Book 1, Part 1- Samurai
And so it begins.
A small winged form dances upon the waves, cavorting in the sea. Laughing in a voice too high to hear, the dragonette flings itself into the air. Water runs off his body as his wings unfurl, propelling the Nathair Sith towards shore.
Alone on the beach, fingers working at the knots in a fishing net, Fhaolan hums to himself. With a grin, the wolfen clambers to his feet, dragging the ropes behind him as he strides to the waterline. With a heave, the net is thrown into the misty sea as Fhaolan growls...
"Storytime."
**
Scarred, Rough-hewn hands pull the nets back, straining against the struggling fish within their cords. A long row of fishermen sluice through the water, eddies forming around their waists and legs as they drag themselves, and their catch, to shore. Youths help to empty the nets into baskets, to be taken away in carts to the drying flats. Elders sit by the wayside, repairing nets that had caught on logs and sharp-edged rocks.
Heads turn at the sound of thunder. A rider approaches, the flash of armor catching the fishers' attention for a moment before they return to their catch. The mount snorts as the rider pulls it to a halt, swinging herself down to land in front of one of the elders. The massive war monitor claws at the earth, resenting the need to stop.
Noting the rider's arrival, one of the fishermen begins the long, slow walk to the shoreline. His thick legs stumping through the water, his speed not increasing at all when he finally reaches dry land.
Wiping the sea-spray moisture from her delicate muzzle, the warrior snarls, "I seek Ssackha, Samurai of the Daimyo Tlas-kain."
Not pausing, the fisherman dumps his catch into a waiting basket. He nods his wedge-shaped head, "I am Ssackha."
Her thin tail lashing in surprise, the warrior is silent a moment. Recovering, she bows, her spine and tail making a parallel line with the ground, her arms held straight out to either side. "Samurai. I bear a message from Daimyo Tlas-kain. He desires your presence in his court at Firestone Palace."
She studies the Shi-fal fisherman cum samurai, her mind spinning. Shi-fal cannot be samurai, they are peasants, not nobles. They are too heavy, too slow, too stupid. Only the Shi-lung, the children of the Dragon, are allowed to bear honors. This must be some form of humor on the part of the Daimyo. Yes, this Ssackha is a jester, not a samurai. After all, a Shi-fal could never be fast enough to survive in battle, either of the sword or of the arts. And imagine the cost to armor one!
The Shi-lung warrior is jolted out of her thoughts by the thudding of Ssackha's massive legs as the reptilian fisherman moves past her towards a small hut. Hurrying to catch up, she notes how the other Shi-fal move out of Ssackha's way, bowing their heads as if to a Shi-lung. Irritation turns to anger as she decides this jester's humor is uncouth and deserving of punishment. Suddenly Ssackha halts, and turns his heavy head towards her, "Ride then, and inform the Daimyo that Ssackha will arrive as he desires."
Embarrassed to be reminded of her duty, the warrior grimaces, "The Daimyo desires your presence immediately. To fulfill that desire, I am to relinquish my mount to you, to speed your journey."
Ssackha looks into her eyes, "And how are you to return to your duties?"
"If I have no mount, then I will walk." Her spine is straight and proud.
This one's blood is jade, thinks Ssackha. Nodding his head, he opens the door to the hut and strides in. "What is your name?"
The warrior slides her head to one side, as if looking for traps in that simple question. "I am called Onita, Samurai."
Ssackha gestures in welcome, ushering her into the hut. "Come with me then, Onita, as I prepare for the journey."
**
Inside the hut, opening the chest before him, Ssackha starts to rummage through his belongings. Slowly he straps on the leather and enameled steel armor that is a Samurai trademark. The helm fits, though it has been obviously altered for the head of the Shi-fal. A long string of coin flies through the air, to be caught by Onita's reflexes.
Stunned by this display of wealth, she whispers, "I do not understand, Samurai."
"I am Ssachka. Call me that."
A moment of silence, then Onita decides to repeat herself, "I do not understand, Sam... Ssachka."
Ssackha smiles as he straps on his helm, "It is honorable for you to desire to walk, as you have been commanded. However, you were in fact not commanded to walk, but to give your mount to me, hai?"
An upward turn of her muzzle shows agreement, "Hai, Ssachka."
"Your desire to walk several weeks to complete your duty here speaks well of your honor. Please do me the honor of using your knowledge to purchase a mount for my use in the future." Long thin swords are tied to Ssackha's belt, seeming too delicate for his massive hands. "When we both reach the summer court, I will return your mount to you, and you will return my mount to me. In that way, we will both have honor, and you will be able to complete this task quickly."
Slowly it dawns upon Onita that this Shi-fal is far more complex than she had assumed, "Thank you, Ssackha Samurai, but you may need these coins in your own travels."
His smile spreads even further across his face as Ssackha opens the chest further. A dozen or more strings of coin, each the equal of the one in the Shi-lung's hand, lie there. "My needs are simple, and my Daimyo rewards well. I have my own coins to pay my way, those you hold are yours now."
After repeated shocks to her world-view, Onita can do no more than stumble over her thanks.
**
The beastmarket is like the village it occupies. Small. Onita takes a dejected look at the various riding animals available. "This is not promising. Do you have a suggestion, Ssackha? Why do you not have a war monitor already?"
"I have spent little to no time practicing what skill I may have in riding animals."
Onita turns a curious look to Ssackha, "I thought that riding was an essential part of Samurai training?"
"Essential to ride? Hai. Essential to be able to tell one riding animal from another? No. As long as they hold my weight, I am pleased." A dry chuckle escapes Ssackha, "Although I am not unskilled in mounted combat, my people are not well-suited for the saddle. To be honest, my legs do not bend that way without some pain, and there are few mounts capable of carrying my weight. The Shi-fal are a sturdy people, not an elegant one."
Sighing, Onita turns back to make her selection, "Perhaps we can trade for something better along the way....."
**
"Daimyo Tlas-kain." The lithe Shi-lung advisor bows low as the warlord enters the chamber.
"Shogun Tlas-kain soon, Shou T'u." Richly dressed, Tlas-kain sweeps across the room towards the balcony.
"Yes, Daimyo. You shall be Shogun." A slight pause, the silence pregnant, "As soon as you take the young lady to wife. Her lands with yours will give you all the strategic sites on this island. None will be able to oppose you."
Suspicious, Tlas-kain turns to his advisor, "Why do I hear a note of doubt in your voice?"
"It is not doubt, Daimyo. It is concern." Shou T'u bows again. "The lady has quite a distance to travel, and I am concerned for her safety."
The Shi-lung lord turns away again to watch some flying lizards cavort in the manicured forest below. "As am I, Shou T'u. Which is why I have sent for one of my samurai to lead the force that will escort her to me."
Now true concern fills Shou T'u, "Samurai, Daimyo? Would that be the one called Ssackha who arrived this morning? The Shi-fal samurai?"
A bright smile radiates from Tlas-kain, "Yes, my most trusted advisor. Do you not agree that he is the best suited for this task?"
"Ah, your words are wisdom. An excellent choice. Two difficulties can be solved in this way." Sho T'u's smile matches Tlas-kain's, "The concern that we feel over the lady's safety, and the unfortunate feelings the court is having over the Shi-fal's unusual status."
"I am glad you agree. Those are two concerns which trouble me greatly."
"In fact, the samurai has already had an effect upon the court. The messenger who was sent to fetch the Shi-fal arrived with him, having exchanged mounts for their travels in an effort to satisfy your desires as you had expressed them." Sho T'u lets silence again descend on the conversation. His use of pauses is masterful. "The court is alive with rumor and speculation on Ssackha's honorable treatment of his fellow warrior, and his methods of dealing with your orders."
Tlas-kain frowns, "Perhaps we should put an end to those rumors once and for all. Add that messenger to the honor guard we are sending to escort the lady. As a reward for her efficiency and devotion to duty, of course."
"Of course, Shogun Tlas-kain."
**
Kozakura stares out upon her lands from her balcony, contemplating the future. When she weds Tlas-kain, he will control the island, and she will control Tlas-kain. He will have the title of Shogun, she will have the power. Of course, she is technically already wed to him, having gone through a traditional ceremony during the matchmaking. Yet, something is missing.
A faint scratching at the bamboo screen distracts her, "Enter."
Forehead to the ground, a servant crawls into the room, "A samurai leading a force of honor has arrived, my lady. To escort you to the summer court of Daimyo Tlas-kain."
"How much honor?"
"Twenty warriors, my lady, with well-kept beasts and arms."
"And the samurai? What aspect would their leader have?"
"He is .... very large and well armed, my lady."
"Large, is he?" A smirk forms, "It is a very long journey. Perhaps he can find some way to entertain me as we travel. How large is this samurai?"
A heavy tread approaches.
"He is.... Shi-fal, my lady."
"WHAT! How dare they! They insult me! They insult my house! To send a animal in the guise of a noble warrior!" Kozakura spins, arms upraised as she rages. Only to face Ssackha, standing in the doorway.
Ssackha's deep voice reverberates through the small room, "My lady, I am sent by my lord to escort you."
Backing away, the lady shivers as the samurai's massive form fills the entrance. "How... why...:
Taking the questions literally, Ssackha replies, "I will have a carriage prepared, my lady. My lord is concerned over your safety. I am here to protect you."
**
Kozakura surveys the campsite through the window of her carriage. She has no intention of joining the warriors, and that peasant Shi-fal leader of theirs. How could they follow him? His airs do not fool her, he is still not Shi-lung no matter how well-trained a beast he is.
Now, that young male. Chi-toa, is his name. He was kind enough to serve her dinner, perhaps he would be kind in other ways. To fulfill other .... appetites.
Not far away, Onita watches as Ssachka dabs at a parchment with an ink brush. "I thought you said Shi-fal aren't an elegant people?"
Raising his head, Ssachka blinks a few moments, "Hai. I remember saying that. Why do you question that now?"
"Your painting. Every moment that we are still, you are painting. Is that not an elegant skill?"
Ssachka smiles slowly, "Ah, you mistake me. I have no real skill. I am merely copying."
Opening a small wooden box, Ssachka displays a small broken piece of curved white porcelain. The seemingly delicate inkings on the parchment is a poor match to the paintings on the porcelain.
Onita smiles and examines the piece carefully. Suddenly she blinks, "This is a shell!"
"Yes. It is my shell. It is traditional amongst the Shi-fal to take the largest fragment of a birthing shell, and to decorate it." Ssackha gazes fondly at the shell, turning the box to catch the firelight. "According to the tradition, this piece of shell holds the Shi-fal's soul. During wedding ceremonies, the shells are exchanged, signifying the merging of the partner's souls."
Eyes narrowed as she sees a flaw in the tradition, "If the shell holds your soul, what happens if it is lost, or stolen."
"Then whoever finds the shell holds power over the Shi-fal." He pauses, "And if it is destroyed, the Shi-fal is rendered soulless and without honor."
Onita gains a look of panic, "I am glad the Shi-lung have no such tradition."
"The Shi-lung abandoned many Shi-fal practices, to further differentiate themselves." Ssackha smiles, "I find it curious."
As usual, Onita slides her head to one side, looking for traps. "We are the children of the Dragon. We have been raised above the Shi-fal, above their beliefs."
Ssackha adopts a gently lecturing tone, "The Dragon lay with a Shi-fal priestess, and she bore the first Shi-lung. They exchanged shells in the Shi-fal tradition. Why did the children of the Dragon abandon something the Dragon himself followed?"
"I do not know." Becoming upset, Onita stands up and turns to walk back to the main campfires, "I do not know."
**
Ssackha pulls the reigns of war monitor, forcing it to a standstill. Onita pulls up along side as he slides down his mount's tail to the ground. "What is wrong, Ssachka?"
"This place... there is imbalance here."
Onita casts her gaze around the swampy landscape, "A good place for an ambush."
"That is what I said, is it not?"
Onita laughs, "Ah, but I said it better."
"What are we waiting for!?" Kozakura leans out of her carriage, "Another delay? Another fire-side art lesson? Continue!"
Ssackha draws his swords, and Onita her strings her bow on her saddlehorn. Ssackha nods to the other warriors following along behind, "Be prepared."
Turning to face forward Ssackha yells, "Show yourselves! It is dishonorable to hide like vermin!"
A moment passes before shapes rise up from the shadows. Archers cover the travelers, and spearmen block the path. Light in armor, they are dressed in skins and feathers. Ssackha nods, "Shi-zha. I am not surprised."
The leader of the Shi-zha strides forward, paint covering her face. "Not Shi-zha. We Shi. You are blasphemy to the Gods, your kind betrayed them. We are the Gods' spears to punish you."
Ssachka nods, "Ah. Your Gods wish to punish us with speeches. I understand. Please, continue."
The war-leader screams and charges Ssackha. Without a direct command to fire, some of the Shi-zha archers hesitate a fraction of a moment. The honor guard does not. Arrows fly through the air, felling warriors on both sides.
The young male called Chi-toa ends up back-to-back with Onita, fighting off Shi-zha savages. His sword slices through leather and hide, yet he takes several cuts from the spears of his attackers. Onita does little better. The staves of the spears are long enough to put their attackers out of range, while strong enough to withstand several attempts to chop them shorter. Chi-toa yells, "We're losing!"
Ssackha, his bulk becoming more fluid than Onita thought possible, moves aside from the war-leader's charge. She goes rocketing past, helped on by a slap from the flat of his blade. A spear is plucked from another's hand, to the astonishment of the savage in question, and is launched at one of the few remaining Shi-zha archers. Ssackha moves like a dream, simply being where he needs to be, and not where the blows aimed at him are.
His opponents are not as lucky.
The war-leader picks herself up, cursing herself hoarse. Seeing several of her warriors fall in quick succession to this incarnation of blasphemy, she launches herself once again at his back.
Onita finally disposes of her opponent, just in time to see the war-leader's spear pass through Ssackha's shoulder blade. The battlefield goes still for a moment before Ssackha spins, ripping the spear from war-leader's grasp. With Ssackha's main sword-arm useless, and his second sword too short to reach, the war-leader feels triumphant. Ssackha continues to spin, astonishing Onita and Chi-toa by lifting into the air like a dancer. The war-leader realizes at the last moment her mistake, as Ssackha's massive tail slams into the side of her head, propelling her into a tree with a sickening snap of broken vertebrae.
Leaderless, injured, and demoralized, the rest of the Shi-zha surrender or flee. The honor guard quickly restrains the prisoners while Chi-toa and Onita rush to Ssackha side.
**
The spear removed from his shoulder, Ssackha sits as still as he can while Chi-toa sows the wound. Which is not very still at all. "If you continue to twitch like that, you will have crooked seams," chuckles Chi-toa.
Ssackha growls, "I am not a garment."
To which Onita replies, "An inch or two lower and that's all you would of been good for."
Ssackha grunts, not trusting himself to a civil reply.
"What shall we do with the Shi-zha prisoners?" Onita asks, "There are a dozen of them, only half of them at best are capable of traveling."
"They have no need to travel." Ssackha resists the urge to shake Chi-toa off his back as the needle and thread pulls through his hide, "This is their home, there is no point in taking them from it."
"So we're going to execute them?"
Ssackha sighs, "Perhaps. Bring them to me."
Onita slides her head to one side in confusion, but signals the guards to bring the prisoners forward.
The Shi-zha stand, spines straight as they await sentence.
Their blood is jade as well, thinks Ssackha. They know their lives are forfeit, yet they face death with honor.
"Your leader is dead. Does your desire for battle live on?"
The Shi-zha look to each other, and one takes the initiative, "We will fight for our lives."
Ssackha grins humorlessly, "And if your lives were not at stake, would you fight?"
The new Shi-zha leader pauses a moment, before replying, "No. There would be no need, nothing to gain but death."
Chi-toa finally finishes his darning of Ssackha's shoulder, and the samurai sighs in relief. He looks the Shi-zha in the eyes, one by one, and says, "In the morning, you may go back to your families. This night, however, you stay here and pay the price of freedom."
The leader looks suspicious, "What must we do?"
Ssackha pauses, and looks over at the graves the remaining guards are digging, before returning his gaze to the prisoners. "Tell me about your Gods."
The Shi-zha jerk their heads back in confusion, but begin to speak, hesitantly at first. In time, they are speaking with fervor, laughing and gesturing dramatically as they tell the tales of the Gods and their heroes.
Ssackha listens intently.
**
Sitting on his cushion, Tlas-kain ponders the supplicant before him. "You alone escaped the battle? The lady Kozakura was taken by the barbarians?"
"Hai, Daimyo. It is as I have said."
Tlas-kain nods to Shou T'u, and the rest of his court, "We are saddened by this news. We will mourn for two weeks time in respect for the lady Kozakura, our wife."
"Two WEEKS!" screams Kozakura, stomping into the courtroom, "Two months would be more respectful to my rank!"
Shou T'u staggers back in shock, Tlas-kain rises from his crouch, "My wife? You live?"
"Yes, I live. Only due to your assignment of the samurai Ssachka to my escort. He fought off the Shi-zha bandits with honor. Your household is well defended by your vassals." The Shi-fal being discussed enters the court, bowing low to his lord.
"I will remember his service well." Tlas-kain scowls at gasping Shou T'u. "Perhaps we should retire, lady, and discuss our marriage."
Tlas-kain turns to precede his new wife, but Kozakura's voice stops him, "I would ask a marriage boon of you first, my husband."
Cautiously, Tlas-kain turns back, "A boon?"
"Hai. I feel well protected by this samurai, I would be most grateful if you would assign him to me, permanently."
Ssackha visibly recoils, before regaining control. "My lady, I would be honored, however.."
Tlas-kain interrupts, "If the samurai would be honored, then it is done. He is yours, my wife."
Kozakura beams, "Then proceed, my husband, and we will retire."
**
A scratching at the sliding panel alerts Ssackha to a visitor. "Enter and be well come."
Onita walks in, "You sent for me, Ssackha?"
"Hai, Onita. I must ask a boon of you." Ssackha continues to crouch on the mat, polishing his swords. He places them precisely before him as he sits back in a pose of meditation. "I would have you assist me in seppuku."
Onita gapes, "I... why?"
"I am unable to serve with honor. The lady Kozakura wishes to use me as a tool against lord Tlas-kain."
"How do you know that? Her request to have you serve her personally was an attempt to honor your efforts to protect her." Onita's concern is almost overwhelming, fearing what Ssackha may do if he has misunderstood what Kozakura did.
"She has commanded me to take over the household guard. To have them swear service to her, as is her right." Ssackha's eyes close as he slips farther into meditation. "She has re-worded the oath, however, to remove any loyalty to lord Tlas-kain."
Her spine goes stiff, and Onita sees the way of honor, "Then your path is clear, you must tell Daimyo Tlas-kain."
Ssackha's muzzle twists into an empty smile, "I cannot, in honor, serve lord Tlas-kain. He has attempted to kill his wife, and us."
Onita gasps again, "How?"
"The Shi-zha were armed with spears and arrows. They were not of iron, but of steel. Superior steel. All identical." The Samurai holds out a souvenir of that battle, the spearhead that was plucked from his own shoulder.
Onita takes the triangle of metal and turns it around in her hands, "Shi-lung manufacture. And so many all the same would have to be made ... here. In the capitol." Then she notices the smithmark.
Ssackha nods, having anticipated her stunned look. "To be specific, by the palace smiths. Traded to the Shi-zha, to buy their service. To attack, and kill, us."
"Yet you let them go."
"There was no need to kill them, they were not likely to try again. I also needed to hear their stories." Ssackha's voice turns wistful, "Did you notice that in their tales, the Dragon is one of many? That he had siblings, and parents, like any mortal creature?"
Onita is silent for awhile, plucking at the cloth of her sleeve. Ssachka waits patiently for her to speak, to render judgment. She surprises him, turning away as if to speak to the wall. "You cause me to question my self, my people, my beliefs. I never knew of the shell tradition, and that the Dragon followed it. And so, I never wondered why the Shi-lung do not. I never wondered whether the Shi-fal and the Shi-zha were truly lesser races or not."
Not fully with this line of thought, Ssackha opens his eyes and peers at Onita. "Questioning beliefs is the role of the philosopher. A samurai must be warrior, artist, and philosopher. To destroy, create, and wonder. Otherwise, we become unbalanced, and our honor is forfeit."
"I am not samurai."
Ssachka nods, "Yet. You are very close, and will become closer with time."
Onita whirls around, "Then I would ask a boon of you."
"Boons seem to be swimming plentifully these last few days. Yet I feel compelled to answer yes to it. Would that be a mistake?" Ssackha wiggles his fingers in amusement.
Onita answers his amusement, tinged with a grimness. "I will grant yours, if you grant mine first."
"Then yes, I will grant your boon." Ssackha bends his head, "Though I can guess what it is you will ask."
"If I am to become samurai, I must have instruction. Instruction you have started, and I ask you to finish."
Ssackha nods, "Hai. This is what I thought. Do you understand what this costs me?"
The warrior who would be samurai smiles, "Better than you, I think."
**
Onita strides down the hall, to be met by Chi-toa. The young male looks back down the hall Onita came from, "Did he agree?"
She smiles, "Not the right time. But he is heading in that direction by himself, without any prompting. It'll just take a little longer."
"Maybe going slower would be good anyway." Chi-toa muses, "We want to leave plenty of time to prepare the court for his ascension."
Onita's head slides as a thought strikes her, "Why? Why do you and the others do this? You could be put to death for this treason."
The young male looks to his claws, "He is Fal amongst Lung with friends of Zha. As long as he prospers, others will try to do what he has done. Perhaps some of them will succeed. Perhaps the Shi can be one people again. Perhaps," He pauses, "we can bring the Dragon home."
Turning, Onita strides away, saying over her shoulder, "Lofty goals."
Chi-toa calls after her, "Why do you do this? You gamble the same odds."
Stopping, Onita whispers, "I think of a painted shell, and how I must make up for what I lack. To keep him, I will have to make him our hundred-year comet."
Chi-toa blinks, "Your poetry escapes me."
"His brightness will rival the sun."
*** FIN of Book 1, Part I ***
Book1, Part 2- Daimyo
The Nathair Sith spreads his wings wide, gliding over mountainous terrain. Below, fruit trees grow in well-planned groves, the paths between them all lead to an elaborate structure in the distance. Red tiles cover the roof, curving to meet thick beams protruding from the walls.
The dragonette swoops down, circling a tall russet-furred figure that is dancing in the courtyard. The sword he wields belies the idea of peaceful dancing, however. A practice dummy stands before the kilted wolfen, showing the signs of hard use, and harder blows.
Fhaolan looks from his dancing, "I ha' been requested tae continue tha story o' tha Dragon's Children. So I will do so."
The wolfen spins, drawing a slash diagonally across the practice dummy. "A year ha' passed since tha samurai Ssackha was recalled tae court. A year since Ssackha met Onita and Chi Toa, tha two warriors tha' will figure so highly in his own destiny. Tha first triad was formed."
The long curving sword flashes again, a second slash creates an angle to the first. "A year since tha Shogun Tlas-kain wed tha lady Kozakura, and turned life at court intae chaos by their treachery against each other as well as against Ssackha. The second triad was formed."
Once more the weapon flickers out, a triangle is now gouged in the dummy, "An' now for tha third."
"Storytime"
**
Light flashes off of spinning blades in the practice yard, clashing swords resound throughout the palace.
In the midst of the practice, Onita and Chi Toa stand now at attention, listening to the samurai instructing them in the way of the warrior. Ssackha's bulk moves slowly through the unusual forms as he explains each one. "The short spear of the Shi-Zha is as deadly in hands of an expert as our katanas, and as such should be treated with respect. The shaft provides leverage for the short blade, while being thick enough to block even heavy blows from a sword."
Chi Toa slides his head to the side, and ventures to ask a question, "Samurai, why instruct us in the use of a weapon we will not use? Would it not be better to continue with the sword instructions, to raise our skills in that?"
The Shi-fal samurai looks over to the smaller Shi-lung, "On the battlefield, is it not better to face an opponent that is using a weapon you know the use of, than one that is strange to you?"
Chi Toa drops his eyes, "I bow to your wisdom, Samurai."
Sighing, Ssackha stumps over to touch the young warrior with the spear's haft, lifting his long muzzle so their eyes may meet, "Bow not to me, for I am not your lord, merely your instructor. Be not afraid to ask questions, for such is a way to knowledge."
Onita remains silent, not truly attentive to this exchange. Her mind is distracted by an unexplainable feeling of dread. She worries as to the next move of the lady Kozakura whom Ssackha is oath-bonded to protect.
**
"I do not understand, Milady?"
"Of course not. You are too simple. It is not necessary for you to demonstrate your stupidity before me."
The conversation between Kozakura and her maid is not meant for any ears but their own, "I will assume you do not understand, and give you explanations when you deserve them. Not before."
"As you command, Milady."
"For this last year, that Shi-fal beast has protected my life from my 'husband'. However, his laughable pretense at honor has also restricted me from responding in kind. How I would like to hire a Nagasi assassin to remove both men from my life." Kozakura swirls around the room in her kimono, her tail curled around her waist in the approved manner. A manner that requires the tail be broken and bound as a child, so as to lie flat. "I must find a way to remove him. I would prefer the one known as Chi-Toa to be elevated in the beast's stead. He has a much more pleasing aspect."
"Hai, Milady."
"I will be patient. An opportunity will present itself. It must."
**
Days pass uneventfully, with little or no change to the lives of the people at court. With one exception.
A wandering priest arrives at the gates of the palace, a Shi-fal priest of the Dragon, though this is not surprising. It is a rare Shi-lung that joins the priesthood, most being more interested in ruling the land than pleasing gods, even if the god in question is a valued ancestor.
"I seek Samurai Ssackha."
These are all the words the priest will say to any who inquire. Eventually, he is led to the inner courtyard, where Kozakura and her guard listen to a poet recite.
The priest bows to the lady, and addresses Ssackha who stands to her side, "Samurai Ssackha, I bear a message."
Glancing at Kozakura for her permission, Ssackha bows to the priest, "Then speak it, honorable."
"Samurai Ssackha, a fortnight ago, the priest Ssantha passed into the Celestial Temple, to stand before the Dragon in judgment."
Ssackha pauses a moment, his eyes closed, "My father is dead?"
"Hai, Samurai Ssackha."
His head bowed, Ssackha restrains his grief, "Is there any more to the message?"
"Hai, Samurai Ssackha. As he passed from this world he spoke of you, and an oath taken in your name when you were in egg. A marriage oath between yourself, and one known as Kohku. Who is now a priestess of the Dragon in the temple of tears, Nakidasu Komekami."
**
A bundle of incense sticks smolder, their scented smoke rising into the air. A portrait has been newly added to the wall of the mourning chapel. The resemblance between the portrait and Ssackha is obvious.
Onita stands by the samurai's side as he prays for his father's well being in the Celestial Temple. When he reaches for a new incense stick to add to the bundle, she speaks, "What will you do?"
Ssackha's voice is gravely, from lack of sleep, "I will obey my father's wishes. As is proper."
"But you do not even know this priestess!"
"She serves in the temple that my father served in. I can only assume he knew her well, and revealed this oath, as he felt wise. If the match was unsuitable, he would have severed the oath, as was his right as high priest of the Dragon. But we cannot know what may or may not be, until I go to the temple and speak to her."
Which leaves Onita no choice but to leave Ssackha in his grief. Her own grief is from a different source, but powerful even so.
**
The court is full, as Shogun Tlais-kain and his wife Kozakura stand judgment over the petitions of the day. Oddly, Ssackha is not at Kozakura's side this day, but bowing before them as supplicant. "My lady, I must ask a boon."
"A boon, my samurai? What is its nature?"
Ssackha remains bowed as is proper, "My father has passed from this world, and his will was for me to marry a priestess of the Dragon, by the name of Kohku."
Kozakura frowns, disguising her eagerness. Though present at the priest's revelation, she was unsure as to what Ssackha would do until now. "An opportunity, do you not think so my husband. The priests of the Dragon hold much sway with the common folk."
The Shogun, who knows of the revelation through the countless spies he has around the palace, nods, "Hai, my wife. A bonding between our vassal and a priestess is formidable. By my command, you command this vassal, will you bless the union?"
Hands clasped together, she bows low to Tlais-kain, a move that brings him suspicion, "And I am your vassal, as he is mine. As such he is still yours to command. I will bow to your wisdom in this matter."
Tlais-kain thinks slowly, deciding that if his wife wishes him to command, perhaps it would be wise to command as little as possible, "Then I will bless this union."
Ssackha rises just enough to allow him to bow again, "I thank you, my lord."
"Yet...", Kozakura hangs the word in the air, and many of the gathered courtiers wince. Though they are all Shi-lung, and Ssachka is merely Shi-fal, many of them have come to respect the samurai over the year he has been at court. "Such a boon as this requires a service, my husband. To prove the samurai truly desires to fulfill his father's wishes."
Various plans spin through Tlais-kain's head, but he can see nothing but gain for him to send Ssackha away, to deprive his wife of this protector. "I agree, my wife. A religious quest to suit this religious boon."
"I am reminded of an artifact stolen from you by the ronin warlord, Hiraku."
"Ah yes, the Hilt of the Dragon's Sword. I am surprised that you mention it. Hiraku is known as Kensai, and may be the greatest swordsman of this age. This samurai has no chance to prevail."
Kozakura pulls her head back in satisfaction, "I am confident in this samurai's abilities. He will prevail, and bring great honour to our house."
His wife's motives are unclear, but the Shogun decides to go along with her wishes. Yet, perhaps he can reduce her even further than she had thought, "But some companionship is necessary. He will be squired by the warriors Onita and Chi-Toa."
Startled, Kozakura panics, "Ah, but husband, the warrior Chi-Toa may be a suitable guard to replace this samurai when he is away on quest. It would not be meet to leave me unprotected."
Success flushes Tlais-kain, he now has her plan. Chi-Toa is young, and may be far more corruptible than Ssackha. The samurai has fettered and his wife as much as inconvenienced himself, and she now seeks to do away with Ssackha. Tlais-kain cannot allow her to control a warrior such as Chi-Toa directly, however, as that would be too risky. "The household guard will be sufficient. It is time they do more than pose prettily."
**
"Where do we begin?" Chi-Toa checks the girths on his monitor.
"We travel to the P'an-lien mountains, where Hiraku is reputed to be." Ssackha replies, "Nakidasu Komekami is along our path, as well."
"Which would allow you to meet the priestess Kohku." Mutters Onita as she fusses with the packs.
"Hai. I would speak with the one my father chose for me."
**
The meeting between Ssackha and Kohku did not go well. Both realized quite quickly that there was only the late Ssantha's oath-bond between them. Ssackha begged forgiveness, to prepare for the rest of his journey. Chi-Toa, being wise enough to realize that the other meeting, between Kohku and Onita, was not a place for him to be, and left as well.
"Ssackha spoke of quest he must complete, before his Shogun will bless this union. Yet he will not speak of it."
Kohku is attractive, as such things are measured. Her training as priestess has given her a bearing, poise that nothing can diminish. Kohku has spent a lifetime learning stillness.
"He wishes you to remain untroubled."
Onita, though being Shi-lung, hates the feeling of inferiority that the Shi-fal Kohku instills in her. Onita is not used to this feeling, and it burns the more for its strangeness.
"If I need be troubled, I would wish to be so."
Kohku holds the face of Ssackha in her mind, overlaying it with the image of Ssantha. The elder and the younger are much alike in features. And it seems in temperament as well. Only the son of Ssantha would undertake a quest to prove himself to a woman he had not met.
"The Shogun requires Ssackha to regain a holy artifact from the camp of the ronin warrior Hiraku."
Kohku's eyes dilate, her practiced stillness is disturbed visibly, "Hiraku? Hiraku is a great warrior, and a swordsman beyond compare. Ssantha was greatly impressed by the Kensai. A strong man, Ssantha said, in need of a strong lord."
Onita looks suspiciously, "How do you know so much of the ronin?"
"He sheltered for some time in this temple before retreating to the protection of the mountains with his army of warriors and mercenaries."
"Yet, you speak of him in the tone of one more than just one sheltering under the same roof."
"Ssachka teaches you well the art of observation, which he learned from his father. Hiraku and I spent many an evening conversing, speaking of his past, his future." Kohku pauses, "To speak with honesty, as my God requires of me, we spoke of our future, together. Ssantha seemed pleased with the notion."
"Yet on his deathbed, Ssantha bade you to marry Ssackha instead."
Kohku bows her head, refusing to meet the other female's eyes. "He was most mysterious on this, and did not speak of it, until the moment of his passing. Yet, it is what he spoke, and so I have no option. It is the only honorable path."
Onita's voice is cold, "Then you and Ssackha are well matched indeed."
She turns to leave, but pauses, "You spoke of mercenaries. What kind of mercenary would shelter with a ronin, where pay would be rare?"
"The Yuan."
**
Mounted again, and including at her unbending assertion, the priestess Kohku, Ssackha and his companions ride for the P'an-lien mountains. "The Yuan? They are far from their homes."
"The mountains that Hiraku shelters in, would be as nothing to the mountains the Yuan are used to on the mainland." Chi-Toa comments, "We of the Shi are not well suited for life away from our rivers and coasts. He chose well to have them in his army, if he intends to remain there."
"And if he does not?" asks Onita.
"Neither Hiraku's army nor his choice of residence is of any concern of ours." Ssackha pulls his mount around to block the others' path, "We seek the Hilt of the Dragon's Sword. If Hiraku intends to conquer the world, he may do so. As long as he does it without the Hilt."
"Hai, Samurai."
Kohku stays quiet, listening and pondering her options.
And making her decisions.
**
Ssackha awakens, his head reeling. Days are missing from his memory.
Glancing around the campfire, he discovers Kohku's absence. The note in her place is elegantly written, speaking of both Hiraku's and Kohku's regret, but that no-one should follow into them into the P'an-lien mountains, unless they desired battle.
Shaking Onita and Chi-Toa awake, he leaves them to gather his equipment.
"What happened?"
"Sleep powder laced with other concoctions. Placed in the fire, I believe." Says Ssackha, as he armors himself. "It seems that Kohku's priestly training included detailed knowledge of herbalism."
Onita shakes her head, "What will we do now?"
"I will enter the mountains, find Hiraku's army, and challenge him. To keep his honor, he must accept the challenge. You will stay here and tend the camp until I return."
"WHAT!?" Chi Toa is rather emphatic, "That is suicide."
"But it is what is required of me. Nothing that has happened has dissolved the oath-bond placed upon me by my father or my Shogun. I must seek the Hilt, and now Kohku as well."
The younger warriors look at Ssackha in shock, unable to speak, unable to argue the point.
**
Shi-fal are not designed to be mountain-climbers, being too heavy in body, and thick of fingers. Yet Ssackha struggles on. At first, Onita and Chi-Toa watch him, but even when he passes from their sight, another observer is present.
Hiraku bears the scars of a hundred battles, but his eyes are keen. He rotates his head around to look back at Kohku mounted upon her monitor. "He follows. He loves you that much?"
"No," is the reply, "his honor compels him forward."
"I've never seen the like."
"You have. He is his father's son. The Shi-fal had heroes long before the Shi-lung came to be."
"Then I must kill him, to give us peace."
"As you will, my love."
**
Ssackha reaches an outcropping, and pulls himself heavily to the lip of it. To his surprise, the outcropping is occupied.
In full armor, a Shi-lung stands before him, in battle stance. "I am Hiraku."
Ssackha nods acceptance, and climbs to his feet, "I am Ssackha. The will of Shogun Tlas'kain demands you surrender the priestess Kohku and the Hilt of the Dragon's Sword."
Although Hiraku is somewhat shocked by the simple declaration of intent, he recovers quickly.
"The Hilt of the Dragon's Sword? Is that why you still pursue us, to possess a piece of jewelry?" Hiraku laughs, "I have taken a sacred oath, in the presence of your father, that I would not surrender the artifact."
He draws his sword, "Leave now, unless you desire this Hilt more than your life."
Ssackha slowly draws his own sword, his eyes never leaving Hiraku's, "I desire nothing, yet I cannot allow you to bar my path."
Hiraku looks down the length of his sword, "You will still battle me? For a prize that you do not truly want?"
"I have been instructed by my Shogun to retrieve the Hilt, in order to fulfill the dying wishes of my father. In honor, I can find no other way. If I am to die, so shall it be. But I will not abandon my honor."
"If you leave, only you and I will know we ever met. You cannot win this battle."
"That I know of it is enough. I will not fall back."
Hiraku asks, "You are Fal, yet you wear the armor of a Samurai, which only Lung may aspire to. You flout tradition by your very existence. How does your valued honor withstand this?"
"I am nothing but what I am. Samurai is merely a title. If others choose to honor me with that title, so be it. It does not change me from Fal to Lung, any more than your ronin title changes you from Shi-Lung to Yuan." If the situation were anything other, Ssackha would seem amused, "If the title of Samurai is taken from me, I will still be Ssackha, son of Ssantha. I will still have my martial skills. I will still fight for honor. Very little will have changed."
Hiraku stands straighter, his head barely reaching the shoulder of the larger Shi-fal. Yet in the way that Ssackha draws back slightly, it is obvious that both believe the smaller is the better in this confrontation. "When I was exiled, I went without protest. I could not follow a Daimyo I did not believe in, and there was no Daimyo worth belief. Why do you follow your Shogun?"
"A boon was asked of me, one that prevents me from seppuku, one I have yet to fulfill. Once I have done so, I will take the honorable path."
"And what wish did your father have, that causes your Shogun to send you against me?"
"To marry the priestess Kohku, though we know each other not. If I knew of a way to release Kohku from this oath our parents made before we broke shell, I would do so, as I would not force her into a marriage she wills not. But such is beyond my abilities."
"Kohku," Hiraku whispers so softly that his opponent cannot hear, "Oh my heart. You did not say that your parents made this oath. His claim is greater, and we must bow to it. His honor is strong, can I be any less than he? I cannot kill him for you."
Hiraku's sword drops, while Ssackha retains his watchfulness, awaiting a trap. Hiraku speaks, his voice showing his pain, "Then perhaps I have another path for you. You are honorable and steadfast. I have heard from the Shi-zha that you protect and aid those who require it, no matter the cost to yourself."
"How does this path lead away from this battle?"
"The battle is needless. You must gain the Hilt, and I must see that it goes to one who will lead with honor." Hiraku goes to his knees before Ssackha, his sword offered to the other samurai in open palms. "You are one who will lead with honor."
"I surrender the Hilt to you."
"I pledge my oath to you."
"Daimyo Ssackha."
**
Ssackha stumps down the mountain towards the camp, leading Kohku's monitor. Kohku rides silently, curled about herself in confusion and loss. Onita watches, "Did you defeat the ronin in battle?"
"No. Yet I have the Hilt I came for."
Onita starts, glancing at the sorrowing Kohku, "I do not understand?"
"Kensai Hiraku has sworn his allegiance to me."
Rising from the ground all around the camp, lithe Shi warriors and squat Yuan mercenaries reveal themselves in their multitude. Ssackha sighs, "I now command his army."
Chi Toa whispers, "Our hundred year comet rises."
Onita drops her eyes, "And still I have lost him."
*** FIN of Book 1, Part II ***
Book 1, Part III: Shogun
A figure in robes gestures, the temple rising around him like a citadel against savagery. He is much smaller than most of the other figures that move purposely around him.
"This be tha' final part o' tha first story o' Ssackha," Fhaolan whispers, "I shoul' nae be here, as tha Shi do nae take kindly tae outsiders in their churches."
The Nathair Sith pokes his head out from under the robes, and hisses in concern.
Wolfen and dragonette are hiding in plain view, dressed as a supplicant to the Shi Dragon-god. Monks line the walls, watching the supplicants, and each other, with blank eyes.
Monks armed with spears and strangely curved swords.
"Bu' wha' better way tae introduce this story." Fhaolan grins, "Jus' as tha' individuals o' this story group in triads, so do tha peoples. Tha Shi divide themselves intae Shi-lung, Shi-fal, an' Shi-zha, dependin' on their particular takes on tha' Shi religion. Bu' tha Shi are part o' a larger triad, o' Shi, Nagasi, an' Yuan. They were once all one people."
"Before tha' Dragon came."
"Storytime"
**
"You are no longer the High Priest's son. You have no authority here."
"It is true that you are now High Priest of the Dragon. My authority comes not from my ancestors, but from my sword."
Ssackha sits before the Dragon's Altar, said sword across his lap. A sword that now bears the Hilt of the Dragon. A full retinue now attends the samurai cum daimyo. Onita and Chi Toa stand as Commanders, the priestess Kohko sits beside him as Consort, and Hiraku the renegade warlord stands as Champion.
The High Priest is worried, his long tail lashes visibly.
"Warlord you may be now, Ssackha-san. But the Shogun Tlais-kain will have that sword from you. It is his property."
Ssackha inclines his wedge-shaped head, "As would be his right. I am vassal to Tlais-kain still. Think of this as his property being in the possession of his property, if it would ease your mind."
"It does not."
"As you wish. You will, however, answer my question," Ssackha leans forward, it is impossible for the priest to escape the Shi-fal warlord's gaze.
"What was the exact wording of my father's dying command to me?"
**
The sinuous figure bows low before the Shogun, "I bring you greetings from the Nagasi Empire, mighty lord."
The Nagasi merchant is even more lightly built than the Shi-lung, and far, far too elegant for Tlais-kain's taste. Every movement is well-rehearsed, like a dance. He may command what appears to be a merchant vessel, yet this is not a merchant.
The Nagasi Empire lies on the border of the Shi-lung Empire, and several wars have been fought to establish this border. The fact that the Nagasi is here, rather than the Imperial Court on the mainland, is a telling point.
The fact that the vessel he commands is far too sleek, far too fast is another.
The fact that the Nagasi's main export is assassins, is the final.
**
Kohko is less than patient this morning. Ssackha, as he has for the last few days, breaks his fast with his eyes never wavering from the books he has collected from the Temple's library. Onita shares Kohko's frame of mind, though for other reasons.
"Will you dishonor your father?", snarls Kohko.
Ssackha waves his hand in negation, "No."
"Then you will marry?", growls Onita.
Ssackha bobs his head, "Hai."
Kohko's chin rises, "Then we will be married in the Temple, as befits our rank."
The hand waves again, "No."
Onita is the one who shows her confusion first, "Where then?"
"The marriage will take place in the Firestone Palace, in the presence of the Shogun."
This answer does not please either Shi-lung women.
"When do we leave?", is the first words spoken by Chi Toa this morning.
The Shi-fal warlord rises, "Now."
**
"More tea, my lord Kalizar?"
"It would please me, my lady Kozakura."
The Nagasi lifts his cup delicately, performing the correct movements with practiced ease.
The Shi-lung noblewoman, inclines her head gracefully, "I must admit my surprise to discover one of your rank captaining a merchant vessel, my lord."
His thin face pulling into what could be considered a smile, Kalizahr replies, "All Nagasi vessels that ply foreign seas are captained by our nobles. How could a commoner understand the proper etiquette that may be required in a court such as this? The Sultan demands that of all Nagasi who are allowed to trade outside of the Empire."
Kozakura does not notice Kalizahr's elaborately draped sleeve, which brushes briefly against the teapot. She leans in, "You must admit, however, that there are certain... rumors that follow your ships?"
"Rumors are merely that, my lady.", Kalizahr grimaces, "I am aware of them, but I do not feel the need to encourage them."
"A pity," Kozakura places a delicate claw on the sleeve of the merchant prince, "It would be interesting to have met an assassin."
"Interesting?"
"I have many interests, my lord. As wife to the Shogun, I have an interest in the well being of numerous people."
"For the sake of conversation, and my own curiosity of course, please continue."
"More tea?"
"Thank you, my lady, but I will finish this cup first."
**
The army of Hiraku, now the army of Ssackha, camps within the swamps. Yuan mercenaries stalk up and down on patrol, not liking this place at all. It is as far away from their lofty mountains as it is possible to be, barring only death. The Shi-lung warriors are more comfortable here, except for the odd sense of familiarity that they cannot explain. It is as if they are not only here now, but have always been here, and will always come back.
Ssackha and Hiraku spar, in full view of the troops. Bets pass between the soldiers as their two lords strike and parry. No practice swords of wood are used, for that would insult both combatants.
Ssackha is the strongest, and has the longer reach by far. Being Shi-fal has some advantage over the smaller Shi-lung. Hiraku, however, is not only faster and more agile, but has his soul wedded to the blade in his claws.
Hiraku is unsurprised when Ssackha proves a worthy opponent. "I see your father in you."
"And I in you."
Only his training prevents Hiraku from hesitating, and loosing the bout. Instead he attacks in a withering display, "I do not understand."
Ssackha, in his disturbing way, is simply not there to receive the blows. As slow as the Shi-fal is, he directs the flow of the battle away from himself. "My father took you, a warrior, into the temple for your protection. He approved of you."
Finally, one of Hiraku's strikes makes good, and a long scratch is drawn across Ssackha's chest. Bringing their swords up to salute, they wipe the blades with powder and rice paper provided by Chi-Toa, and then return them to scabbard.
"Your father allowed me to stay, hai." Hiraku pauses a moment before leaving the field for the next pair to spar, "Of his approval, I did not inquire."
Ssackha's tail thumps heavily against the ground, "My father approved of your mind, I believe, for you are quick in thought as you are with the sword."
"It is the Way of the Sword, to think as well as to act, and to never allow one to bar the other."
Ssackha chuckles, "Then I would like to hear your thoughts on this particular matter."
Hiraku closes his eyes, "I would prefer to think that a battle would not be needed, though it possible they might disagree."
Chi-Toa, who had remained silent for the entire conversation, decides he cannot wait any longer. "To which battle do you refer, and who may disagree?"
Ssackha waves his hand in the general direction of the swamp. Painted Shi-zha warriors rise up out of the water to surround the camp. The Yuan guards jump, and scramble back, shocked that anything could be that stealthy.
Chi-Toa simply nods, "Ah."
**
"Lord Kalizahr, I am distressed to hear of you leaving us?"
Tlais-kain sits upon his throne. The court is oddly empty, with no courtiers or servants in evidence, except for the ever present Shou T'u.
The Nagasi merchant prince is dressed conservatively, in dark silks that may be ornate, but hamper movement not at all, "I am sorry, Lord Shogun. But other business calls."
The advisor speaks first, "And your business here?"
"All complete. You will find all in order, I believe."
And then the lord, "Even my own small request?"
"I gave your request my personal attention, Lord Shogun."
Tlais-kain relaxes, as most of his problems lift off of his head, "Excellent. Would you join me for some tea?"
"I am afraid, Lord Shogun, that Nagasi palates are not well suited for the delicacy of Shi teas." Kalizahr declines, "I am not capable of enjoying them as they deserve to be."
"A pity. Are you sure you cannot extend your stay?"
"My lord, I am but a merchant. As a merchant, however, I hear many stories."
Apparently the remainder of the Shogun's troubles are heavy enough to cave in his skull. At least that's what the expression on his face would indicate, "I would be interested in hearing these stories, lord Kalizahr."
"One such story speaks of an army on the march, heading directly to this palace. An army whose is commanded by one of many possible leaders." Kalizahr arranges his silks, his hands flickering at a disturbing speed, "In one rumor, the commander is an exiled warlord, named Hiraku. In another, a Shi-fal pretender. In yet another, your Emperor himself commands it, or more likely one of his generals."
"I have heard these rumors. They do not worry me." A statement not backed in conviction.
"Perhaps not. However, all merchants in the port are leaving due to these rumors. The Shi-fal peasants are running to the protection of the mountains, despite the executions you have ordered as examples, and their Shi-lung overlords are deciding to follow them." A lesser creature would attempt to fake humor. Kalizahr does not, "There is no one left here to trade with, my lord."
"Except me."
"Of course, Shogun Tlais-kain."
"Are you sure you will not join me in tea?"
"Perhaps just one cup."
Shou T'u prepares the service. It should prove a long cup of tea.
**
"Why you for bring many spears into our lands?"
"To show our respect for your strength."
Onita kneels as do the leaders in this summit. More and more she becomes disturbed, and wishes Chi-Toa was here. Her fellow warrior guards her lord's intended, as benefits her honor, but Onita feels lost without his political mind in easy reach. Lord Ssackha has spent but a few moments with the Shi-zha in their last encounter, and yet he speaks now as if he had always known them and their strange ways.
"Then you respect us very much."
"If you do not deserve this respect, then I must leave, for my purpose here would then be forfeit."
He learns, as was expected, but he has done so far, far too fast. Even Hiraku frowns with the skill Ssackha shows in manipulating Jomon, the Shi-zha chieftain.
"Did I say so? We deserve all you give, and more! For what purpose, then?"
"You have many people in your villages, and they eat many fish. You also have many warriors, for the lord Tlais-kain sends many of his warriors into your lands to raid."
It is almost like watching two people haggling over a monitor. Like she did far too long ago when she first met Ssackha. So much has changed since then.
"You say things I know. What you say I don't know?"
"With so many warriors, you do not have enough fishermen to catch the fish you need to feed those warriors."
Fishing. That was what Ssackha was doing at the time. Perhaps he had dealings with the Shi-zha before? It would explain his more detailed knowledge of how to bargain with them. The Shi-zha and the Shi-fal resemble each other more than either resemble the Shi-lung, so perhaps they traded with each other in secret, not letting on to the Shi-lung overlords.
"Again, I know this."
"What say you, if I say you that you and I can stop Tlas-kain from raiding. Forever."
"Forever long time. And Tlas-kain has many raiders. Your spears and my spears together match his, but an even match does not win a battle."
Chi-Toa, and a Shi-zha warrior, slip into the tent. They bow low to their respective lords. Chi-Toa speaks before the warrior can, "Lord Ssackha, I have gathered the Shi-fal as you commanded. They are armed with flails and scythes and nets. There is also a group of Shi-lung nobles that hid with them in the wilderness."
He had lied to her! Instead of guarding Kohko as he had said, he had been following secret orders from Ssackha. What twists had that political mind followed to require him to lie to her? What further lies had Chi-Toa spoken, and her believe so unwittingly?
The chieftan shows all his sharp teeth, "This makes things interesting. Your people, come to fight for a change?"
"They are not my people."
Silence falls within the tent.
"The Shi are my people. Be they Fal, or Lung, or Zha. We have forgotten the truth of this. The Fal worship the Dragon, who is but one of many. The Lung are descended from that one, but have forgotten to keep even his ways. The Zha try to remember the oldest ways, but they have no time to be remembering in their struggle for survival. It is time for us all to remember."
Ssackha stands, his huge bulk towering over the others, "It is time for us to seek the truth. And the truth is that we are one people, too long divided, too entrenched in our more recent traditions to remember the real traditions that we were sworn to keep."
"We cannot return to the past, but we must not forget it. We must not dishonor our ancestors."
Ssackha lifts the flap of the tent, "But first, we must bring peace to this land. The ambition of Tlais-kain will not restrain itself to these islands, but will reach out to touch the mainland itself. When that time comes, it will bring the notice of the Emperor."
"The wrath of the Son of the Dragon would kill us all, for he would not rest until all these lands are scoured clean of any traitor to the Empire. And the only way to be sure of that is to kill every living creature in them." With that said, Ssackha leaves.
Hiraku and Jomon exchange glances. Jomon speaks first, "He new at this, hai?"
Hiraku nods, "He is a trifle blunt at times."
"Still," says Jomon, "He did respect our strength."
**
It is not long before an army of mixed peasants, nobles, barbarians and mercenaries arranges itself against the fortress that is the Firestone Palace. The figure at the window shudders at the sight of Ssackha at the head of his force. "I knew that Shi-fal are incapable of rising to that rank, without turning against their betters."
Shou T'u ducks his head, "What are your plans?"
"The army shall meet them. If it goes poorly... We must do this carefully, for if I wait too long, only my death can result. If I surrender too soon, the other death will be too suspicious."
"Of course." Shou T'u backs out of the room, "As always, your plans are impeccable."
**
Try your strength at your enemies' weakness, and be not where he tries his strength.
Tlais-kain's strength is in his defences, the fortress that is the Firestone Palace. So, Ssackha does not attack directly. Tlais-kain's weakness is his immobility, confined as he is to that same fortress. So, Ssackha uses his army's mobility as a weapon, cutting off the palace's supply lines and laying seige.
There is no attempt to conceal his intentions, no pretense of vassal-hood. It is too late for that.
Heralds exchange insults, there is no give there, no surrender by either side.
The Shogun's generals know through the Shogun's spies, however, that Ssackha cannot afford to wait out the siege. The rebel commands a disparate force, hastily thrown together. It cannot last, as factional disputes will arise and tear the army apart from within.
When Hiraku, Jomon, and Chi-Toa, representing the forces they had brought to the siege, along with Onita representing the Yuan mercenaries, were called to Ssackha's tent, the Shogun's spies worked very hard to know what was said.
When the news reached Tlais-kain's army, the soldiers and their generals laughed. It will be a short siege indeed.
The truth of that was demonstrated, as Jomon publically denounced Ssackha and his Shi-zha warriors quit the field to return home. The spies found Hiraku in his own tent, penning a letter to the Shogun, offering terms for the Shi-lung nobles under his command. It was widely known by then, that the Shi-fal peasants were having second thoughts about participating at all in this, what seemed, a personal war. The Yuan cared not, but were chafing to do something, anything, and soon.
In an act of desperation, Chi-Toa and Onita were commanded to take their forces on a surprise attack, first thing in the morning. Hiraku refused, and retired yet again to his tent, obviously to finish the letter he had begun.
An attack that was no surprise at all, thanks to the ever-present spies.
When the Shogun's army descended upon the field from the Palace, the Shi-fal peasants broke and ran. The Yuan mercenaries attempted to rally, but sense overcame their martial fury, and they too ran. Tlais-kain's generals laughed once again, and the soldiers set to enjoy the hunt that presented itself, chasing down the remnants of Ssackha's army.
Once the Shogun's army had been led far enough away from the fortress, the Shi-fal and Yuan turned and stood fast, rank upon rank. The pursuing soldiers piled into one another in an attempt to slow and change their charges into retreats. Then, the Shi-zha appeared behind them, sliding from the morning mist like vengeful wraiths, cutting the Shogun's army off from the Palace. Without the walls of the fortress within easy reach, and with the fear created by the eerie skills of the Shi-zha, the soldier's lives became far more valuable than the vanishing joys of the hunt.
With no-one to bar their way, Hiraku's mounted Shi-lung nobles quickly reached the now barely defended Palace, and demanded its surrender. A demand that was quickly met.
Ssackha himself strode first through the Palace's gates, and in his loudest voice, demanded the former lord of this place attend him in the throne room.
Tlais-kain's weakness had not been his immobility at all.
It had been his spies.
**
"I am surprised."
"Tlais-kain is dead, by Nagasi poison. I am here in his stead."
Kozakura stands, restrained only by the presence of the Yuan guards on either side of her.
Ssackha leans back in the Shogun's throne, "And if I was to ask who's coin bought the Nagasi poison?"
"I can not answer that.... My lord." The title is wrenched from her mouth.
Ssackha waves his hand, "Then by right of conquest, I claim all that was Tlais-kain's. As Shogun, I declare peace in this land. Shi-lung, Shi-fal, Shi-zha, and Yuan; four peoples made one by battle. All prisoners are to be released, to begin life anew."
"For me as well?", whispers Kozakura.
"If I may, my lord." Shou T'u, slithers forward with a parchment in hand, "This passage of law may be relevant."
"You are not a prisoner, my lady Kozakura." Ssackha's eyes follow the script closely, "However, as the wife of the former Shogun, you were, according to current law, property of the former Shogun."
"No..."
Ssackha crumples the parchment, "And according to Imperial law, as I have claimed all that belonged to the former Shogun, I have, in effect, claimed you as my wife."
Kozakura falls to the ground, sobbing.
"You cannot do this," hisses Kohko, "we are to be married, you and I."
"No," says Ssachka, "we are not."
Kohko is stunned into silence.
"In the dying words of my father, 'I wish my son to marry the priestess Kohko, as was sworn upon their birthshells. With this command, my son will know that I love him in death, though I refused to acknowledge him in life.'" Ssackha arranges his silken garments, "It was the last fragment that changes his wish from what people heard, to what he meant."
Utter confusion reigns the court before Ssackha continues, "As estranged as we were, my father never hesitated to acknowledge my parentage, nor that of my sisters. However, at no time did he ever mention the fact that I had a brother."
Taking a heavy book from the pack at his feet, Ssackha leafs through the pages. Stopping at a particular entry, "There was a custom my father had struck from the records soon after he became High Priest, but not before he himself was required to participate. Only those who would read the older records, or who were part of the inner sanctum of the Dragon would be aware of this custom."
"The custom required the High Priest and the High Priestess, upon their ascension to the office, to re-enact the mating of the Dragon and his first Priestess. A mating that, I believe, was successful in my father's case." Ssackha pauses dramatically, "With the Shi-lung High Priestess of that time. No offspring of a Shi-fal, no matter how much they favor their Shi-lung mother, could be anything other than peasants or priests. As he wished other for his first born, those children were raised fully Shi-lung. I realize now that it was my insistence in breaking those traditions that created the anger my father felt. It was not truly directed at me, but at himself. For if I could succeed, perhaps so too could have these other, older Shi, if not for my father's own actions. One of those first-born Shi is my brother, and the one our father desired for Kohko."
"I recognize you as my elder brother, Hiraku. To fufill our father's dying wishes, I will see you wed to the priestess Kohko."
The court stands in shock as Hiraku kneels, "I hear the truth in your words, and do accept this charge you place upon me."
Nothing else is said, until Onita gasps, "You! You said.."
"I said I will honor my father's dying wishes, that I will be married, and that the wedding will take place here, in the presence of the Shogun. At what point did I utter falsehood?"
Everyone else being too confused to react, Onita screams in frustration and stalks from the courtroom.
**
Chi Toa hefts the string of coins, "Your payment, though I begin to doubt as to the wisdom of my actions."
The shadow declines, "Wisdom is cheap when viewing the past. I have already been paid."
"I do not understand," Chi Toa slides his head to the side in confusion, "By whom?"
The Nagasi assassin disappears, but not before whispering;
"He comes."
**
Scarred, rough-hewn hands pull the nets back, straining against the struggling fish within their cords. A long row of fishermen sluice through the water, eddies forming around their waists and legs as they drag themselves, and their catch, to shore. Youths help to empty the nets into baskets, to be taken away in carts to the drying flats. Elders sit by the wayside, repairing nets that had caught on logs and sharp-edged rocks.
Heads turn at the sound of thunder. A hundred sails crack in the winds, as the fleet nears shore. Panic spreads, as the news flies.
The Emperor of the Shi has arrived.
The Son of the Dragon is here.
*** FIN of Book 1 ***
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