State Security. The general recognized only one other person in the room, Kwan Chan Sen, who, as the Second Left Grand Councilor, sat in the second chair to the emperor's left.
The chamberlain signaled Batu to stay where he was, then advanced to the center of the room. After bowing to the emperor, he said, 'Divine Son of Heaven and Oracle of the Heavens, General Batu Min Ho seeks an audience in answer to your summons.'
The emperor nodded, then the chamberlain motioned for Batu to approach. When he reached the center of the room, the general kneeled and performed the ceremonial kowtow by touching his forehead to the marble floor three times. After he finished, Batu remained motionless, waiting for permission to stand.
The Son of Heaven did not speak for several seconds, and the general noticed that a pool of cold sweat had formed on the floor beneath his brow. His heart was pounding within his rib cage as if he were in a battle, and a queasy feeling tickled his stomach. After what he had faced during the last week, Batu found it amusing that meeting the emperor should make him so nervous.
Finally, in a resonant voice, the emperor spoke. 'General Batu, we are pleased you have come to our summer palace. Please rise.'
As Batu returned to his feet, the chamberlain bowed and left the room. The general remained in the center of the room, focusing his attention on the Son of Heaven. 'Your venerable welcome honors me, Divine One.' He waved a hand at his shabby chia. 'Please excuse the drabness of my appearance. I come directly from the field-'
'That is no excuse for your insult to the emperor,' Kwan interrupted, leaning forward in his massive chair and spitting out the words.
A wave of anger rolled over Batu, but he forced himself to relax and keep a calm appearance. Kwan was trying to destroy his credibility. Showing anger would only play into the minister's plan. Instead, the general bowed to his superior and said, 'My apologies, Minister. As you must remember, I lost everything but the clothes on my back during our last battle.'
Kwan scowled. 'My memory serves me well enough to recall your cowardice-'
'General Batu's dress does not offend me,' the emperor said, silencing Kwan with a wave of his hand. 'I do not expect Shou Lung's soldiers to wear silk armor into combat. However, I do expect to hear their reports without interruption.'
Though the emperor's words carried reproach, Kwan's face showed no hint of chagrin. He nodded apologetically and inclined his head, but his confident smile suggested that he had made his point. By publicly chastising Batu and calling him a coward, the minister had cast doubt on any criticisms that the general might in turn level at him.
Batu realized he would have to choose his words carefully, even though he intended to speak only the truth.
After silencing Kwan, the emperor calmly placed his hands on the arms of his throne and turned back to Batu. 'Hsuang Yu Po claims you know more about the bloodthirsty barbarians than any living Shou.'
Batu frowned in puzzlement. Hsuang Yu Po was his wife's father. As far as the general knew, the lord was in the Hsuang family citadel in southern Chukei, along with Batu's wife and children.
Observing Batu's confusion, the emperor said, 'Your battlefield dispatches have not gone unheeded, General. I have asked all nobles to gather here with their private armies. Your father-in-law has been kind enough to respond. He suggested you would have some special insight into the nature of the barbarian menace.' As he spoke, the emperor remained upright and motionless, neither gesturing nor shifting in his seat.
Determined to seize every opportunity to discredit Batu, Kwan again risked the emperor's wrath and spoke without permission. 'Hsuang is correct. The general is half-barbarian himself.'
The Divine One raised an eyebrow. 'Is this true, General?'
'Partially,' Batu responded, inclining his head apologetically, though he was not quite sure why. 'Before he came to Shou Lung, my great-grandfather was apa qaghan-brother to the chief-of the Igidujin tribe. When I was a young boy, he often entertained me with stories of his childhood. I was a good listener, Divine One, but that hardly makes me a Tuigan.'
The emperor slid forward to the edge of his throne. 'Less than a year ago, my advisers assured me that the Horse Plains contained nothing but small tribes of savage nomads,' the Divine One said. 'These nomads, my advisers said, would never be more than an irritation on our northern frontier. But in two weeks, this 'irritation' has breached the Dragonwall, captured the garrison city of Lo Tu, utterly destroyed the armies of the Northern Marches, and are driving like an arrow toward the heart of my empire.'
Glancing with obvious irritation at Kwan Chan Sen and another mandarin, the emperor continued. 'When I ask my advisers how this can be, the answer is always the same. 'The enemy is a nothing more than a disorganized band of barbarians,' they say, or, 'Our mighty armies will crush them in the next battle.' But the only armies that have been crushed are ours. Clearly, my venerable advisers are mistaken.'
The Divine One pushed himself back in his throne and locked his gaze on Batu. 'Who are they,' he demanded. 'Who are these savages who have smashed the mightiest armies under the heavens?'
Batu had to fight to keep a grin from creasing his lips. He suspected that the emperor had not summoned him to find a scapegoat, but simply to learn more about the Tuigan. Kwan's fears had been unfounded, and the minister had needlessly lowered himself to asking aid from a subordinate. However, the general realized, the emperor probably had no immediate plan for removing Kwan from his post as Minister of War. This meant that Batu now had an enemy in a very powerful position.
Shoving thoughts of his political troubles aside, Batu closed his eyes and tried to remember all that his greatgrandfather had told him about the horsewarriors. He recalled tales of endless lands, countless tribes, dangerous horseback contests, merciless punishments, and battles fought without fear. He also remembered his impression of the Tuigan as they swarmed down on his army in the sorghum field.
Finally, he looked up and said, 'Perhaps the barbarians are like locust, Emperor.'
The Divine One frowned. 'Locust?'
'Yes. Their numbers are countless and their appetite for blood endless. They move like the wind and appear where least expected, but always with terrible results. They kill everything in their path and leave nothing but devastation in their wake.'
'I see,' said the emperor, pursing his lips thoughtfully.
'Is that why you are burning our fields and chasing our peasants from their homes?' Kwan asked, pointing a gnarled finger at Batu.
Before the general could respond, the emperor turned to Kwan and said, 'The only way to stop a locust swarm is to starve it. Let us waste no more time questioning General Batu's competence. So far, his strategies are the only ones that have had any effect on our enemies.'
As Kwan heard the words, his wrinkled brow rose in shock.
The emperor continued. 'What we must concern ourselves with, Minister Kwan, is what has brought these locust upon us.'
The mandarin seated directly to the emperor's left stood and bowed. This man appeared to be in his late fifties, twenty years older than Batu. His eyes were steady and dark, giving him the appearance of a thoughtful and dangerous enemy.
When the Divine One nodded to him, the mandarin said, 'The locust have come for the reason they always come: they are hungry. Majestic Shou Lung is a wealthy land, and the uncivilized horse-people are bloodthirsty thieves who envy the harvest of our honest labor.'
The emperor shook his head. 'No, Ju-Hai.'
Batu recognized the mandarin's name. Ju-Hai Chou was the Minister of State and the First Left Grand Councilor. Aside from the emperor himself, he was the most powerful man in the Mandarinate.
'In the two thousand years recorded in the Histories, there is only one account of a massed invasion by the horse barbarians,' the emperor continued, looking from Ju-Hai to the other mandarins. 'It was provoked by a warmonger's attempt to annex part of their lands. Only a fool would believe they have suddenly massed to attack without reason.'
'As always, your wisdom outshines the sun, Divine One,' Ju-Hai said, folding his hands in front of his body. 'But merchants are now afraid to travel the Spice Road, and tax revenue has fallen by twenty percent. In addition, the cost of replacing the northern armies will deplete the treasury. Shou Lung's marvelous economy is facing collapse. Can the reason for the attack matter any longer?'
