Wolf Of The Plains Part 29

If anything, the noise of fear and shouting increased, but those who were close by paused and stood watching. Temujin was reminded of the way animals could freeze in the stare of a hunter until it was too late.

"I claim the Olkhun'ut by right of conquest," he bellowed, trying to reach as many of them as he could. "You will not be harmed, on my oath."

He looked around them, judging the level of their fear and rage. Some of the warriors seemed to be urging the others on, but no one was willing yet to rush the khan's ger and kill the men who stood so confidently before them.

On instinct, Temujin took two paces forward, moving toward a group of Sansar's bondsmen. They were seasoned warriors and he knew the risk was greatest there. A single missed word or hesitation and they would erupt into a spasm of violence, too late to save the man they were sworn to protect. Humiliation battled with anger in their faces as Temujin raised his voice again over their heads.

"I am Temujin of the Wolves. You know my name. My mother was Olkhun'ut. My wife is Olkhun'ut. My children will be. I claim the right of inheritance through blood. In time, I will bring all the other tribes under my banners."

Still the bondsmen did not respond. Temujin kept his blade low, by his feet, knowing that to raise it would trigger his death. He saw drawn bows sighted at him and forced calm onto his face. Where was Kachiun? His brother must have heard the disturbance.

"Do not fear when you hear the horns of the watchers," he said in a lower voice to the bondsmen. "It will be my men, but they have orders not to touch my people."

They had begun to lose the pale shock of the first moments and he did not know what they would do. The closest ones seemed to be listening.

"I know you are furious, but you will be honored as I take my people north against the Tartars," he told them. "You will revenge my father's death and we will be one tribe across the face of the plains, one people. As it should always have been. Let the Tartars fear us then. Let the Chin fear us."

He saw their tense hands begin to relax and struggled to keep his triumph from showing on his face. He heard the alarm horns sound and once more sought to rea.s.sure the crowd.

"Not one of the Olkhun'ut will be harmed, I swear it on my father's soul. Not by my men. Let them through and consider the oath I will ask you to take." He looked around at the crowd and found them staring back at him, every eye on his.

"You have heard I am a wild wolf to the Tartars, that I am a scourge to them. You have heard my word is iron. I tell you now, the Olkhun'ut are safe under my hand."

He watched as Kachiun and his ten men rode slowly through the crowd, relieved beyond words to see them. Some of the Olkhun'ut still stood rooted to the spot and had to be gently nudged out of the way by their ponies. The crowd held its silence as Kachiun and his men dismounted.

Kachiun did not know what he had expected, but he was amazed at the frozen Olkhun'ut staring at his brother. To his surprise, Temujin embraced him quickly, overcome with emotions that threatened to spoil what he had won.

"I will see the bondsmen privately and take their oath," Temujin said to the crowd. In the silence, they could all hear him. "At sunset, I will take yours. Do not be afraid. Tomorrow, the camp will move north to join the Kerait, our allies." He looked around, seeing that the drawn bows had been lowered at last. He nodded stiffly to the archers.

"I have heard the Olkhun'ut are feared in battle," he said. "We will show the Tartars that they may not come into our lands unpunished."

A heavyset man shouldered his way through the crowd from the rear. One boy was too slow to move and he smacked the back of his hand against the boy's head, knocking him down.

Temujin watched him come, his triumph evaporating. He had known Sansar had sons. The one who approached bore the same features as his father, though on a more powerful frame. Perhaps Sansar himself had once been as strong.

"Where is my father?" the man demanded as he came forward.

The bondsmen turned to see him and many of them bowed their heads automatically. Temujin set his jaw tight, ready for them to rush him. His brothers tensed at his side and every man there was suddenly holding a blade or an axe.

"Your father is dead," Temujin said. "I have claimed the tribe."

"Who are you to speak to me?" the man demanded. Before Temujin could reply, Sansar's son snapped a command at the bondsmen standing ready. "Kill them all."

No one moved and Temujin felt a spark of hope come back to his battered spirit.

"It is too late," he said softly. "I have claimed them by blood and conquest. There is no place for you here."

Sansar's son opened his mouth in amazement, looking round at the people he had known all his life. They would not meet his eyes and his face slowly became a cold mask. He did not lack courage, Temujin could see. His eyes were his father's, roving constantly as he weighed the new situation. At last, he grimaced.

"Then I claim the right to challenge you, in front of them all. If you would take my father's place, you will have to kill me, or I will kill you." He spoke with absolute certainty and Temujin felt a pang of admiration for the man.

"I accept," he said. "Though I do not know your name."

Sansar's son rolled his shoulders, loosening them. "My name is Paliakh, khan of the Olkhun'ut."

It was a brave statement and Temujin bowed his head rather than refute it. He walked back to Arslan and took the fine sword from his fingers.

"Kill him quickly," Arslan hissed under his breath. "If they start to cheer him, we are all dead."

Temujin met his eyes without replying, turning back to Paliakh and tossing him the sword. He watched to see how well Sansar's son caught it, and frowned to himself. All their lives depended now on his skill and the endless training bouts with Arslan and Yuan.

Paliakh swept the blade through the air, his teeth bared. He sneered as Temujin came to face him.

"With that armor? Why don't you just have me shot from a distance? Are you afraid to face me without it?"

Temujin would have ignored the words if the Olkhun'ut bondsmen had not murmured their approval. He held out his arms and waited as Arslan and Kachiun untied the panels. When they were gone, he wore only a light silk tunic and thick cotton trousers. He raised his blade under the eyes of every man and woman of the Olkhun'ut.

"Come at me," Temujin said.

Paliakh roared and darted forward, aiming in his fury to cut Temujin's head from his shoulders with a single downward strike. Temujin stepped left on the outside of the blow, chopping quickly at Paliakh's chest. He opened a gash on the man's side which he didn't seem to feel. The blade came round at blinding speed and Temujin was forced to parry it. They struggled face to face for a moment before Paliakh shoved him away with his free hand. In that instant, Temujin struck, bringing his edge sharply through the man's neck.

Sansar's son tried to spit the blood welling in his throat. Arslan's sword dropped from his fingers and he held both hands up to his neck with a grip of terrible force. Under Temujin's stare, he turned as if to walk away, then fell headlong and was still. A sigh went through the crowd and Temujin watched them coldly, wondering if they would tear him to pieces. He saw Koke there amongst them, his mouth open in horror. As Temujin met his eyes, his cousin turned and shoved through the crowd.

The rest of the Olkhun'ut stared like sheep and Temujin found his patience fraying. He strode through them to a cooking fire, taking a burning brand from under the pot. Turning his back on them all, he touched it to the khan's ger along the edges, watching grimly as the flames took hold and began to lick upwards on the dry felt. It would burn well, and he would not shame the bondsmen by making them see their khan in death.

"Leave us now, until sunset," he called to the crowd. "There is always work to be done and we will leave at dawn. Be ready."

He glared at them until the stunned crowd began to move away, breaking into smaller groups to discuss what had happened. They looked back many times at the figures around the burning ger, but Temujin did not move until only the bondsmen remained.

The men Sansar had chosen as his personal guard were fewer in number than Temujin had realized. The Olkhun'ut had not ridden to war in a generation, and even the Wolves kept more armed men around their khan. Still, they outnumbered the ones Kachiun had brought and there was an uneasy tension between the two groups as they were left alone.

"I will not disturb Sansar's wives and young children on this night," Temujin said to them. "Let them mourn his pa.s.sing with dignity. They will not suffer by my hand, nor be abandoned as I once was."

Some of the bondsmen nodded their approval. The story of Yesugei's sons and wife was known to them all. It had pa.s.sed around the tribes until it had become one with a thousand other tales and myths from the storytellers.

"You are welcome at my fire," Temujin told them. He spoke as if there were no possibility of being refused, and perhaps that was why they did not protest. He did not know, or care. A great weariness had descended on him and he found he was hungry and so thirsty he could barely speak.

"Have food brought to us while we discuss the war to come," he said. "I need sharp-witted men to be my officers, and I do not yet know which of you will command and which will be led."

He waited until Kachiun and Khasar had layered wood in a lattice on the cooking fire, building it high and fierce. At last, Temujin took a seat on the ground by the flames. His brothers and Arslan went with him, then the others followed, until they were all sitting on the cold ground, warily watching the new force in their lives.

Chapter 31.

EXCEPT FOR WAR, there was no precedent for the Olkhun'ut to approach the Kerait on their own, and the warriors on each side showed their nervousness. Both tribes were on the move, as Togrul kept a gap between his own people and the Tartar invaders coming south.

Temujin had sent Kachiun ahead to warn Togrul, but the Kerait had still armed themselves and mounted, forming a defensive position around the center of their camp. Horns sounded their doleful note over and over on the still air. Temujin brought his mother's people closer until both groups could see each other, just half a mile away. He halted them then, riding out to a central point with Khasar, Arslan, and ten of Sansar's bondsmen. He left his own men with the carts, watching for a surprise attack from any direction. The tension was palpable and he did not need to warn them to stay alert. Even with the Kerait's retreat south, the Tartars could not have been more than two weeks' ride away and he was not yet ready for them.

He dismounted on the green gra.s.s, letting his pony's head drop to munch at it. In the distance, he could see Togrul and wondered vaguely how the man was going to find a horse to carry him. It was with a wry smile that he saw Togrul mount a cart drawn by two black geldings and whip the reins toward Temujin's party. Wen Chao came with him and the Kerait bondsmen formed a tight square around their lord, carrying bows and swords.

Temujin raised his hands as they came within shouting distance, showing they were empty. It was a pointless gesture considering he was surrounded by armed men, but he did not want to worry Togrul any more than he already had. He needed the support of the fat khan.

"You are welcome in my camp, Togrul of the Kerait," Temujin called. "I grant you guest rights in honor."

Togrul dismounted with elaborate care, his fleshy face set as if made of stone. When he came within arm's reach of Temujin, he looked past him to the ranks of warriors and the ma.s.s of the Olkhun'ut drawn up in formation. The a.s.sembly of warriors was almost as great as his own, and he gnawed his bottom lip before speaking.

"I accept, Temujin," he replied. Something in Temujin's eyes made him continue. "Are you now khan of the Olkhun'ut? I do not understand it."

Temujin chose his words carefully.

"I have claimed them, by right of my mother and my wife. Sansar is dead and they have come with me to fight the Tartars."

Knowing his man, Temujin had arranged for the cooking fires to be started as soon as the Olkhun'ut stopped on the green plain. As he spoke, enormous platters of roasted mutton and goat were brought forward and great white cloths of felt laid on the ground. As host, Temujin would normally have sat last, but he wanted to put Togrul at his ease. He seated himself on the felt, pulling his legs up under him. The khan of the Kerait had no choice after such a gesture and took a place opposite, gesturing to Wen Chao to join him. Temujin began to relax and did not look round as Khasar and Arslan took their positions with the others. Each of them was matched by a warrior from the Kerait until they were equal in strength. At Temujin's back, the people of the Olkhun'ut waited and watched their new khan in silence.

Yuan too was there and he bowed his head rather than look at Temujin as he lowered himself to the thick mat of felt. Wen Chao glanced at his first soldier and frowned to himself.

"If no one else will ask, Temujin," Togrul began, "how is it that you rode away with only a dozen men and returned with one of the great tribes at your bidding?"

Temujin gestured to the food before he replied, and Togrul began to eat almost automatically, his hands working independently of his sharp eyes.

"The sky father watches over me," Temujin said. "He rewards those of our people who respond to the threat to our land." He did not want to speak of how he had killed Sansar in his own ger, not in front of a man he needed as an ally. It would be too easy for Togrul to fear his war leader.

Togrul was clearly not satisfied with the answer and opened his mouth to speak again, revealing a mush of meat and sauce. Before he could continue, Temujin went on quickly.

"I have a claim on them through blood, Togrul, and they did not refuse me. What matters is that we have enough men to break the Tartars when they come."

"How many have you brought?" Togrul said, chewing busily.

"Three hundred riders, well armed," Temujin replied. "You can match those numbers."

"The Tartars have more than a thousand, you told us," Wen Chao said suddenly.

Temujin turned his yellow eyes on the Chin amba.s.sador without reply. He sensed Yuan watching him and wondered how much Wen Chao knew, how much Yuan had told him.

"It will not be easy," Temujin said to Togrul, as if Wen Chao had not spoken. "We will need many sets of the Chin armor. The Olkhun'ut have two men with forges and the skill for swords and plate. I have given them their orders. We will also need to armor our horses, with leather and iron on the neck and chest." He paused, watching as Togrul wrestled with a chewy piece of meat.

"I have shown the success of our tactics against the smaller groups," Temujin went on, "though we were outnumbered even then. The Tartars do not use our charging line, nor the horns formation to flank them." He flickered a glance at Wen Chao. "I do not fear their numbers."

"Still, you would have me risk everything," Togrul said, shaking his head.

It was Wen Chao who interrupted the silent communication between them.

"This army of Tartars must be broken, my lord khan," he said softly to Togrul. "My masters will remember your service in this. There are lands marked out for your people when the battle is over. You will be king there and never know hunger or war again."

Once more, Temujin saw the proof that Wen Chao had a peculiar hold over the fat khan, and his dislike for the Chin amba.s.sador increased sharply. As much as their needs were the same, he did not enjoy seeing one of his own people in the thrall of the foreign diplomat.

To cover his irritation, Temujin began to eat, enjoying the taste of Olkhun'ut herbs. He noticed that it was only then that Wen Chao matched him and reached for the platters. The man was too used to intrigue, Temujin thought. It made him dangerous.

Togrul too had noticed the movement, considering the meat in his hand for a moment before popping it into his mouth with a shrug.

"You wish to lead the Kerait?" Togrul said.

"For this one battle, yes, as I have done before," Temujin replied. This was the heart of it and he could not blame Togrul for his fears. "I have my own tribe now, Togrul. Many look to me for safety and leaders.h.i.+p. When the Tartars are crushed, I will go south into warmer lands for a year or so. I have had enough of the cold north. My father's death has been avenged and perhaps I will know peace and raise sons and daughters."

"Why else do we fight?" Togrul murmured. "Very well, Temujin. You will have the men you need. You will have my Kerait, but when we are done, they will come east with me to a new land. Do not expect them to remain where no enemy threatens us."

Temujin nodded and put out his hand. Togrul's greasy fingers closed over his and their eyes met, neither man trusting the other.

"Now I am sure my wife and mother would like to be reunited with their people," Temujin said, gripping the hand tightly.

Togrul nodded. "I will have them sent to you," he said, and Temujin felt the last of his tension ease within him.

Hoelun walked through the camp of her childhood with Borte and Eluin. The three women were accompanied by Khasar and Kachiun, as well as Arslan. Temujin had warned them not to relax. The Olkhun'ut had apparently accepted him, carried along by the irresistible tide of events. It did not mean they were safe to stroll anywhere amongst the gers.

Borte's pregnancy was growing heavy, altering her gait so that she could barely keep up with Hoelun. She had leapt at the chance to visit the families of the Olkhun'ut. She had left them as the woman of a raider. To return as the wife of their khan was an exquisite pleasure. She strode with her head high, calling out to those she recognized. Eluin craned her neck in excitement, searching for a glimpse of her family. When she saw them, she darted past two sleeping dogs to embrace her mother. She had grown in confidence since coming to the camp. Khasar and Kachiun were both courting her and Temujin seemed content to let them settle it between themselves. Eluin had bloomed under the attention. Hoelun watched as she broke the news of her sister's death, her voice too low to be heard. Her father sat down heavily on a log by the door of their ger, bowing his head.

For herself, Hoelun felt only sadness as she looked around the camp. Everyone she knew had grown, or pa.s.sed on to the birds and spirits. It was a strangely uncomfortable experience to see the gers and decorated deels of families she had known as a girl. In her mind, it had remained the same, but the reality was a place of unknown faces.

"Will you see your brother, Hoelun? Your nephew?" Borte murmured. She stood almost entranced as they watched Eluin's reunion. Hoelun could see a yearning in the young wife of her son. She had not mentioned a visit to her own home.

In the distance, they heard the pounding of hooves as Temujin and his officers drilled the Olkhun'ut and Kerait in their tactics for war. They had been out since dawn and Hoelun knew her son would run them to exhaustion in the first few days. His new status did not affect the resentment many of the Kerait felt at having to fight alongside lesser families. Almost before the first evening was over, there had been two fights and one Kerait man had been gashed with a knife. Temujin had killed the victor without giving him a chance to speak. Hoelun shuddered as she pictured her son's face. Would Yesugei ever have been so ruthless? She thought he would, if he had ever had the chance to command so many. If the shamans spoke truly about one soul being left for the land as well as one to join the sky, he would be proud of his son's accomplishments.

Hoelun and Borte watched as Eluin kissed her father's face again and again, her own tears mingling with his. At last she stood to leave them and her mother took her head in the cradle of her shoulder, pressing her there. Borte looked away from the moment of affection, her expression unreadable.

Hoelun had not needed to ask what had happened with the Tartars who had borne her away from her husband. It was all too clear in the way she resisted any touch, jerking back even as Hoelun reached for her arm. Hoelun's heart went out to her for what she had suffered, but she knew better than anyone that time would dull the blade of grief. Even the memories of Bekter seemed distant, somehow; no less vivid, but robbed of their pain.

The sun seemed chill on her skin and Hoelun found she was not enjoying the return to the Olkhun'ut as she had hoped. It was too different. She was no longer the little girl who had ridden out with her brothers and come across Yesugei. She remembered him on that day, handsome and fearless as he charged them. Enq had yelled as he took Yesugei's arrow in the hip, putting his heels to his horse and galloping away. She had hated the strange warrior then, but how could she have known Yesugei would be a man to love? How could she have known she would stand amongst her people again as the mother of a khan?

Through the gers, she saw an old man walking stiffly, leaning his weight on a stick. Borte gasped as she glanced at him and Hoelun guessed who he was from the way his daughter stood painfully straight, summoning her pride.

Sholoi hobbled to them, taking in every detail of the warriors for their protection. His eyes pa.s.sed over Hoelun, then snapped back in sudden recognition.

"I remember you, girl," he said, "though it's a long time ago."

Hoelun narrowed her eyes, trying to recall him as he might have been when she was young. A vague memory came back to her, a man who had taught her to braid harness from rope and leather. He had been ancient then, at least to her young eyes. To her surprise, she felt tears br.i.m.m.i.n.g.

"I remember," she said, and he grinned at her, revealing brown gums. Borte had not spoken and he nodded to his daughter, his toothless smile widening.

"I hadn't thought to see you again in these gers," he said.

Borte seemed to stiffen and Hoelun wondered if she could hear the affection in her father's gruff tone. He laughed suddenly.