Darkness had fallen hours ago before a weary Esk kar decided to get some sleep. He’d taken one last turn around the walls, making sure the men were fed. Food would be in short supply for the next few months and had to be carefully guarded and rationed. Now he slipped past the soldiers and villagers who continued to labor under torchlight in the courtyard.
Stopping by the well, he washed the dirt of the day from his face and chest.
From today until the barbarians departed, the walls would be heavily manned day and night, with extra vigilance after dark. Fires would burn each night, with torches nearby ready to be raised over the walls, while men with bows in their hands watched ceaselessly. Gatus would sleep little this night, as he planned to inspect the men throughout the darkness. Ten lashes awaited any man found not fully awake.
Upstairs he found Trella waiting, sitting at the big table in the outer room. When she looked up, she seemed different. It took him a moment to realize that she looked tired, almost exhausted, a look he hadn’t seen on her before. A wan smile crossed her face as she saw him. He went over to her and bent down to give her a kiss. “Have you eaten?”
“No, not since this morning. I was going to, but then the attack started and everyone was rushing around.” She looked up at him. “I saw you on the wall, and suddenly I was afraid that you would die.”
He sat beside her. Annok — sur called out from the door, though it stood open, then entered without waiting for acknowledgment. She carried a tray holding strips of roasted horsemeat, bread, and warm oil. She put the tray on the big table, then went to the smaller side table and filled two cups with wine.
“You should be tending to your husband, Annok — sur,” Esk kar commented as he gratefully took one of the cups from her hand. The smell of the roasted meat reminded him that he hadn’t eaten since before the attack.
“I already have,” Annok — sur answered. “He returned an hour ago and is already asleep.” She looked at him sternly. “You should be more concerned with your wife. She worked twice as hard today as anyone. Make sure she eats and drinks some wine. She’ll need her strength.” Her hand rested on Trella’s shoulder for a moment before she left the room.
Trella smiled again, a little brighter this time. “Annok — sur is like the older sister I never had. She worries about me all the time. But I’ll eat a little.”
“No, you’ll eat your share and drink some wine as well,” Esk kar said as he reached for a strip of meat. “As I will, before Annok — sur returns and takes a stick to us both.” They ate in silence. Esk kar finished his portion and took a deep draft of the wine. Sitting back in the chair, he watched Trella until she finished. “Now, what’s troubling you?”
Trella drank more of her wine, though she usually limited herself to only a few sips. “When the attack started, I was watching from the roofs across the street. I saw you standing there, saw arrows flying past your head. So many flew over the wall.” She looked away. “I thought I might see you die, right before my eyes. If not today, then tomorrow, or the day after.” Her eyes met his. “What would happen to me if you die, Esk kar.
What would become of me?”
The question took him by surprise. “If the village falls, Trella..”
“No, that’s not what I mean. What happens to me if you die and the barbarians are driven off?”
His mouth opened in dismay. So now this frightened her. Not the thought that she might die, but that she might live. He hadn’t bothered to think about the consequences of his death. He’d risked his life too many times to be much concerned about it. In battle you either lived or died, and those who spent too much time worrying about their fate often ended up dead.
If the village fell Trella would become a slave in some barbarian’s tent, beaten at will, traded regularly among the male warriors who enjoyed new slaves, the property of anyone her new master might offer her to, and abused by her master’s regular wives and children. Many women killed themselves rather than endure such a hard, brutal existence.
Tonight that fate didn’t hold her thoughts. She would probably be one of those who killed themselves rather than endure captivity. For Trella, no torture could be worse than not being able to think, to use her mind, and to have no control over her fate.
He raised the wine cup and drained it. The wine jug tempted him, but he refilled his cup with water instead, using the time to think.
Trella waited patiently, as she always did, never prodding or rushing him, knowing that he needed more time to work things out than she did.
“If I die, you have the house and the gold. Gatus and Bantor would protect you, until…” His voice ran down. The soldiers could be killed as easily as he, and they had their own wives to consider. Trella had no relatives to turn to. With some property would come the pressure to remarry, and the Families might select a new husband for her, their duty for any widow with no family.
“A new husband would be found for you, or you might be able to select one for yourself, since so many know you and respect you. You’re young and there are many sons from the Families…”
“So I would be sold once again,” she answered harshly, “this time for my gold and my reputation, to be put on display until my new husband gets tired of me or grows angry with my words.”
Esk kar tried to think about what he could say, suddenly wanting more wine and wishing that she’d brought this up some other time. “I can’t say what the future brings. Let’s talk about this tomorrow, when we’re both rested.”
She said nothing, just sat there, eyes downcast. When the silence dragged on, he stood and went into the bedroom. He stripped off his tunic and threw himself down on the bed, longing for sleep, but his mind thinking about Trella. What made it worse was knowing that she couldn’t find any good solution to her problem. Otherwise she would have suggested it already.
He tried to think but his body, weary as only those who have fought in a battle could be, betrayed him and he fell into a deep sleep. Nor did he awaken when Trella, after a long wait, put out the lamps and slipped under the blanket with him, put her arm across his shoulder and silently cried herself to sleep.
23
Four days passed with little sleep or time to talk, as all attention turned to the spectacle beyond Orak’s walls. The main body of Alur Meriki arrived late in the afternoon on the second day after the attack. They spent the rest of that day and the next establishing a semi-permanent camp. Hundreds of women and children soon filled the hilltops, staring at Orak and its wall. The villagers, equally curious, stared back at their counterparts, and Esk kar had to set aside a section of wall so gawkers could see the barbarian encampment without disturbing the soldiers.
Even Esk kar felt impressed as he watched the traveling village re — create itself, as it did almost every day. Most of the encampment remained hidden behind the low hills, about two miles from Orak, but he knew a broad, open expanse would divide the camp into two parts. The warriors would pitch their tents, forges, corrals, and anything else needed for the battle on the side closest to Orak, while the families, their carts, herds, and animals settled in on the other side. At the extreme limits of his vision, Esk kar saw herders tending the flocks of cattle and goats that provided milk, cheese, meat, and hides. The horses grazed close by the river, more than two thousand of them, in three separate herds.
Nicar had scribes try to estimate the numbers of Alur Meriki. It took most of the day, accompanied by much squabbling and arguing, before they agreed upon an estimate of more than fifty — seven hundred. Nicar shook his head in despair at the total, while Esk kar swore under his breath.
On the fourth day Esk kar invited Trella to the tower. They sat there for most of the day, while he explained Alur Meriki ways and how everything functioned for the good of the clan. Smoke from hundreds of fires trailed up into the sky and they caught the smell of burning dung mixed with wood chips whenever the wind changed direction. They watched as slave crews working under the whip built ladders and climbing poles. Another group constructed a battering ram, using a tree trunk dragged up by a team of horses. Carts arrived and departed, carrying lumber that would be used to form shields for their archers.
“They’re a great number of people, Esk kar, but most are women, children, and slaves,” Trella said. “And the horses. There must be more than a thousand of them. What will they eat? How long can they stay before the grass is all gone?”
