The armies of Meru moved with the night, traveling ancient paths
beside the swollen river in full flood. The sky was clear and the
stars were bright as glass, lighting the way through the scrubland.
Trees grew in the risen waters, their roots arching up from the mud
like the legs of crouching animals, their trunks twisted and hardened
by the long dry season even as their leaves uncurled like hands.
Utuzan rode at the heart of his army, shrouded and hooded even
against the light of the stars. His power caused a pillar of fire to
go before them, lighting the way for man and beast alike. The Heart
of Anatu glowed in his hand, pulsing with the power he had embraced
when he was only a boy. It led him and followed him and whispered to
him, so that he knew the power of his goddess was with him.
Close around him rode the nomads of the desert, those who had become
his followers. More and more had come in from the waste lands,
willing to pledge their swords and their blood to the Black Flame.
They had ancestral tales of the lands of the old empire, and they
remembered in their legends the time when the Sea of Xis had made the
desert a paradise. They believed they were the descendents of the
people of Kithara, and they might indeed be – Utuzan himself did
not know.
What mattered now was they believed in him, and in the future of
conquest and power he promised. Thirty thousand of them rode beneath
his banner, and their arrows and spears would carve a path through
these lands. He knew what kind of weapon they were, for even in his
day there had been those who lived on the edges of the empire. Men
who spurned to plant or reap, who lived only by pillage and war.
They were a sword in his hand to strike at those who stood before
him.
Ahead and behind marched the armies of Meru, with more gathered in to
make up those lost in battle. Forty thousand men, both mercenary and
levy, around the core of horsemen. The sellswords were hard men, and
he knew they would serve so long as his gold and silver flowed. The
rest were of uncertain quality, but he would not ask too much of
them.
As they moved into Ashemi lands, he built their will to fight by
allowing them to plunder as they liked. Farms were spread out on the
plains beside the river, the fields inundated but the villages safe
on high ground, and the people fled before them, leaving all they
owned to be taken.
Utuzan kept Shedjia beside him now, teaching her the secrets of the
powers of the dark, now she was an initiate. They spoke the poisoned
language of the ancients, and so they knew no man could eavesdrop.
She rode silently as he read the stars. The future there was
tangled, and so he knew battle was coming soon.
“What do you see?” she asked him, and he smiled behind his cowl.
“The stars call out for the death of kingdoms,” he said. “Look
there.” He pointed, and she watched as a falling star blazed
across a sign of the secret zodiac. “The star cuts the heart of
the warrior, and the shield is broken. A great nation will fall.”
He looked to the river where his champion swam in the deeps, scaled
and stoked high with wrath. “All shall topple, down to the last
stone.”
o0o
At the burning touch of sun the gates of the city opened, and the
armies of High Ashem marched forth, rank on rank of warriors with
gleaming shields and helms that blazed like gold. Spears stood in
ranks and waved like grasses in the wind as the men marched upon the
stone road. They carried the white banners of their kingdom, and
drums and horns called the cadence.
Behind them came an honor guard of charioteers, plumed helmets
bright, horses stepping high as they passed beneath the high portal
of the gate. And then came the thing the people gathered in the
streets and on rooftops to see, though they did not cheer or cast
down flowers. They only watched as a great platform made its way
through the streets, carried on the backs of a hundred slaves. On
the gilded pedestal stood a shape like a man, but as though he were
hewn from rock. He wore a skirt and arm-rings and a crown as a king,
but his skin was black and gleaming, polished like mountain glass.
It was Nokh, who had been a general, but now named himself king.
The people shuddered when they looked on him, for the story was
already told that he had been made into something more than human,
and that his iron body was proof against dagger and sword. He had
torn the king and those lords who stood against him into pieces with
his hands, and so now he named himself king and none could gainsay
it.
It was said he went to war to protect them. That a dark sorcerer had
come from the desert and conquered Meru. That an army was coming for
them to destroy the kingdom. None knew the truth, or was sure. All
they could do was watch as the armies of Ashem went to war led by a
thing that was neither man nor god. Fifty thousand soldiers and
thirty thousand chariots trod the hard white road to the south, and
the dust that rose in their wake climbed upward and obscured the sun.
o0o
Beside a bend in the Nahar was a tall white hill of sun-bittered
chalk, and the road passed over the shoulder of it, leading away from
the water and rising to the highest point for days in any direction.
The distances were hazy with the late summer heat, and the faraway
hills seemed to float upon the shimmering air. A cloud of white
birds lifted from the edge of the river and flew westward, away from
the morning.
A rider crested the hillside and looked northward, the air wavering
like beaten brass, and he saw there another rider looking south
toward him. He raised his spear in a salute, and the other man
answered. They sat in their saddles for a moment, regarding one
another, and then each of them turned and rode back toward their
armies, bearing word of what they had seen. The kingdoms would clash
beneath the white hill, and blood would pour into the floodwaters
before the sun died.
As the sun climbed higher, the great hosts moved into position, dust
rising from beneath the tread of hoof and sandal. Desert riders
ranged ahead, seeking out the easy paths across the jagged stone of
the battlefield. They watched as the army of Ashem drew closer,
chariots spreading out side to side, the sun gleaming on the hosts of
burnished shields.
Utuzan looked on the place and nodded. It would serve well enough.
With the steep slopes of the hill to one side and the muddy waters of
the floodland on the other, there would be no place for maneuver or
feint or gambit. Here the forces could only come against one another
strength to strength. It seemed that the forces of Ashem outnumbered
him, but he had strength they could not see or account. Here he
would break the army of this sad, divided kingdom and begin a new age
of gold for the people who dwelled, unknowing, in the dark.
Izil rode to his side, his armor bright and his war-crested helm
making him tall in the saddle. “They have many chariots,” he
said. “They cannot charge across this stony ground, but they will
come to meet us when we attack. They will cut through our lines, and
the horses will die in multitudes.” A nomad to his heart, Izil
mourned horses more than men.
“Do not fear, I shall make a path for you,” Utuzan said. The sun
was welcome this day, and for once he did not wish to seek the
shadows. He would rule this land by day as well as by night. “Go
to your men and be ready, for when I crack the enemy line, you must
strike like the wedge that splits stone.”
“It shall be done,” Izil said and bowed. He turned and spurred
back to the mass of his men, legions of horsemen moving like a tide
over the pale earth. White dust rose above them like a ghost in the
sun.
Shedjia watched him go. “There is a man who will follow so long as
there is victory.”
Utuzan shook his head. “He cares more for his people than himself,
or for victory. So long as they are made strong, he will never
fail.” He looked to the dark stain that spread in the north, the
enemy moving into formations, gathering strength. Now was the
breathless hour before battle, when all men could see it coming –
could feel it – but no force on earth could stop it. The earth
shook beneath the tread of a hundred thousand men, a hundred thousand
horses and more. “You saw who leads them,” he said.
Shedjia shook her head. “They march again beneath the banner of
General Nokh, but I did not see him. They raised the war standards
before a great tent with a black idol before it. It was not the
image of a god I know.”
Utuzan narrowed his eyes. He sensed something amiss, something
strange in this host that came to meet him. The defeat of the great
general should have put a greater fear upon High Ashem. He had
expected to strike at their city, to drive back the waters so his men
could cross the river and assault their island stronghold. Instead
they were here, half a moon early, ready and gathered to fight.
Something was at work here he did not see.
The chariots moved into a vast, moving host, the fronts burnished and
shining, the shields of the charioteers bright as gold. The horses
surged forward, plumes brilliant in the sun. He watched them, and he
held out his hand, the Heart of Anatu pulsing dimly in his grasp.
“Touch it,” he said.
Hesitant, unsure, Shedjia put her hand on the sacred stone, and she
gasped at the contact. He knew what she experienced, and he
remembered the first time he had lifted the jewel from the black pit
where it had been hidden. He remembered how it felt.
“You will watch while I do this,” he said. “You will see how
it is accomplished, and begin to learn the secrets that will make you
powerful.” He closed his eyes, shutting away the sun, and he he
called forth into the dark beyond the sky.
o0o
Nokh stood motionless before the tent, eyes closed, feeling the sun
warm him, the heat radiating through his body until it seemed he
would glow like iron in the forge. He opened his eyes and lifted his
hands to look at them, expecting them to be red with the fire of the
sun, but they were black as the sky behind the moon.
He looked south across his army, through the dust and the shimmering
heat, and he saw the flicker of the sunlight on thousands of spears
as his enemy came forward to meet him. He saw his chariots were
drawn into their ranks, ready and gathered, horses trembling to
charge, and he looked at the trumpeters and drummers and he gave the
sign, and the drums beat forth the command to attack, and the horns
blew the call for death. He felt the earth shake beneath him as the
force at his command surged into life and rushed forward. Thirty
thousand chariots roared across the field of war like the onrushing
wave of a flood, and he knew no mortal force could stop them.
He heard thunder, and he looked upward, seeking the voice, seeing
only a summer sky so clear and pale that the stars glimmered in the
highland air. Something flashed like a glint of sun on steel, and
then he saw a shockwave spread across the sky. A ring of fire
expanding outward, and again. Something was plunging down from the
great dark, and it roared like thunder.
It screamed down in fire, and then it smote full upon the earth and
split the front line of his chariots like a stone cast into a pool.
A wall of sand washed outward from the impact, scattering men like
leaves, sending horses hurtling through the air among the shards of
shattered wood and bronze. The stroke of it shook the earth and sent
a pillar of fire reaching upward, and even where he stood Nokh felt
the heat wash over him. Behind him, his tent began to burn, and men
ran for shelter, clawing smoldering clothes from their bodies.
The front of his line was destroyed, and men lay slain in heaps and
windrows, horses screaming with their flesh melted away. Smoke
billowed upward, and the rest of his army recoiled in terror and
sudden shock, unable to understand what had happened to them. Nokh
snarled though his iron lips, and then he started forward, his heavy
footfalls shaking the earth with their own tremors. Whatever power
this was, it could not stop him. This sorcerer might slay ten
thousand men, but he could not stop the iron king.
o0o
Shedjia stared at the carnage wrought upon the enemy. She had felt
the power of Utuzan’s summoning, felt the answer come out of
unimaginable gulfs like the howl of some desolate thing from the
world’s making, and then had come the thunder, and the fire. She
looked at where the center of the chariot formation had been, and now
there was only a great crater upon the earth, and even as she looked
on it, something moved in the flames.
She felt a wonder in her like new fear as a shape emerged from the
smoke and glowing heat. Taller than any man, it was a thing made all
of stone, and every motion caused the blackened skin to crack and
release rivulets of molten rock that smoked and dripped to the
ground. It stood, the rude shape of a human crafted in melted slag,
and it began to stride forward, its footfalls shaking the ground
beneath it.
The remaining charioteers saw it and fled, abandoning their horses
and drivers and scattering in all directions. It waded in among the
chariots and trod them underfoot, smashing wood and bronze under its
weight, crushing horses with its crude hands, burning everything it
drew close to with the heat that blazed from it. It scourged the
very ground with its passing, leaving a trail of fire and blackened
stone.
Archers loosed, and then the nomads charged into the flank, crashing
against the scattering chariots and scything through to reach the
footmen. Flights of arrows cut down men by their hundreds, and then
the riders were upon the spearmen, hacking with sword and axe,
howling their war-cries to the blind sky as their enemy crumpled
before the assault.
Shedjia watched the glowing titan from the sky crush through the
enemy ranks, battering down anything in its path, leaving the trail
of smoking death behind it. Beyond it, the enemy camp was already
burning, heat shimmering the air. Through the haze she saw something
moving, and then it stood plain as it came closer to the burning
giant. It was a shadow of a man, glinting like an idol made of
stone, and yet it walked.
o0o
Nokh strode to meet the thing as it smashed through his
disintegrating army. It stood taller than he, shaped like the
melted, blackened mockery of a human form. He felt the shudder of
the ground beneath him as it came closer and closer. It had no face,
and so he could not know if it saw him, if it came to meet him. He
did not care, he would break it, and that would be the end. He
charged forward, feet sinking into the soil with every step, and then
they met with a sound like towers breaking.
Nokh hammered his fists upon the thing and the blackened armor of it
broke apart and let the molten core gush forth like blood. It poured
over his hands and he felt no pain, only the heat like a blessing.
It smashed a fist down on him, but its hand broke against him and he
was unmoved, glowing hot stone pouring over his skin.
He hit it again, and again, caught one heavy leg and ripped it away,
sent the titan toppling down to smash upon the earth. Glowing,
white-hot blood poured out in a torrent, and Nokh saw the thing try
to rise and gather itself, but then it sagged back and collapsed,
spreading forth into a great, bubbling pool.
He waded out of the fire, his hands and feet beginning to glow red,
feeling the heat like an eagerness in his arms. A line of horsemen
came rushing out of the dust and smoke, bloodied spears jutting forth
like teeth. They rode into him, and he felt the bronze points
splinter against his iron body. Horses dashed against him and their
legs snapped, hurling riders to the ground. Nokh lifted his glowing
hands and began to strike at anything that came within his reach,
killing and burning whatever he touched.
Armor broke under his hands, bones and flesh tore apart and blood
hissed as it struck his hot iron skin. The smell of it was sweet, as
was the feel of flesh tearing under his fists as though it were
parchment, the feel of bones breaking like dry branches. He roared
his ringing war-cry, and he killed all who stood before him.
o0o
Utuzan saw the wedge driven into his riders, and he saw, with his
ancient eyes, the towering, implacable form killing a path through
his army. He saw the gleam of burnished iron and he knew this was no
man, this was something empowered by sorcery. It had shattered his
sky-called giant, and now it was coming for him, and no mortal weapon
would stay it. That was no matter, because he did not rely on mortal
powers.
He lifted the Heart, and he called forth another invocation,
summoning up powers from deep beneath the ground. He felt the silted
soil of the riverland, the rocks embedded deep down, and then the
black, lightless gulfs below where unseen, unnamed things dwelled in
crystalline caverns that had never felt the sun. At his call they
rose, clawing their way through the earth below, and the ground
beneath his feet trembled.
There was a moan so deep it made men stagger, clutching their heads
as their teeth shuddered, and then the earth underfoot shook and
leaped as though it were a sleeping beast. There was a hideous
ripping sound like rent bone, and then a crack opened in the white
earth between Utuzan and his iron enemy. It was no more than a
shadow, but then it spread, and tore across the ground, making a
chasm black as midnights that widened with each moment.
The rift slashed across the earth until it met the floodwaters of the
Nahar, and then the waters boiled and seethed as they poured into the
new deeps. Utuzan’s horse cried out and backed away as a new
branch of the river was created, waters rushing in and splashing
upward like a wall.
The tremors in the earth terrorized the horses, and the nomad riders
scattered as their steeds panicked. Archers stumbled and spearmen
reeled as the ground beneath them shifted and convulsed. Only one
iron shape did not lose footing, and Utuzan saw him coming onward
with his steady, inexorable tread. The thing with the face of
General Nokh came striding through the knee-deep water that flooded
across the parched clay. Utuzan drew his black sword and held it
high in the air, and he called out a name.
o0o
Nokh reached the edge of the chasm and looked on his enemy. It could
be no other, the man swathed in black robes bearing a sword that bled
shadow into the air. Nokh looked on him and marked him, and he
gathered himself to leap across this rift and join in battle with the
one who had become his rival. The waters rushed and churned in the
crack upon the earth, and then they erupted and something came for
him with gleaming teeth.
He had a moment to see it was the scaled giant who had nearly slain
him and left him a broken man, and then the great brazen hammer smote
against his chest and rang like a bell, driving him back. The water
demon surged forth, tail lashing, eyes like copper curses as it
emerged from the deep. Even as he gathered himself up again it
struck him a second blow, ringing it down on his head, sending
vibrations through his iron body that blurred his vision.
The water monster raised his weapon for another blow, but now Nokh
was on his feet, and he caught the haft and snapped it with the
strength of his hand. He had faced this creature before when he was
only flesh, he could face it again now.
They rushed together, and the sound of their collision echoed like
thunder. Nokh wrenched at the beast, finding its scales nearly as
hard as his iron skin. It slashed at him with fangs and claws, but
it could make no mark on him, and he laughed his inhuman laugh. He
caught it around the bull-like throat and dragged it down, trying to
twist its head around, but it was too strong. He pried at the jaws
with his fingers, trying to pull them open, but it shook him off.
They battled as water rushed about their legs, hammering blows upon
each other. Nokh slammed his fist into the armored side, and he felt
bones give within and the beast howled in fury and pain. It lashed
him with its tail and knocked him down, but he dragged himself back
up, knowing he could win. Its scales might be hard as his iron
flesh, but the body beneath was still meat and bone.
They came together again, and he hammered blows into the hulking
body, feeling the flesh give and buckle, and the beast wailed in
pain. He tried to reach inside the mouth and strike it where it was
weak, as he had before, but this time it was ready for him. Those
terrible jaws closed on his arm and dragged him down into the water.
For a moment he was not certain what was happening, and then he felt
the earth vanish under him, and he knew the thing was pulling him
over the edge and into the chasm. He felt the weight of his iron
body, and he had a moment of fear, and then he was plunging down,
down into the blackness, unable to stop himself as he sank ever
deeper into the earth.
o0o
Utuzan waited, sword in hand, ready, and then the waters heaved and
Kardan dragged himself from the deep. Blood dripped from his jaws
and he moved with pain, and he knew the beast was injured, but he
also knew he had done his work. Plunged into the abyss, the man of
iron would have to claw back to the light, and he would not make it
easy for him.
He turned to Shedjia. “Go with Kardan and see to his wounds. He
will let you help him more readily.”
She bowed her head. “Yes, my master.”
Utuzan looked at the breach he had riven in the earth. Somewhere far
below, the iron man who had been Nokh still struggled to rise.
Eventually he might return, but not today. Utuzan lifted the Heart
and called upon the creatures of the dark again. The earth shuddered
beneath him, and then the rift slammed shut, sending water geysering
up into the sky, pouring out to drench the soil and run in a flood
back to the river itself.
The battlefield was strewn with the dead and wounded, riderless
horses and shattered chariots as far as could be seen. The Ashemi
forces had broken, and fled, but his own men were gathering, putting
themselves back into order, ready for the command to march on the
city, and the island of the gods. Utuzan held up his black sword,
and shadows drew over the pallid sun.
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