Richard Tuttle - Web of Deceit

“I panicked the horses,” replied Bakhai. “I made them think you were a large cat about to strike. It was the only thing I could think of.”

“Well it saved our lives,” reasoned Rejji. “I never thought I would get my hands on my sword before they struck us down.”

“They will be back,” frowned Mistake. “One rule of the bandits is to never let someone kill one of their own without retaliation. Horses or no horses, we need to be out of here now. That rider will bring back an army.”

“For the three of us?” questioned Rejji. “We were lucky this night. They don’t need an army to kill us.”

“Maybe so,” Mistake said while shaking her head, “but these Jiadin were looking for somebody. They weren’t just passing through. I saw them coming from the ledge you told me about. They were searching for someone and must have thought that’s who we were. The smoke from our fire got them very excited.”

“Well it certainly is not us they are searching for,” retorted Rejji, “but let us get out of here just the same. Perhaps we should stay off the main trail.”

“There are many game trails in these hills,” declared Bakhai. “While I have never been this far north, it is much like the hills I grew up in. Follow me.”

Bakhai led them away from the main trail for quite a ways before paralleling it. The trail was ever upward, but it was fairly good footing. The trees grew sparser as they climbed and the soil gave way to rock. After a few hours, there was no longer a trail, only rock, and they could see the peak towering above them.

Around high sun, they reached the peak. The three Fakarans stopped to rest and admire the view. To the west they could see the forests of the South Fork and even the dry plains in the distance beyond. It was a breathtaking sight for Rejji who had spent his life at sea level. To their north and south, they could see an endless string of peaks reaching off into the horizon. To the east they saw forests and meadows and, in the distance, a vast jungle of dense growth reaching towards the coast. Several hundred feet below them to the north was the main trail where it straddled the pass.

“Look,” pointed Mistake, “there is a village down there to the east. Now we can get some supplies. Too bad those Jiadin bodies didn’t have any extra gold on them; we could have splurged on something.”

“Perhaps they left their pouches on their horses, as I did,” admitted Rejji.

Mistake started to nod her head and then twirled to face Rejji. “You aren’t serious, are you?” she asked.

“Afraid I am,” Rejji said. “I have been afraid I would leave it at a campsite when we left in the morning, so I have been leaving with the horse.”

“Great,” scowled Mistake. “Now that we have found a village we can go begging in the streets.”

“The people will share,” Bakhai said softly. “It is better if we could repay them, but they will not let travelers go hungry. We will survive somehow.”

“We can’t make that distance today or tomorrow,” noted Rejji. “Perhaps the day after though. Will you be able to find it Bakhai?”

“I will find it,” he nodded vigorously. “There is water there and fields of vegetables and grain. The animal trails will lead to it. We will have no problem finding it.”

Bakhai started down the mountains with Rejji and Mistake following closely.

***

The Jiadin soldier ran out onto the platform atop the Temple of Vandegar and halted before Veltar, the advisor to Grulak, leader of the Jiadin.

“Where is Grulak?” the soldier panted. “I was told he was up here. I must speak to him at once.”

“He will be back shortly,” replied Veltar. “What is so urgent?”

“I must speak directly to Grulak,” declared the soldier.

“And so you shall,” smiled Veltar, “after I hear what you have to say. Grulak can not be bothered by every soldier of the army.”

“I am not just a soldier,” stiffened the man. “I am one of Diakles bodyguards. I am sure Grulak will speak to me.”

Veltar nodded as he finally remembered the face he was speaking to. “Ah yes,” he smiled. “So you are. How is the future emperor?”

“He is dead,” the soldier blurted out. “He was killed by the one with the crescent palm. Two others died with him. I must inform Grulak now.”

“Dead?” echoed Veltar. “Where did this happen?”

“Near the pass of the South Fork in the Giaming Mountains,” reported the soldier. “I have notified the army of that region and they are in pursuit of the demon, but Grulak must be told right away. His orders are that he be told directly if something happens to Diakles. I have ridden night and day to get here.”

“I will inform Grulak for you,” smiled Veltar. “You should get some rest. I am sure you will be rewarded for your dedication.”

“No,” straightened the soldier. “I am aware of your prodding of Diakles to hunt this demon. Grulak needs to be aware that his advisor endangered the life of Diakles. Were it not for your promises to Diakles of the fame that would be bestowed upon him for annihilating this foe, we would have gone after him with more than just the four of us. You told him he would be victorious. He believed in you.”

“Perhaps he would have been victorious if his bodyguards had put their lives before his,” sneered Veltar. “How is it that you are still alive?”

Veltar’s hand shot out and seized the soldier by the neck. The soldier brought up both hands in an attempt to free himself from the advisor’s grip, but Veltar lifted the man off his feet and snarled at the dangling soldier before him. The soldier’s mouth opened wide as if to scream, but no sound emerged.

“A coward in the face of the enemy deserves certain death,” Veltar spat as he carried the man to the edge of the platform. “But you are worse than a coward. You seek to endanger my position with your loose tongue and for that you shall suffer a lingering death.”

Veltar’s left hand shot out and seized the soldier’s tongue and ripped it from his mouth. As the soldier’s eyes rolled in his head, Veltar dropped the body at the edge of the platform. The soldier wriggled in pain and Veltar kicked the man’s legs off the platform. His body started to slide off the platform and the soldier quickly grasped the edge as his body dangled below him. Veltar stepped closer and placed his feet on the man’s hands and smiled cruelly down at him.

“I think you would agree that you have no further use for this,” grinned Veltar as he tossed the man’s tongue over the edge. “A pity you felt so duty bound to destroy your own life. A simple report of Diakles’s death would have been sufficient, but now your reward is this. Savor your last few minutes.”

Veltar could feel the man trying to free his fingers from under the advisor’s feet and snickered. He stood watching the dangling form for some minutes until he heard Grulak approaching, then he simply turned and walked to greet the Jiadin leader. The sound of the soldier’s falling body was lost on the wind.

“I have grave news, Sire,” Veltar said as he greeted the approaching leader. “Diakles has fallen in battle.”

“Diakles?” echoed Grulak. “When? How?”

“As was told in my dream,” declared Veltar. “I have said that the one with the crescent palm must be eliminated. Now he has destroyed Diakles.”

Grulak halted and put his arm on Veltar’s shoulder. His head hung low and he shook it from side to side. “I want this demon killed!” he screamed as his head rose. “I want his head. Who is he?”

“His name is Rejji,” consoled Veltar. “There is an army chasing him as we speak. He has another man and a woman in his company and they are traveling east through the South Fork Pass. They shall have him soon if you allow the army to abandon their orders to hunt down the free tribes. This Rejji is a much greater threat to your plans than the tribes are. He must be eliminated as I have urged in the past. If you had listened to me, Diakles would still be with us.”