Eventually, every soldier would perish on the battlefield, leaving behind lonely wives and children. It was a truth Batu had known all along, but he had always told himself that this axiom did not apply to him. If he fell, his family would not have suffered financially, so the general had always believed his death would be no more than an inconvenience. Now, he saw that he had been wrong. Wu's anguish and Ji's and Yo's grief would have been no easier for them to bear than his own sorrow was for him. It had been wrong to expect them to suffer such hardship on his behalf. Batu understood now that the day he had fallen in love was the day that he should have laid aside his weapons.
Yet, that had never been an option he would have chosen. The first time he had picked up a sword, Batu had decided to become a soldier. He had never known anything else, and had never wanted to. Instead of laying his weapons aside, Batu realized, it would have been better to harden his heart against love-as he hardened it against the death and agony of those who served under him.
As he reflected on his past blindness, Batu slowly realized that the time had come for him to command again. It was true that he had been wrong to take a family. Having taken one, it was equally true that he had been wrong to continue life as a soldier. But those were errors that he had made in the past. By refusing to face them now, he was shaming himself and minimizing the sacrifice that his family had made on his behalf. If Batu was to venerate his wife and children properly, he had to stop using their memories to shield him from his own guilty feelings. He had to start living again.
The renegade waved the quiverbearer to his side, then gave the servant his kumiss cup. 'Take this away and get me some water.'
The khahan raised an eyebrow. 'Are you feeling ill?' he asked.
Batu shook his head. 'No. It's time I started keeping a clear head.'
The khahan smirked. 'Don't get carried away. Chanar Ong Kho isn't that much of a rival.'
Batu snorted. 'I'm not worried about Chanar,' he said. 'I want to be ready for command when it's time to fight.'
'Don't get ahead of yourself,' the khahan warned. 'You will have to deal with Chanar.'
Yamun remained silent for several moments. Finally, he changed the subject and said, 'Since you have decided to keep a clear head, let me make use of it and ask your advice.'
'Certainly.'
'I am thinking that if Chanar had found anything beyond the mountains, we would have heard about it by now.' The khahan absentmindedly swirled the contents of his cup.
Batu did not hazard his own opinion. It was clear that the Mighty One's mood had shifted, but he did not know to where. Undoubtedly, Yamun was leading up to something.
'While we sit here, the snows only grow deeper and the men feel more restless,' the khahan added, looking into his cup.
'This is true,' Batu agreed. In the last week alone, more than ten thousand men had left camp, claiming the need to return to their clans, their ordus, to see that their families were fed through the winter. Although both Yamun and Batu knew that the real reason for the exodus was sheer boredom, the khahan had allowed them to go. He was a perceptive commander who knew that resentful men made poor warriors. Besides, once he sent word back to the plains that the battle had been joined, recruits would come streaming across the snowy waste by the thousands.
'I am thinking we should take the army and follow Chanar through the gap,' Yamun said, still studying the contents of his cup.
'It is certainly possible that nothing lies beyond the mountains,' Batu ventured. 'But I would not want to gamble all my armies on it. After passing the gap, we could easily be cut off and destroyed.'
'By what?' the khahan snapped, looking up from the study of his kumiss. 'Since you advised me to leave Shou Lung, we have not seen a hundred men in one place, much less a kingdom that could field an army. The men are saying that I am lost or afraid.'
'There is a great difference between fear and caution,' Batu countered.
Yamun pointed at the renegade, then thumped his own chest. 'You and I know this,' he said. 'But our soldiers do not. To them, inaction is cowardice.'
Batu knew that the khahan spoke the truth. The men in most armies would have been elated to rest for a week, but not so with the Tuigan. They seemed born to ride and to fight, and were at their most miserable when not doing one or the other.
'Great Khahan,' Batu said. 'The courage of the Tuigan warrior is legend, but he is no less vulnerable to an ambush than any other soldier.'
'Then you advise against following Chanar through the gap?'
Though he knew his answer would not please the khahan, Batu did not hesitate. 'I do, though I appreciate your uneasiness at letting Chanar out of sight for so long.'
The khahan allowed himself a wry smile at the remark, then returned to the business at hand. 'You have always been cautious, Batu. While you scheme and reconnoiter, I attack. That is why I drove all the way to Shou Kuan when I invaded your country.'
Batu saw no purpose in telling the khahan that letting the Tuigan reach Shou Kuan had been part of his plan. He also saw no purpose in arguing, for Yamun had decided to move through the gap long before summoning his Shou general. By debating further, Batu stood to gain nothing. A better approach was to help the khahan develop a plan that allowed for the possibility of escape if trouble arose.
'Khahan,' Batu said, 'your wisdom is infinite, and if you think the time to move has come, I cannot argue-'
Batu was interrupted when a Kashik stepped through the yurt's entrance. 'General Chanar returns,' the guard reported.
The man who followed the Kashik hardly resembled the arrogant khan who had left camp seven days ago. Chanar's hat was missing, and the shaven circle atop his head was red and peeling from sunburn. His face was haggard and drawn, with a grayish complexion and deep circles beneath his eyes. The tattered remnants of a del were draped over his shoulders, and Batu saw a piece of yellow metal glittering through the ripped left pocket. The khan lacked several pieces of armor. What remained had been so severely beaten that it was full of gaping holes where metal plates had fallen off.
Chanar stepped forward and kneeled, filling the yurt with the unmistakable stench of sulfur and smoke. 'I have returned, Khahan.'
When he saw Yamun frown at the sorry sight, Batu dared to interject, 'Barely, from all appearances.'
Chanar's face reddened, but the khahan paid no attention to the affront. 'Rise and report,' the Tuigan ruler said, neglecting to offer his weary subordinate a seat or a cup of kumiss.
Casting a sinister glance in Batu's direction, Chanar returned to his feet. 'There is a rich kingdom beyond the mountains,' he began.
The khahan looked annoyed. 'It took seven days to report this?'
Chanar grimaced and looked away for an instant. When he turned his gaze back to the khahan's, he said, 'No, Great Khahan. I was exploring the kingdom in order to make a more complete report.'
'Your orders were to scout and report,' Yamun Khahan snapped, 'not to explore. By your appearance, I would say your disobedience got you in trouble. What happened?'
Chanar immediately pointed at Batu. 'It was his fault,' the Tuigan said. 'He sent us into a trap!'
The khahan raised an eyebrow. 'What kind of trap?'
'Magic!' Chanar hissed. 'It was everywhere-stinking clouds that choked man and beast, fire falling from the sky, wolves that walked and used swords like men. It was only through my great skill that I escaped with a jagun.'
'A jagun!' the khahan roared, hurling his cup over the general's head. 'I send you into the mountains with five thousand men and you return with a hundred!'
Chanar weathered the storm gracefully, and Batu realized the Tuigan had been expecting it. After the khahan stopped yelling, Chanar said, 'As I said, the Shou sent us into a trap. We were ambushed as soon as we left the valley.'
'On whom did you blame your failures before I joined the khahan's armies?' Batu countered.
'I didn't mean to offend you,' Chanar responded smugly, barely sparing a glance for the Shou. 'I only meant
