khahan's army had mounted and was rushing through the watery canyon toward the other side of the lake, leaving Rashemen's haggard warriors behind them.
Batu turned back to the khahan. 'I'd suggest we take the wizards,' he said. 'To me, it looks like they're worth much more than ten thousand kegs of wine.'
'A wise recommendation,' the zulkir commented, speaking to Yamun Khahan. 'Do we have a bargain?'
'We do,' Yamun replied, nodding grimly. He turned to the Shou, then pointed at Chanar. 'Batu, send your quiver-bearer to your troops. They are to return to my camp.'
Chanar started to object, but a sharp look from the khahan silenced him. His face red with fury, he turned to obey Yamun's order without allowing Batu the pleasure of repeating it.
As Chanar descended the hill, the zulkir addressed Yamun again. 'Before you leave, Khahan, there is the matter of compensation for the wizards I am sending with you.'
'What compensation?' the khahan growled.
'I am loaning you my assistants,' Szass said. 'It is only fair that you give me someone of equal value.' The zulkir shifted his glance to Batu. 'Perhaps I could have the services of the Shou general?'
The khahan scowled. Before he could object, however, Batu said, 'I'm not interested, Zulkir.'
'Are you sure, General?' Szass asked. 'Think of what you could accomplish with fifty thousand gnolls and a circle of fifty wizards.'
'All the gnolls and wizards in Thay would not equal one hundred of the khahan's warriors in fighting spirit,' Batu replied, looking toward Yamun. 'No matter what you offer, I ride with the Tuigan.'
