The only apparent sign of the combat was a ribbon of frosty mounds where thousands of dead lay under their cold veil. From atop the hill, these mounds could be seen only because the dim morning sunlight cast small shadows on their western sides. It seemed as though some snow spirit, sensing that neither side would cremate the casualties, had come to spread a funeral shroud over their bodies.
Beyond the battle line stretched a vast plain, ideal ground for the Tuigan cavalry. It was blanketed with the same sugary snow as the hill, and sparkled in the sunlight as though carpeted with diamonds. At the far edge of the plain, perhaps fifty miles away, there was a band of blue that could only be a lake. On the other side of the lake rose a handful of jagged, cloud-colored shapes identifiable as distant mountains.
It was not the mountains that Batu and Jochibi were watching. Dozens of gray lines were inching their way across the plain, moving toward the Tuigan position at the mouth of the valley. Though Batu's eyes were not sharp enough to pick out any details, he was experienced enough to know the lines were enemy columns. He estimated their distance to be less than fifteen miles. Their strength had to be several thousand apiece.
'I count eighty-two columns, commander,' Jochibi said, pointing his finger at the last one. 'We'll never fight through all that. It looks like Chanar wins the wager after all.'
'Chanar wins nothing,' Batu said, studying the columns with a predatory curl to his lip. 'We're not going back.'
'That's madness!'
'Glorious madness,' Batu responded, grinning. The enemy would cut them to pieces, but the Shou did not care. Yesterday, he had fought his illustrious battle. All that remained now was to achieve the impossible victory.
'This time, we truly don't stand a chance,' Jochibi objected. 'Even if there are only two thousand men in each column, they have more than a hundred and sixty thousand warriors.'
'To be precise, one hundred eighty-seven thousand, six hundred and seventy-nine soldiers,' said a strange voice.
Both Batu and Jochibi drew their swords and spun around to face the speaker. They came face-to-face with a gaunt, balding man. His black hair and beard were streaked with gray, and his red-rimmed eyes were burning with spite and malevolence. He slouched as if he were seated in a comfortable chair, but appeared to be floating in midair. Behind the speaker stood four more figures, three males and a voluptuous, sinister woman. All four wore the red robes of enemy wizards. The mages stood with their arms linked and their eyes closed in concentration.
Without hesitating a moment, both Batu and Jochibi swung their weapons. Their blades passed through the speaker's body as though it were a mirage.
The stranger threw back his head and laughed. It was a stiff and artificial cackle. 'Your audacity continues to amaze me.'
Eyeing each other in wary astonishment, Batu and Jochibi stepped away from the red-robed stranger.
'Who are you?' Batu demanded.
'Szass Tam, zulkir of Thay,' the gaunt figure responded, his face growing serious and menacing. 'I assume you are the chief of this band of savages.'
'You assume incorrectly,' Batu said, casually dropping his sword to a low guard. 'That honor belongs to the mighty Yamun Khahan, Illustrious Emperor of All Peoples.'
The zulkir looked toward the east and squinted, as if trying to see something very distant. 'Yamun Khahan, you say? Who is that with him-the fool who led the first attack on our lands?'
Again, Batu and Jochibi glanced at each other in astonishment. 'Does he mean Chanar?' Jochibi half- whispered.
'Chanar,' Szass repeated.
No sooner had he spoken than two heavy thuds sounded next to Batu. A pair of Tuigan curses followed.
The Shou turned to his right and saw the bewildered khahan seated in the snow. His dark brow was wrinkled in anger, and his jaw hung slack in astonishment. Next to the khahan sat Chanar, equally confused and angry.
'Great Khahan!' Jochibi gasped. Sheathing his sword, the scar-faced warrior stepped around Batu, grabbed the khahan's shoulders, and pulled him to his feet.
Regaining his composure, Yamun motioned Jochibi away, then asked Batu, 'How did I come to be here?'
'I brought you,' replied Szass Tam.
'That will be your last mistake,' Chanar growled. In one swift motion, the Tuigan khan drew his sword and leaped at the zulkir. Chanar's blade passed through Szass's body, then the khan followed. He fell face-first into the snow and lay there perplexed and cursing.
'Do all your subjects respond to strangers in this belligerent manner?' Szass asked, addressing Yamun.
'Yes,' Yamun said simply. He turned to Batu. 'What is your report?'
Szass Tam would not be ignored. 'He has decimated an army of ten thousand gnolls, and completely wiped out the Griffin Legion,' the wizard responded. 'He is quite an impressive commander.'
'I have many more like him,' the khahan said, reluctantly granting Szass his attention.
'I doubt it,' countered the zulkir, pointing at Chanar's prone form. 'At least if that greedy oaf is any example.'
Yamun eyed Chanar with a spiteful sneer. 'He isn't.'
Noting the khahan's hostility, Chanar returned to his feet and sheathed his sword. He scowled at Batu as if the Shou had personally arranged this embarrassment.
Addressing Szass Tam, the khahan asked, 'Did you bring me here to talk about my generals, or do you want something?'
'Look out there,' the zulkir said, pointing at the plain to the west. The gray lines were still crawling over the snow. 'Nearly one hundred and ninety thousand men are marching against you, and we can summon more at a moment's notice.'
'Then do it,' Batu said. 'Twice that number would not concern us.'
The zulkir scowled at the Shou, then turned his attention back to the khahan. 'Do you allow your subordinates to speak for you?'
'When they speak the truth,' Yamun replied with a steady gaze. 'We have nothing to fear from your pitiful nineteen tumens.'
Szass Tam raised an condescending eyebrow. 'Is that so?'
'Yes. At the other end of the canyon, over three hundred and fifty thousand warriors await the order to attack,' the khahan proudly lied.
The zulkir glanced to the east, then turned back to Yamun. 'I count ninety-seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-two, exclusive of the two thousand, seven hundred and thirty-six here with the Shou commander-somewhat less than the three hundred and fifty thousand you claim.'
Yamun grimaced, then snapped, 'I have no use for your counting, or your sorcery. We are traveling through your land. If you stand aside, we will take only the food and wine we need to live. If you stand in our way, not an infant will be spared our swords.'
Szass listened to the threat with a patient smile, then said, 'Perhaps I should show you something.' The zulkir stared at the snowy plain. 'This is what will be in a week's time.'
Suddenly an image of the khahan's one hundred thousand Tuigan warriors appeared at the base of the hill. They were all fully armed and prepared for battle. As Batu and the others watched, a powerfully built figure in t'ie cha armor rode out in front of the army.
'Khahan!' gasped Chanar, looking from the figure back to his commander. 'That's you!'
Batu shared his rival's astonishment. Even from this distance, the figure was clearly the khahan. That meant they were watching an illusion, the Shou knew, but it looked so real that he could hardly force himself to disbelieve it.
The illusory khahan lifted his sword and gave the signal to charge. Using one of the favorite Tuigan battle formations, the entire line started forward. There were two ranks of heavy, armored cavalry in front and three ranks of unarmored cavalry in the rear. The charge gained momentum, and soon the Tuigan were streaking across the plain unopposed.
All at once, the first rank of horses crashed to the ground, spilling armored men in every direction. Where no enemy had been standing, a line of pikemen appeared. They drew their swords and began hacking the unhorsed
