David Gemmell - Quest for Lost Heroes

'Will you help me?' whispered Chareos.

'Blood always aids blood, my friend. Are you not my kinsman?'

'Yes. Yes, I am. Will you help me? Please?'

The door splintered and a taloned hand broke through, ripping at the wood.

'Begone!' shouted Tenaka Khan. The hissing cries beyond the doorway faded into silence and the hand slid back from view.

'Are they your creatures?' Chareos asked.

'No, but they know a voice of power. And they can smell fear like a lion smells blood. Why are you afraid, Chareos?'

'I don't know how I came here. I am alone.'

'That is not an answer. Fear brought you, but what caused the fear?'

Chareos laughed, but there was no humour in the sound. 'You can ask that? You who slew my father and mother and made me an outcast? I should hate you, Tenaka. Once I thought I did. But then you climbed alone to this tower, and you sat and talked with us.' Chareos stared at the man before him. He was dressed exactly as he had been on that night so many years ago, in black riding-boots and leather leggings, topped by a shirt of black silk embroidered with silver. 'You called me kinsman,' whispered Chareos. 'You know who I am?'

'I knew you when first I saw you on this tower,' answered Tenaka. 'Blood recognises blood.'

'I should have killed you!' hissed Chareos, 'for all the pain. I was twelve when they sent me from Dros Delnoch. The night when your hordes finally stormed the last wall, I was taken from the fortress and brought to the lands of the Gothir. My father's last words to me were, "Avenge me, my son. And remember the Drenai". My mother was already dead. And for what? So that a treacherous cur like you could take Nadir savages into the last bastion of civilisation. What caused my fear? You dare ask me that?'

'I still ask it,' replied the Khan smoothly. 'And all you tell me is a history I already know.'

'You were descended from the Earl of Bronze and raised by the Drenai. How could you destroy them?'

'How indeed?' replied the Khan. 'If you truly knew the story of my life, you would not ask such a question. As you know, I was raised by the Nadir until I was fourteen. You think you were the only child who ever suffered pain and rejection? I was hated for being part Drenai. Then I was sent, as part of my mother's marriage agreement, to live among the Drenai. Were they different from tie Nadir? No. To them I was a savage from the Steppes — something they could bait and torture. Yet I learned to live among them. And I fought for them. I rode with the Dragon. I even made a few friends among them. But when the mad emperor Ceska brought terror to the land, I risked my life and my soul to aid the Drenai. I paid my debt to them. I brought the Nadir to crush the emperor's army, and I allowed Rayvan and your father to form a new republic. Why did I take Dros Delnoch years later? Because I was the Khan! Because the day of the Nadir had dawned. Yet if I can be accused of treachery, what of you? Why did you not obey your father's command? Why did you not return home?'

'For what purpose?' shouted Chareos. 'To die? Achieving what?'

'So that is your fear?' responded Tenaka Khan. 'You were afraid to try. Afraid to fail.'

'Don't you dare to judge me!' Chareos stormed. 'I will not be found wanting by a murderous traitor.'

Tenaka Khan spread his hands. 'And who did I betray, Chareos? I was the Khan of the Nadir. I had saved the Drenai once. I gave them good warning that I would return. But you — you betrayed your father and all your ancestors back to Regnak, second Earl of Bronze. He held Dros Delnoch against seemingly insurmountable odds. Generations of Drenai warriors have died to protect their homeland, but not you. No, you would be content to marry a whore and win a little battle here at Bel-azar.'

Chareos dragged his sword from the bolt latch of the door and swung on Tenaka.

'Is this how you repay me for saving your soul?' asked Tenaka, mildly. 'Only a few moments ago, you were asking for my help against the beasts of the night.'

Chareos lowered his sword. 'Am I a coward then?' he whispered.

'There are many forms of cowardice, Chareos. One man can face a score of enemies with a sword, but not a sickness which paralyses him. Another can face death with a smile, yet fear the years of hardship and toil which are living. Are you a coward?'

Chareos sat down on the battlements, staring at the sword in his hand. 'I have never feared an opponent. But yes, I am a coward. I did not have the strength to return to the Drenai… I still haven't.'

'You found the Tattooed Man?'

'Yes. Yes, we found him. And he will come with us on our. . journey.'

'You feel this quest is below you?' asked the Khan.

'We are seeking to rescue a pig-breeder's daughter, taken by Nadren raiders. Will the sun fall from the sky if we fail?'

Tenaka stood and placed his hands on Chareos' shoulders. 'I returned to the lands of the Drenai to kill a madman. Instead I found a friend, and a love, and a home I never knew I had lost. From being the Prince of Shadows I became the Great Khan, and I took the Nadir to heights undreamed of. Do not judge your quest until you have completed it. You remember that other night on this very tower?'

'How could I forget? You let us live.'

'One day soon, you will know why.'

Chareos awoke. The fire had died, the room was cold; he shivered and pulled the blankets over his chilled frame. He could still picture the slanted violet eyes and feel the strength of the grip on his shoulders.

The door opened and Okas stepped in. He moved silently to the bed and sat upon it.

The dawn is up,' said Okas. 'Your quest awaits.'

'I had a dream, Okas.'

'I too. I dreamt of a bed of rushes and a soft woman.'

'And I of Tenaka Khan.'

'Was he at Bel-azar?' enquired the Tattooed Man.

'Yes.' Chareos sat up. 'How do you know that?'

'I did not,' replied Okas, blinking. 'It was a question.'

'But why did you ask it?'

The old man was silent for a moment. 'There is a mystery here. Tenaka Khan was buried with his ancestor Ulric in the Great Tomb. It was sealed by his son, Jungir, and a thousand spells were cast upon it so that it should never be opened.'

'I know all this,' snapped Chareos.

'You do not know,' said Okas, 'or you would solve mystery. I understand magic that is hidden in the world; I can read hearts of men. Yet the Source of All Things has his own secrets, and I cannot read those. Tenaka Khan died and was buried — this we know. His son was anxious that no one should enter the tomb; this also we know. But here is the mystery, Chareos: why do Tenaka Khan's bones lie hidden at Bel-azar?'

That is impossible. It would be sacrilege.'

'Indeed so.'

Chareos shook his head. 'Our quest has nothing to do with Tenaka Khan. We will be travelling nowhere near Bel-azar.'

'Are you sure?'

'I will stake my life on it.'

Okas said nothing.

Chien-tsu was not a man who liked to travel. He did not like the dust of the Steppes, nor the arid, inhospitable country; most especially he abhorred the squat dwellings, the stench of the towns and the barely concealed hostility of the Nadir. It was said, back in Hao-tzing, that the Nadir were closely related to the people of the Middle Kingdom. Chien-tsu doubted it — despite the similarity of skin colour and language, he could not believe that their origins were identical. He put forward the entirely reasonable view that the gods made the Nadir first and then, realising the ghastly flaws inherent in the species, created the perfect people and gave them the Middle Kingdom for their own. This hateful visit only confirmed his theory. The Nadir did not seem disposed towards bathing, and their clothes remained unwashed from season to season — in fact, probably from decade to decade, he thought.