Horselords (The Empires Trilogy) by David Cook

Author:David Cook [Cook, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786964017
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2012-09-25T00:00:00+00:00

9

The Trap

Yamun Khahan paced along the bottom of the dusty gully, kicking at stones and scraping little patterns in the dirt with his toe. Occasionally he stopped and marched up the slope and stood at the edge of the tree line to gaze across the plain. To his left and right, sheltered in the gully, were two thousand horsemen, huddled below the level of the plain.

In preparation for the coming conflict, Yamun wore his battledress—a glittering steel breastplate engraved and chased with flowers, a leather skirt sewn with metal plates, and a golden pointed warhelm. A coif of chain mail hung from the back of the helmet, covering his neck. The metal draped on Yamun’s body clinked as he walked.

For the last three hours or more, the khahan, Afrasib, Koja, and a host of troopers had waited, more or less patiently, in the gully. The dry wash ran a jagged course, coming down out of the hills to the north and then angling to the southwest, where the mouth of the valley opened into the broader fringes of steppe. A thin stand of willows and tamarisk lined the banks, giving shade to the weary men. Koja, tired of watching Yamun pace and tired of waiting, sat against the base of a tree. Sechen stood nearby, never letting the priest get far from him.

Even in the shade, Koja was sweating. The big wrestler had found a suit of armor for the priest, a heavy thing of metal plates stitched to leather, in the style common to the Tuigan. The armor was ill-fitting, with absurdly big shoulders and long, droopy sleeves, but Sechen had insisted that he wear it. “You might be hit by an arrow,” the guard warned. The helmet Sechen had produced fit little better than the armor.

Koja watched as the khahan turned from the plain and came back down the embankment. Yamun fretted back and forth, impatient for something to happen.

“Why do we wait here, Khahan?” Koja asked as Yamun ventured close.

Yamun, stopped short by Koja’s question, scowled at the priest and almost snapped a sharp reply. Then he relented. “We wait here to capture Manass, historian. At least that is the plan.”

“Manass?” Koja asked, amazed. He struggled to his feet, the armor scraping against the tree trunk. “Here? But how?”

“They’re going to enter the trap,” Yamun answered, marching back to the gully’s edge. Koja noticed that the khahan spoke with less than his usual absolute conviction. The warlord looked to where Koja stood. “Come here, priest.”

Koja joined the khahan, walking awkwardly in the heavy armor. Yamun pointed toward the upper end of the valley, where the land rose to a low pass nestled between the mountains to the east. The trail to Manass crawled over the pass.

“Look there,” Yamun instructed, pointing to a spur that ran down into the valley floor from the north. “See the dark line? That’s Jad and his men.” Koja squinted, barely able to see the line Yamun indicated. Years scanning the emptiness of the steppe had sharpened the khahan’s eyesight far beyond Koja’s.

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