the Senate of Constantinople backed down with unseemly haste, and sued for peace. Negotiations were set in train but, on the death of Rua, were suspended.
‘How did the Council vote?’ asked Attila heavily, knowing in his heart what the answer would be.
‘When Lord Bleda suggested that a condition of the treaty should be that the East pay for its presumption in gold. .’ Balamir trailed off uncomfortably, the implication of his unfinished sentence only too clear.
Gold. It would prove the ruin of his people, thought Attila despairingly. In the past indifferent to the ‘yellow iron’, whose softness made it useless for any practical purpose, the Huns had recently become obsessed with it. Once they had made the momentous discovery that gold could command power and possessions without limit, they couldn’t, it seemed, get enough of it. Bleda had sown the seed of an idea in their minds: that the Eastern Empire could prove a milch cow for the precious stuff. Like greedy children who come across an unguarded peach orchard, they would become difficult to govern and direct, their minds preoccupied by the easy acquisition of riches, which in the end would avail them little. Unless he could nip that temptation in the bud, the task of realizing his dream — the forging of his people into a great nation, for which he needed the help and friendship of the Romans — would prove immeasurably harder. At one stroke, it seemed, Bleda might have dealt his plan a fatal blow.
1 Probably through an accidental admixture, during its making, of chromium, a metal whose ore exists abundantly in Hungary, and which today is the vital ingredient in the manufacture of stainless steel.
2 The Black Sea.
3 ‘Scythia’ was an imprecise term, implying roughly the whole of the steppe region.
4 The Dnieper.
5 The Don.
6 The place names are, as far as possible, taken from Ptolemy’s World Map (second century), supplemented in one or two cases from Ortelius’
7 The Volga.
8 The Ob.
9 Romania.
10 The Urals.
11 434.
12 16 May.
13 The Baltic.
14 2 June.
15 Probably the Orkneys or Shetlands, though some have speculated Iceland.
16 20 June.
17 The Sayan Range.
18 Digression: a favourite device of classical authors, wishing to expand on a topic not necessarily connected with the main narrative. A famous example is Ammianus Marcellinus’ ‘Excursus on the Huns’, in his
19 A Greek navigator who, in the time of Alexander, sailed round the north of Britain, perhaps as far as Iceland, and explored the Baltic.
20 Bavarians.
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All fugitives will be returned, the annual subsidy doubled, safe markets established for the Huns, and Rome will make no alliances with anyone at war with the Huns
Whips in right hands, reins in left, Attila and Bleda, flanked by their seconds, faced each other across the forest clearing. Attila’s attendant was young Balamir, Bleda’s a middle-aged warrior of hulking physique. Raising his hand, the latter called out, ‘No weapons other than whips; no strikes on the face; the contest to continue until one surrenders.’ He glanced at each opponent, who nodded in turn; then his hand swept down.
The long lash of the whip trailing behind him, Attila circled the glade, never letting his eyes leave his brother, who matched his movements as though their mounts were connected by an invisible axis. Bleda was afraid, Attila could tell: there was sweat beading his unhealthily plump features, and a nervous grin had replaced his habitual crafty smirk. Also, he was out of condition and beginning to run to fat; since becoming joint ruler, Bleda had felt free to indulge a gluttonous trait. Despite being physically at a disadvantage, Bleda had had no choice but to accept his brother’s challenge to a duel. A refusal, if broadcast, would have branded him a coward — a fatal tag for a Hun, especially if he were a ruler.
Fighting with whips required expertise (acquired only through long and arduous practice), courage, and cool judgement. Each flick, because it could not be quickly repeated, had to count — hopefully forcing one’s opponent to retreat, or landing a blow. Blows could inflict wounds varying from angry weals to frightful lacerations.
Slowly tensing his right arm, Attila judged his moment carefully, then struck. The whip-lash buzzed through the air like an angry viper, to smack against Bleda’s shoulder, ripping away a strip of clothing and skin. Bleda shouted in surprise and pain; he riposted, but not quickly enough, allowing Attila to weave aside, then send his lash snaking across to land a second blow, this time across Breda’s rib cage. The duel continued, the long lashes hissing, coiling, and snapping. Attila’s superior skill enabled him to score hit after hit, while avoiding Bleda’s clumsier strokes.
Attila had no wish to cause Bleda serious injury, merely to teach him a lesson for his presumption, and to force him to disclose certain information he was keeping from Attila. Balamir had said that subsequent to Bleda’s Council meeting, but prior to Attila’s return from his pilgrimage, he had several times observed Bleda engaged in earnest conversation with leading members of the Council. At Attila’s request, the young Hun had, at some risk to himself, managed to eavesdrop on one further such conversation, by listening outside Bleda’s tent under cover of darkness. The voices had been too low for him to glean much, but it had sounded as if they were discussing conditions to be imposed on the Eastern Empire, regarding the peace treaty the Council had voted to resume. Excluding Attila from these secret deliberations — by which the terms of the treaty would become set firm — was an insult not to be borne; hence Attila’s challenge to his brother.
Bleda was tiring, his strokes becoming wilder and more desperate. Fear and hatred showed in his eyes; and something else, which Attila could not immediately read — a look of cunning calculation? Too late, Attila saw his brother nod imperceptibly; then he felt his whip tighten against its stock and resist his pull. Whirling round in the saddle, he saw that Bleda’s burly second had gripped the lash by the middle. Even as he looked, the accomplice wound the tail section round his waist, to provide an anchor. Balamir flung himself at the man, only to be knocked senseless by a massive blow to the temple. A sudden stinging pain across his nose and cheeks, accompanied by a loud crack, made Attila turn towards Bleda. His brother’s apprehensive expression had changed to a triumphant leer, as he drew back the whip to deliver a second stroke. The first, had it landed two inches higher, would have blinded his opponent.
Attila reacted with lightning speed. His horse, trained to interpret and obey the smallest signal, backed swiftly in response to the pressure of his master’s knees. With enough slack now to wield it, Attila smashed his whip-stock into the face of Bleda’s second. Howling with pain, the man released the whip and staggered back, clutching his shattered jaw. So quickly did all this happen that when Attila turned back to his brother, the latter’s whip hand was still moving back. Naked terror showed in Bleda’s face; he struck out frantically. Ignoring the pain, Attila took the blow on his forearm, then grabbed the lash and, with a violent wrench, tore the whip from his brother’s grasp. Flinging it to Balamir, who was picking himself up gingerly from the ground, Attila snarled in a voice
