was completed were very impressed by its size. Since then, it has had no useful purpose other than to drain resources from the legions.'
'You are in a surly mood,' said Noran. 'It's the Wall! It's on the king's coins, and celebrated by a dozen murals and a hundred poems. Everything that is Askhor and Askhan: ingenious, dependable, unbreakable.'
'And pointlessly expensive,' added Ullsaard. 'Just who is it defending, and against what? The Salphors? They'd have to cross all of Greater Askhor to even get here. The Nemurians? The Mekhani?'
'And what would it say to the people of Greater Askhor if it was just allowed to fall into ruins?' snapped Erlaan. 'Would you have us abandon our heritage and let the great monuments from our past tumble to nothing?'
'Spoken like a poet and not a soldier,' Ullsaard replied calmly. 'I think the people of Greater Askhor would far rather have the stone and the men used to build bridges and homes and man forts elsewhere in the empire. On the Salphorian border, perhaps. It may be a symbol of Askhor's past, but surely the empire is about the future and where we are going as much as it is about where we come from?'
'You have a dull spirit at times, Ullsaard,' said Noran. 'I would say it is because you are a soldier and soldiers have practical minds, but it is more than that. Surely you see some merit in maintaining such a glorious structure as a testament to Greater Askhor's strength?'
'Askhor's strength,' Ullsaard said quietly.
'What's that?' asked Erlaan.
'Askhor's strength,' Ullsaard said, louder than before. They passed through the defile and the Wall could be seen again, dominating the valley. 'The Wall was built by Askhor, not Greater Askhor. It is not a symbol of the empire, it is a symbol of Askhor itself.'
'Ah, I see!' said Noran. 'As someone born outside the Wall, perhaps you resent what it represents?'
'It is a division between Askhor and Greater Askhor, for sure,' Ullsaard admitted. 'I have done well and made something of my life, but for some the fact that I was born on this side will mean I can never be a proper Askhan, though I have achieved more for the empire than most who happened to be spawned behind its stones.'
'I did not realise you were so ashamed of your lower birthright,' said Erlaan. 'I think it is marvellous that you have attained the station you have despite your humble beginnings.'
Ullsaard reined in Blackfang and swung towards the prince with a glower.
'Ashamed? I'm bloody proud of what I've done. From legionnaire to general in twenty-seven years, through all the blood and piss on the way. But I would have done it in ten if I'd been born in Askh.'
'And perhaps not at all if not for the patronage of my uncle,' Erlaan said, stopping next to the general, his voice and gaze steady. 'I think you overlook the favour of the Blood.'
Ullsaard ground his teeth for a moment and saw nothing but incomprehension in the eyes of Erlaan and Noran. It really was that simple for them; they were born Askhans, nobility even, and had never had to face the obstacles Ullsaard had overcome in his career. He realised he was treading on uncertain ground, and his reaction to seeing the Wall confused him. He had ridden past it a dozen times or more and had never felt this way before. Perhaps it was the irritating presence of the prince that was really the cause. The general frequently forgot that Erlaan was one of the Blood and not just another junior officer.
'It's just a bloody wall, eh?' Ullsaard said with a forced smile. 'I hate the last days of the journey, so close to where you're going but not there yet. Forgive my gruff manner.'
'Of course, Ullsaard,' said Erlaan with a magnanimous look. 'You have your wives waiting for you so close at hand and here's us chattering away about symbols of Askhan glory.'
They rode on for a little while longer as the shadows lengthened and the air grew cooler.
'He built Magilnada as well, you know,' said Noran.
'Who?' asked Ullsaard.
'Beruun, the man who constructed the Wall for Askhos.'
'Never heard of him.'
'Why should you have?' said Noran. 'He turned out to be a traitor and a thief. Fled to Salphoria with half the workforce and built that damned city for their king.'
'How do you know this?'
'While you were learning how to gut Mekhani and avoid the boy-fondlers in camp, I had my nose shoved into Artus's Chronicles and Conjectures by my father. He thought it important that every noble son of Askh should learn his history, to understand where we come from.'
'And yet you have an utter ignorance of the most important book from history. The Book of Askhos.'
Noran shrugged.
'I've never claimed to be even-handed. I didn't enjoy the learning, but some of it sticks in the mind despite numerous attempts to wash it away with fine liquor and rampant sex.' Noran turned to Erlaan with a wink. 'Those taught me far more important lessons about life than any number of dusty old scholars.'
'I'll be sure to broaden my education when I have the chance,' replied the prince.
Ullsaard ignored them as they continued to talk about their tutors and upbringing, maintaining a grumpy silence until they reached the Wall. The sun was almost set and the traffic on the road was all but gone.
'You two should enjoy the hospitality of the garrison,' said Noran.
'And you?' asked Erlaan.
'I need to ride on, to bring news of your impending arrival to the palace. I'm sure they wish to organise a suitable welcome.'
Ullsaard shook Noran's hand and clapped him on the shoulder.
'Ride safe, friend,' said the general. 'It's been good to see you again. Your wives should make arrangements with mine so that our families might spend some time together.'
'I wouldn't be surprised if the whole thing hasn't been planned already,' laughed Noran. 'I'm certain they've already got festivals and celebrations in mind. Askhos knows how much it's going to cost us!'
The herald gave a nod to Erlaan.
'It is a pleasure to have met you, Prince.'
'Likewise, Noran. I am sure I will see you around the palace in the days to come.'
'Your father will be heartened to hear that you will be joining him very shortly. With any luck, he'll be back on his feet and ready to go, and this whole journey will have been a waste of time.'
'With luck,' Erlaan said quietly.
Noran looked at the two of them and then through the great gate to the darkening hills beyond.
'Right,' he said, quietly as if to himself. 'I'll be going then.'
Ullsaard watched his friend ride through the gate and signalled the captain of the watch who had come out of the gatehouse to greet the general.
'Beer, bread and bed, Captain,' said Ullsaard. The young officer nodded in understanding and headed back to the gate, snapping orders.
Ullsaard looked at his companion, hiding his annoyance that Noran had abandoned him with the prince. At least he only had to tolerate his company alone for one day. He waved Erlaan ahead.
'Welcome back to Askhor.'
Salphoria
Summer, 208th Year of Askh
I
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