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."They want us to surrender.""So it would seem, Khahan," Bayalun said.Chanar only grunted in agreement.Yamun picked at his teeth."Mother Bayalun, why did your wizards fail me today?" The accusation in the khahan's voice was clear.Unfazed by her stepson's obvious distrust, Bayalun sat proud and stiff-backed as she gave her explanation."The wizards failed you no more than your own men.They were unprepared for what happened.""And why did it happen?" Yamun pressed."It is a mystery," Bayalun admitted.She lowered her eyes to the floor, abashed at being forced to admit her ignorance."When will your wizards know? Tomorrow? That is when they must be ready," Yamun insisted, nodding to the scribe to write the order."If my son, my husband, were to rescind his orders to have the wizards beaten, I am certain they will be able to help tomorrow." Bayalun kept looking to the floor, seeking Yamun's favor with mock humility."They deserve to be beaten," Yamun snapped."Perhaps," the second empress allowed."But if they are beaten, they will be too weak to fight tomorrow.""Then give me seven of them, to make an example to the others."Bayalun stiffened."No.Their numbers are few and you will need them all tomorrow." She realized her defiance had backed Yamun into a corner with no way to save face."Tomorrow, if they fail, you may do as you wish with all of them," the khadun offered.Yamun bristled at her disobedience, knowing he could not force her to comply with the conflict looming before his army."Very well," he said, his voice tinged by his ill-temper."Make certain they're ready.There will be no more failures." He pointed at her to accent his words.Her face a mask, Bayalun nodded in understanding.Finished with the question of wizards, Yamun turned his attention to Chanar."My general, with Goyuk slain, I'm giving you command of the Ciejan, Ormusk, and Ulu tumens.I'll take the rest." Chanar bowed his head in gratitude."Will your men be ready for battle tomorrow?" the khahan asked."Of course, Yamun.But how will we cross the plain?" Chanar gestured in the general direction of the wall."Their magic will destroy us."Yamun smiled enigmatically."Perhaps not.Now, Chanar, my valiant man, we must make a plan.Since we cannot get the Shou to chase us, how do we attack their wall?"Stepping down from his throne, Yamun sat on the rugs across from his general.The scribe quickly unrolled a long, narrow scroll between the two men.Along one edge was a diagram of the Dragonwall, showing the gates and the towers.Opposite the wall were little circles, denoting the camps of the Tuigan.Chanar risked a glance toward Bayalun, to see if she knew what the khahan intended.Noting the general's perplexed look, she gave a small, quick shrug to show that she knew no more than he.Chanar looked back to the map, studying it briefly."First, Yamun, we must find a way to reach the wall.The broken dirt blocks our horses.""I agree.Mother Bayalun," the khahan called out without looking up from the map, "your wizards must clear a path through the broken earth.""Yes, my husband," the khadun answered quietly as she looked over their shoulders."But the men will fear being crushed if the earth moves again.""Just do what you are ordered.I will worry about the men.How long will it take?" Yamun demanded impatiently.Bayalun looked to the ceiling, calculating the spells needed to do the task."By morning, I think.""Go then and see that it is done," Yamun ordered."Sechen, lead a guard to protect the khadun.Send me reports on her progress.""By your word, it shall be done," the soldier and the khadun both said at once.As the pair left, Bayalun eyed the big wrestler venomously.She knew that the man was being sent to spy on her.Yamun turned his attention back to the map."If the paths were clear, Chanar, where would you make the attack?"Chanar studied the map, stalling to conceal his discomfort.The khahan did not suspect that tomorrow the general planned to overthrow him.The khahan was, in fact, giving the traitor an opportunity to personally plan his downfall.His intentions set, Chanar studied the map in earnest."I would strike here and here," the general answered, his hand sweeping over the map.He tackled the problem with enthusiasm.Things were almost like earlier times, in the days when he and Yamun made plans to conquer the Dalats and Quirish.Only now, the stakes were much higher and the game subtler.Quickly Chanar sketched out his ideas to Yamun.The khahan listened, then added these to his own plans, never realizing that Chanar was planning treachery.Together they argued and discussed, working well into the night.It was a slow process, but gradually the two warriors created a plan of battle for the morning."I'll have arbans sent into the mountains to cut trees for rams and ladders immediately," Chanar promised."The men will be ready to attack at dawn.""Excellent, my anda," Yamun said."Tomorrow we will avenge Goyuk.Go and rest.There will be much to do when the sun rises." With a wave he dismissed the general.As the warrior left the tent, Yamun settled back with satisfaction.Chanar at times might be ambitious, but Yamun thought that he could depend on the general.The plan they had worked out was dangerous, but sound.Outside the tent, Chanar sought out Bayalun at her yurt.Telling the guards Yamun had posted there that he carried orders from the khahan, the general was admitted with only the briefest announcement.Chanar was not surprised to find Bayalun still awake, meditating over her brazier.Once safely out of earshot of the guard, Chanar told her what had happened."Why is he planning this? Does he expect your wizards to keep the ground from tearing open again?" Chanar asked in bewilderment."I do not know," Bayalun confessed."I have sat here and pondered on it.The Shou have built some secret into their wall.Of that I am certain.But why Yamun is confident he can overcome their magic is another mystery." She shrugged off these concerns."Whatever he does, it will not matter.If the Shou kill him with their magic or we catch him in the trap, our plans will succeed.""Then he will fall," Chanar observed."Of course—just as long as he makes the attack." Bayalun glanced toward the vain general with a knowing smile."Tomorrow, my stepson will be dead.Then we can see about making you the khahan of the Tuigan—as you should be."Chanar returned the smile, though his heart was pained.Tonight, for a short time, he and Yamun were anda once more.Tomorrow that bond would be severed forever.While Chanar and Bayalun plotted in her yurt, Koja and a small group of guardsmen picked their way between the Tuigan camp and the Dragonwall.Quietly, the company moved through the ruins of the battlefield toward the line of tumbled dirt and stone that marked the limit of that day's charge.Several times the men came across bands of jackals or viler creatures—gigantic centipedes and carrion worms—feasting on the bodies of the dead.The sight sickened the priest, but there was little he could do for the dead now.He said a few quick prayers for the fallen warriors.The corpses reminded Koja that he should attempt to speak to the dead guard discovered that morning, providing he ever got the chance.There was something about the way the bodies were found that nagged at his brain.It's probably nothing, the lama assured himself so he could keep his mind on the business at hand
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