asked.

- "That's right." he said. He showed no trace of embarrassment. With skin so fair, a blush would have been immediately evident.

- "And you balked at taking an oath

not

to fight against us."

- "Yes. Until Borna explained that the alternative was captivity."

- "And now you want to fight

for

Borna?"

- "That's right."

- "Would it surprise you if I asked ... why?"

Aare took a deep breath. "I doubt that my three companions will honour their oaths." he said. "And many laughed at me when I said that I would. Maigon told me that I was going on the next raid against you - whether I liked it or not."

"I

didn't

like that. It seems wrong, to be forced to break an oath, by someone you've sworn an oath

to

."

- "I see: how can he honour your first oath, if he clearly doesn't respect the second?"

- "Exactly. And Borna seems to be a man who

would

respect my oath. I've left Manahir's service."

- "I think Borna will enjoy meeting you." I said.

He did. Aare was still young, and skinny. He was not very strong, and not particularly quick, either. His long reddish hair made him look like a girl, at first sight, or from a distance. But Aare was earnest, and intense, as only the young can be. Borna took a liking to him, and often kept him nearby.

I had no objection - I liked him, too. But one thing did worry me. I spoke to Lovro and Hravar about it.

- "What if he was a spy?" I asked.

- "You think he's a spy?" said Lovro.

- "No - I mean 'what if he was'? Or what if he was an assassin?"

- "Like me, you mean." said Hravar.

- "No. We knew you. It was painfully obvious that something was wrong with you. And I don't mistrust Aare. He's exactly what he seems to be. I'm worried about the

next

stranger who comes to join us."

- "Somebody sent to kill Borna, you mean." said Hravar. "Like I was."

- "Only someone we don't know." I added.

- "Those two from Yelsa?" asked Lovro.

- No, they're alright." said Hravar. Then he frowned. "Or are they? Shit, Ljudevit, now I'm going to be suspecting everyone."

- "That's not what I'm suggesting. We just need to be more careful with Borna - and who gets close to him. I'm his Hand - but I'm not always there."

- "We'll help you." said Lovro.

***

There was another, even more unusual arrival. He wore a blue tunic, and a yellow cloak - both colours which we saw infrequently. He carried no weapons at all, only a cloth sack strung over his shoulder.

He was young, dark-haired, and fairly short. His eyes were bright blue, and his face rather handsome.

- "I seek Borna Vrej." he said.

- "I'm Borna." I said. This was one defence we had agreed on. I would pretend to be Borna at first, in case any of the newcomers arrived with bad intentions.

The short fellow merely examined me at length.

- "You don't

look

like Borna." he said. He spoke very slowly, pronouncing each word clearly.

- "Don't I? And how would you know what I look like? Have we met before?"

- "No." he admitted. "But I have spoken to several who have. And you are not a match for their descriptions."

- "Is that so?" I said. "You've been talking to people, have you? Why?"

He took the sack from his shoulder, and reached inside it. He produced a gusle.

"You're a guslar?"

- "I have that honour." he said.

- "What's your name?" I asked.

- "I am called Imants. Imants of Adarion."

Adarion was the Hvadi province closest to Izumyr. I didn't recognize this guslar's name, but he was very young. He might have been just starting out.

But the arrival of a guslar was significant. I apologized immediately.

- "You're right, Master Guslar." I said. "I'm not Borna. My name is Ljudevit. This is ... just a precaution, with so many strangers joining us."