There was one other amongst the barbarians I considered, little priest. While she had the magical ability necessary, she cannot be trusted. The dragon growled ominously. No. Not trusted at all.
'Who do you mean, great spirit?' Koja said, a little desperation creeping into his voice. 'Do you speak of the second empress, Mother Bayalun?'
I will not say whom, but I know that you should look to the bodies of the dead for answers.
'But-'
That is all I will say on that matter, the spirit roared.
'Why have you not sought freedom before?' Koja asked after a short pause. 'There must have been others.'
Of course there were, little priest. I showed them to you. Or have you forgotten your dream? The spirit had resumed using the voice of Koja's old master. Many have tried to break through my bonds, but all have failed. You saw them there. That was the price of their failure.
The dragon paused, fading slightly before Koja's eyes. And their failures have added to my pain. The Shou devil who tricked me and cast me into the wall placed a condition on my curse. I can contact anyone I think might help me to escape. However, everyone that fails to release me and exact suitable revenge for me against the Shou is allowed to punish me throughout eternity. In the spirit world they stand at my side and hammer away.
The dragon quivered with anger. So you see, little priest, I only contact those who have a good chance to succeed in crushing Shou Lung. Otherwise, they add to my torment.
'How can you be freed?' Koja asked.
I need a sacrifice. This time the spirit chose to answer with Goyuk's voice.
'A sacrifice?'
What does your lord offer his god? That is what I must have, the spirit demanded in Yamun's voice. Its tail lashed at the wall, its prison. No less, little priest.
Suddenly, the dragon flowed back into the wall, molding its body to the shape of the stone. But the spirit didn't fade. Instead it expanded, stretching along the length of the wall, past the watchtowers and through the gates. The twinkling of the watch fires played off its scales as its body rippled and grew, until the head and tail disappeared from sight. Slowly, the scales blended into the stone. The iridescent colors faded, the patterns of scale and stone blending together. I am the Dragonwall, the spirit whispered as it faded from sight.
Slowly the world returned to normal for Koja. The darkness of the night closed over the priest, driving away the unearthly glow that had surrounded the spirit. From above, Koja could hear the faint voices of the Shou sentries and the flapping of their robes as a cold wind blew across the battlements.
'Lama!' whispered the Kashik guide, seeing Koja stir for the first time in a half-hour. Nervously the man stepped up to Koja's side. 'Are you well?'
Numbly, Koja nodded his head. He made ready to go, automatically reaching for the sword Yamun had given as an offering. It was gone. Several long scars marked the ground where it had been.
As slowly as before, the group moved away from the Dragonwall. To Koja their pace seemed agonizingly slow. He was in a hurry to tell Yamun what he had learned. If the khahan intended to free the spirit tomorrow, there was much to prepare.
It took almost two hours for Koja and his men to return to Yamun's camp. By now, it was early in the morning. Dawn would come in a few more hours. Still, the camp was not quiet. Riders were leaving for the mountains to cut timber for tomorrow's assault. The burial details were organizing for the task of burning yesterday's dead.
Koja arrived at Yamun's yurt dog-tired. The khahan was still awake. As soon as the lama arrived, Yamun had the weary priest ushered in.
'Sechen, see that we are not disturbed by anyone.' The big man bowed and herded the guards out the door. With everyone out, Yamun sat beside the priest.
'Now, anda,' the khahan asked earnestly, 'what did you learn?' His voice automatically dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. His weatherbeaten face was flushed with excitement, making his scars stand out clearly.
'More than I expected, I think,' Koja managed to answer. 'There was a spirit there, and I talked to it. At least I think I talked to it.' He rubbed his head to massage away a building headache. Fatigue was making it hard for him to think.
'Anyway,' Koja continued, 'we communicated. I was right, we can free it-or maybe just a little part of it. I don't know for sure. It was very big.' The more Koja spoke, the more enthused he became.
'What? Explain yourself, priest. I've no time for puzzles. The army must attack soon.' The khahan got up and paced, occasionally slapping his hand against his side.
'I am not sure I can, Yamun,' Koja apologized before he began. 'Do you remember the story I told you about the making of the Dragonwall?'
Yamun grunted.
'I'm not sure it was just a story. The dragon spirit I spoke to is the Dragonwall. The Shou did not build the wall from ordinary earth and stone. The Dragonwall was built with the body of an earth spirit.' Koja swiveled as he spoke, trying to face the khahan as the warlord stalked about the yurt.
'But what's the point?' Yamun snapped.
'The power of the wall comes from the dragon spirit. Somehow the builders bound the spirit to the wall so it cannot leave, even though it wants to. It is trapped inside the wall.'
'So?'
'So, it seems to think that you-and I-are special. In particular, it expects you to obtain its vengeance by crushing Shou Lung.'
'This spirit is wise. After all, I will conquer Shou Lung.' Yamun rubbed at his chin, considering the spirit's words.
Yamun's boastfulness didn't phase the lama. He knew the khahan was unshakable in his conviction. 'Yamun,' he continued, 'we might be able to free it, at least in this area. Once the spirit leaves, the Dragonwall becomes nothing but an ordinary wall, perhaps even less. Remember, the spirit's power is part of what the builders used to hold the wall together-like mortar for stone.'
'You're saying that if the spirit goes the Dragonwall could be torn down?' Yamun considered the information, trying to make sure he understood everything.
'There will need to be a sacrifice,' Koja added.
'Of what?'
Koja thought back to the night in the thunderstorm. 'Horses, I think. Fine ones. Isn't that the offering you make to Teylas?' Koja shivered at the thought, uncomfortable at being part of such a rite. Such sacrifices were not the way of the Enlightened One.
'Horses will be no problem,' Yamun stated flatly.
'There was something else,' Koja added, his voice calmer. 'The spirit hinted something about a woman of great magical power. Perhaps he meant the second empress. The spirit said that she was … not to be trusted.' He looked at the floor, partially out of respect to the khahan and partially out of fear.
'She's never to be trusted,' Yamun said, dismissing the lama's concerns.
Koja would not be put off. 'No, it was more than that. It was how the spirit said it. I'm worried that someone-probably Bayalun-is planning something.'
Yamun continued his pacing, showing no sign of surprise. 'If I ask her, she'll only deny this.'
Koja looked at the khahan. 'I may have a way to check,' he offered hesitantly. 'You remember the guard and the Shou who were found dead before the battle?'
'What of them?' the khahan asked from across the yurt.
Koja stood up. 'The spirit said something about looking to the dead for answers.' The priest paused, then added, 'Something didn't seem right about those bodies. The guard had his throat cut as if someone had surprised him. If that happened, who killed the Shou?' Koja found himself pacing in time with the khahan.
'Odder things have happened, priest,' the khahan cautioned, stopping his stride. He set a hand against the tent post, examining the wood.
'Perhaps, Lord Yamun, but I had the bodies hidden away. I think it would be wise to speak with them.'
'Do you really think these two have anything to do with Bayalun?' Yamun asked skeptically.
