LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE RENEGADE IMMORTAL - SECTION 15

"But hold on, how did you escape the second onslaught and the ensuing persecution?" Uyuk's pesky question broke the long silence. "Hadn't Minister Wushing's entire family been wiped out?  Friends, affiliates, even mere acquaintances; weren't they all hunted down and tortured to death, right down to the very last one?  Did you again flee?"

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"I did escape, yes, with a vow to avenge my benefactor later." Hugen disdainfully scoffed.  "I am no coward, merely practical.  If I had died, then how could I repay the kindness Wushing had shown me?"

"All right, all right," Uyuk held up his hand, relenting.  "I was out of line."  This was the closest Uyuk came to apologizing.  Seeing that Hugen was pacified, Uyuk then urged him to recount the more explicit details of how the Minister of the Interior Wushing had saved the nation from catastrophic extermination during the first round of warfare.  Hugen, somewhat reticent, nevertheless obliged.

"Hmm...As I said before, His Highness Anguan Binchan was adamant; more than ready to fight Zakhertan Yozdek to the bitter end, but it was Minister Wushing who argued a more effective course.  Wushing advised that it was better for His Highness to buy some time in which Korion could recoup losses and prepare for a proper vengeance later on.  Zakhertan Yozdek at that time commanded an invincible army of one billion men, still flushed with victory and carrying superior arms.  Though the gallant warriors of Korion were all determined to fight to the bitter end, a course which would still inflict great havoc upon Zakhertan's forces, the effort would still not be enough to save our country.”

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“Wushing then had summed up his argument with these akin (similar)words: As things stand today, restraint is key, we are well fortressed here in Zujug and have enough rations to withstand a siege of more than two years.  Zakhertan Yozdek knows this and will undoubtedly seek to draw us out to hasty engagement in battle; and, he is unfortunately, quite adept (expert, practiced) in doing just that. Without a shrewd (wily) recourse (strategy) therefore, our certain offensive, will be like that of amassed force/moths, propelled to a flame.  Furthermore, to effectively invalidate (weaken) Zakhertan’s command of that sort of indomitable army, we need to strike and effectively siphon (nullify, erode) his power (control) at the very root (source), in other words, at the base of Zakhertan’s staunch (steadfast) support, amidst the ruling elite of Wenjenkun. Thus, Wushing persuaded the King to send him as a strategic envoy to the Court of Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir, purportedly to sue for peace. 

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Wushing, being a resourceful minister understood Prime Minister Morvald of Wenjenkun, the father-in-law of Zakhertan Yozdek, was a pompous, licentious and rapacious (avaricious) lord. More importantly, Morvald and Minister Xitor both exerted great influence on the Sovereign of Wenjenkun and it was by offering great bribes and beautiful women to both these officials, that they were influenced into doing Korion's bidding.  Through their influence, Minister Wushing was granted a timely audience with Sovereign Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir."

Hugen left his narrative to offer a small digression, "The present government of Zakhertan Yozdek is rigidly controlled and fear of their Sovereign is far too great for employment of this sort of tactic now; hence, other avenues (contravening measures) need be utilized."

"Yes, we saw just how far Kontu got when they offered bribes." Uyuk sneered.

"Are you daft?" Hugen shook his head in exasperation.

"You mean?"  Uyuk's mouth fell open for a second in amazement as he quickly grasped the picture.

Hugen hid the smirk that stole onto his lips and dismissively (impatiently) waved his hand. Fire coursing through his veins, he animatedly continued with his narrating the history: "Wushing made supplications to the Imperial Court of Wenjenkun, beseeching the Royal Highness Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir to grant us peace.  At the same time, he relayed, with certain eloquence, the apologies of our Sovereign Anguan Binchan for the offense that had been inadvertently given and, our Monarch's willingness to return (revert) to the previous status of an ally, a tutelary (protective) state, when all present unwarranted hostilities ceased.”

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"As was the usual case, Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir took the matter to private counsel before rendering a decision, only to have both Prime Minister Morvald and the Minister Xitor both speak favorably of the peace accord, this initiative, overriding (superseding) Zakhertan Yozdek’s adamant (insistent) petitions to be given time and supplies to completely exterminate the opposition before proceeding to the border of the Rheox region to subdue the unruly Nehor tribesmen. By this time, you see, rapacious Zakhertan Yozdek had made several advances in the face of our fierce opposition and had by then brought the peripheral areas of Zujug under his control as well as the strategic Kenquan Pass to the north-west of the city.  Building up strong earthworks and ramparts he had encamped around Zujug and laid in an all-out siege.  As you know, the city was particularly built for defense on the banks of the Quito River with rings of impregnable fortifications and a standing force of 9000 men to which had been added 7000 of Anguan Binchan's army.  Wushing had indeed insured that the position would be safe if they would but stay inside.” 

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“Zakhertan Yozdek mounted vigorous attacks both day and night yet, after a month he still had failed to gain any advantage.  This lack of success coupled with the diplomatic offensive Wushing had launched back in capital Channing of Wenjenkun could have caused a less determined man to waiver, unable to bide the time until the defenders of Zujug ran out of supplies and capitulated. As luck would have it, the courier bearing a progress report from Wushing to His Grace Anguan Binchan was intercepted by a detail of Zakhertan Yozdek’s reconnaissance men. The report itself contained nothing which could be used to incriminate Wushing back in Channing; however, Zakhertan Yozdek still was able to use it to devise an ingenious ruse to lure the forces of Korion out of the stronghold.”

“He had the report ingeniously forged to state instead that, Wushing had utterly failed in his task and presently imprisoned, was awaiting torture and execution.  The altered report demanded Korion's total capitulation, payment of a huge tribute and the immediate surrender of His Royal Majesty Anguan Binchan in person to Marshall Zakhertan Yozdek.”

 “Zakhertan of course knew that, even though Sovereign Anguan would be demoralized by this news, his Grace would rather fight than concede to these demands.  A spy disguised as the original courier then delivered the forged report to Zujug.”

“To complete the deception, Zakhertan planted rumors that there had been a large force of reinforcements dispatched from Wenjenkun as soon as Wushing was imprisoned. Acting on these reports and believing there was no other recourse, His Royal Highness Anguan Binchan himself led 7000 crack troops out of the stronghold in the early dawn hours and arrayed them in battle formation on the west bank of the Quito River.”

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“The Korion’s force of 9000 left inside the city was ordered not to interfere in the ensuing battle. Zakhertan of course, had as well anticipated this outcome and two days beforehand had secreted about one third of his infantry in the woods, presently flanking His Grace's position. Zakhertan Yozdek and his invincible cavalry, followed by the remaining two thirds infantry now arrayed themselves across the river.  At his command the portion of the cavalry charged forward, fording the river at specific points and a pitched battle ensued. Our forces not only stood their ground but, aided by the difficulty Zakhertan's cavalry had in fording the river, were able to turn this murderous assault around.  By about mid-morning it appeared to Sovereign Anguan Binchan that the battle was going his way; for part of Zakhertan's infantry left on the other side of the Quito River seemingly demoralized, was breaking ranks and part of it (in small groups) already started to move to the rear. Then Zakhertan Yozdek’s impersonator sounded the retreat.  An elite cavalry contingent which was the suicide group along with Zakhertan’s double, that had prior fiercely engaged Sovereign Anguan Binchan’s key forces, now turned (hightailed) and plunged back into the river hotly pursued by Anguan’s cavalrymen. Completing the deception, rest of the infantry on the far bank had also broken ranks; they run seemingly helter-skelter (in disorder), to disappear behind a wall of tall bushes.”

“Sovereign Anguan, believing he could seize this moment, ordered his men to continue pursuing Zakhertan and the enemy through the waist-deep river.  The trap totally unseen had already been set in this mid-portion of the river they were coached to trespass. Sometime prior you see, during the cover of night, specifically designed vessels had secretly dumped, great quantities of boulders, broken rocks, crockery, and other such sharp metal spikes in mid-stream, not enough to obstruct the flow of the river but to create hazardous course and to inflict injury and cuts to the anticipated cavalry horse’s feet and legs. “

“Korion's cavalry contingent was about halfway across the river when the full scope of Zakhertan's plan became apparent.  Sovereign Anguan Binchan’s cavalry along with their suicide cavalry contingent were all bogged down in midstream (current) by these destructive elements. The (shrill) high-pitched whistle just then commanded the infantry regiment, armed with long bows and quivers, which had taken cover behind tall bushes, to at once emerge and to re-form in precise rows at the shoreline. All highly skilled archers they took aim, a clear shot, and then let loose volley of arrows (that darkened the sky).”

“Concurrently, behind Sovereign Anguan's forces the Zakhertan Yozdek’s one third portion of infantry also poured out of the woods from the high ground to take up the defenses Anguan had abandoned, cutting of his possible retreat.”

“These marksmen (competent) archers as well, in sync (as one) taking up positions, joined in on the onslaught (massacre), each arrow piercing through leather’ armor and finding their deadly mark, near decimated the cavalry ensnared (trapped) in midstream of the river.  The situation was most dire for both our forces and their suicide squadron as many cruelly were pierced, heartlessly cut down or drowned. But all was not lost; Heaven taking pity sent forth just then a dense fog, which totally obscured all visibility. Our valiant heroes flanking our sovereign fought the elements as well as the impenetrable forces of Zakhertan and brought our Sovereign back on the banks of the river and to safety. Then using their shields as cover, our Sovereign, and those gallants, fighting desperately, made their way slowly and painfully back upstream to the battlements of Zujug where they finally received some covering fire from the defenders inside.  By the time His Grace Anguan Binchan had led the last of his expeditionary force through the gate, there were approximately 6500 men left dead and dying, washed up on the banks of the Quito River. His forces considerably demoralized and reduced in number, Anguan reviewed his options, of which surrender was (definitely) not one.  Down to the last officer and infantryman, all the defenders of Zujug vowed to face impalement on their own swords rather than the disgrace of defeat at the hands of Zakhertan Yozdek.  This mass suicide was distressingly near (close) when accurate word arrived from Wushing.  With great foresight the Minister had taken due precautions and had sent a backup report shortly after dispatching the first unfortunate courier.”

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"Zakhertan Yozdek meanwhile, had been apprised of the dangerous developments in Channing by his informants in court and hoping to intervene in time, forwarded a strongly termed memorandum to His Imperial Highness Zuronghan Therran Valamir, in which he professed his loyalty and enumerated the serious threat His Grace Anguan Binchan posed to Wenjenkun.”

“This contention was substantiated by the irrefutable reports of the current battle and the steadfast (staunch, dogged) resistance of the defenders of Zujug. Zakhertan further warned his Sovereign, rightly so, that Anguan still commanded the (enviable) love and unfaltering fealty (allegiance) of his subjects and led a still formidable fighting force despite the most recent humiliating campaign (war).  ‘A wounded tiger must be finished off entirely before it portends more trouble.’  Zakhertan Yozdek had advised and, ‘A blighted crop must be burned to the root to prevent re-growth.'” Hugen swallowed hard then nodded. “I swear there’s no embellishment here.  These were the (precise) very words he used."

Hugen grimaced (scowled), seeing the skepticism in Uyuk's eyes.  "You see, Wushing had obtained a copy of this very memorandum.  I told you he was resourceful. There was also in it, the expected warning against Wushing, who was accused of deception and purposefully misleading Zuronghan Therran Valamir about the peace prospects in-order-to buy time for Korion’s reclamation (recovery).  Zakhertan Yozdek urged his Sovereign to put Wushing to the sword at once.”

“Fortunately for Korian, Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir paid no heed to these warnings and all of Zakhertan’s subsequent memorandums were either intercepted, re-edited by Prime Minister Morvald or simply fell on deaf ears.”

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“More so at about this time Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir had begun to lend an ear to those old adversaries of Zakhertan Yozdek, who had seized this opportunity while Field Marshall was away, to band together to malign and denounce Zakhertan.  Successfully arguing their point, they were quick to present (demonstrate) evidence of the costliness of these unwarranted, self-serving punitive campaigns, which had been in fact, a castigatory measure of the Field Marshall Zakhertan Yozdek's, fulfilling his aspiration to settle an old vendetta (quite a few aristocrats and military personnel) in Korion. This heavy toll on Wenkenkun, more insidiously had also fostered Zakhertan’s other long term high ambition, slyly hinting therefore, at Zakhertan’s long term goal of, usurping absolute power.”

At this juncture Hugen had paused to remind Uyuk, "Remember, while still a lowly Lieutenant under Commander Linder, Zakhertan Yozdek had once been taken prisoner by our Sovereign, then Prince Anguan Binchan, after a crushing defeat at the Battle of Xteak and Zidney.  Who’s to say, as a prisoner, what this future Emperor had felt was the unbearable blight or humiliation he’d been subjected to? Probably it was nothing more than the standard treatment for all prisoners. It could have been a mere dressing down by a punctilious guard, or perhaps the assignment to some of the menial duties normally given to low-ranking prisoners such as swabbing out the stables or cleaning the latrines (toilet, especially a communal one on a military base).  To date no one knows what manner of insult it had been at the root which had so inflamed Zakhertan Yozdek; so much so that, he’d sustained and nurtured the voracious, fervent seed of revenge, till nothing, nothing short of the complete annihilation of our Nation would appease him?"  Hugen shrugged.

 "I confess, I don't have least clue, and frankly, I don't think there is anyone left alive who does. One thing is for certain however, Zakhertan's vindictive nature is all too well known; furthermore, he was, and he still is today, an arrogant beast.  Anguan would have done better to have disposed of this pesky prisoner at the moment of his capture; this sort deserves no clemency (no leniency) at all. "

"I quite agree." Uyuk interjected hotly.

Hugen nodded, "But then, it’s easier to determine the right course and lay blame, in hindsight.”

“How could anyone has predicted then, the way Zakhertan would, by such an ingenious ruse, affect his escape…Or that, concealing his even higher aspirations, after his return to Wenjenkun in such a short period he would raise to such prominence to be Field Marshall?  Oh, but I digress."  He waved a dismissive hand and cleared his throat.

"Yes, well, eventually Wushing succeeded in his aim, if it could be called that, considering the enormous annual tribute which is siphoned off to Wenjenkun every year in exchange for this precarious peace.  This and the abjectly humiliating verbal retraction and remorse, demanded of our Sovereign.  What more could they ask? “

“Oh well, as expected, Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir took the bait."  Hugen winked, "He pardoned our Sovereign Anguan Binchan and, Korion from then on became the seventh subsidiary state of the ravenous Wenjenkun.”

“When after a lengthy inquiry of an independent Royal Commission had substantiated Wushing's allegations of genocide and horrendous atrocities committed by Zakhertan Yozdek’s forces in Korion, the Sovereign of Wenjenkun, being a righteous king, had of course, was appalled.  Whatever his other faults may be, one thing was for certain Late Sovereign Zuronghan Therran Valamir had always tried to rule with benevolence.  Outraged by the liberties Zakhertan had taken, and perhaps wary of his growing influence and the size of the army under his command, Zuronghan Therran Valamir recalled Zakhertan Yozdek to Channing at once. A special tribunal was set up to have him answer to these serious allegations and to be duly chastised. His replacement, a decorated general in the Imperial force, named Litham Fazhor, who had served Sovereign of Wenjenkun for many years with valor, was dispatched immediately with Imperial edict (decree), commanding him to lift the siege at Zujug and take that great army into Hangou State to annex them before proceeding into the Rheox region to subdue the unruly Nehor tribesmen.” Hugen swallowed hard. “Except that, Zakhertan Yozdek returning to Channing (without his army), so ably and successfully argued his case that, in the end, he’d not only escaped severe reprimand but as well, retained his lofty position."

"Hah!  That was their Sovereign's fatal mistake." Uyuk, caught up in the momentum, excitedly slapped his thigh.

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"Well, despite that, for the moment it appeared as though Korion was out of danger." Hugen continued after a gesture of acknowledgment toward Uyuk.  "In actual fact, all that brought us was a temporary respite (break, postponement), though not nearly enough time for the reconstruction and rebuilding of our defenses.  Unfortunately, before we could attain this aim, the political winds in Wenjenkun had shifted and a new, more destructive course had been charted for our Country's history. Every citizen of Korion was nonetheless prepared to endure even lengthier period of submission so that one day; after achieving strong, bilateral allies and covertly mobilizing an invincible army, we could then launch a successful all-out offensive against Wenjenkun.”

"Prudently meanwhile, Wushing anticipating Zakhertan Yozdek’s unpredictability, his ultimate ambition and taking into account the fickle fate, had already implemented (initiated) key measures to strengthen our state and defensive capabilities.”

“This prescience (insight) may have been what spared us from total annihilation."  Hugen shrugged, and then continued, “Unfortunately the real gremlins that foiled his plans were the twin failures of insufficient time and insufficient funds.  Remember, we were burdened with a hefty annual tribute to Wenjenkun aside from any projects of reconstruction and defense.  Yet it was most ironic to witness the resulting devastation in Wenjenkun itself when it became ripped apart by its own bloody civil war, in which those loyalists who resisted Zakhertan Yozdek paid a terrible price.”

"Yes.", he nodded thoughtfully, "Hmm!  Imagine him inflicting these same horrors on his own countrymen!  That goes to show you, doesn't it, the kind of man, or rather a monster, he is.  Millions upon millions were needlessly slaughtered on a grand scale unimaginable, too horrendous to describe."  Hugen ground his teeth in disgust.

"But then, the greater the civilization the more despicable, the more savage, the more barbaric would be its inevitable devastating downfall and ruin." Uyuk interjected scornfully.

"But wait, worst was yet to come." Hugen impatiently held out his hand. “Be patient with him.” he inwardly admonished self, for he knew Uyuk was, after all, just spurting out rhetoric in vain attempt to mask his ignorance and to appear somewhat knowledgeable.

 

(END OF SECTION  15)

 

 LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC - THE RENEGADE IMMORTAL - SECTION 14

At the end of another typical, lengthy day’s arduous riding, nearing dusk when they spotted an old, clearly abandoned farmhouse which was precariously perched on a hillside, Uyuk, quickly suggested, "It's badly dilapidated, but there is still enough of it left to shelter us from this bone-chilling gale. I for one, would like to spend the night there."

"It’s an apt place for a trap."  Hugen simply grunted (grumbled).

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“Highly unlikely," Uyuk insistently rebuffed Hugen; his aching body demanding an immediate reprieve.” This desolate area is clearly forsaken by both man and beast.”

"Not in this instance." Hugen shook his head.  But Uyuk, being too exhausted to bother listing his reasons or heeding Hugen’s counter arguments, very much in need of respite had adamantly this time (unrelenting), spurred his horse towards it.  Though it went against his better judgment, Hugen after shrug, reluctantly followed Uyuk.

Once inside, they quickly cleared the debris off to one side and, relaxing their vigil slightly for the first time, they settled down cross-legged in the least drafty spot on the floor to talk freely, something they had not been able to do (for several days) until then.  They even allowed themselves the liberty of broaching the contents of a large jug of country wine they had purchased five days back at an obscure border town.  Time sped quickly and presently they were very mellowed by the quantity of strong spirits they had consumed.  When Hugen drunk extensively, whether inebriated or not, he would uncharacteristically, become placid (tranquil) and quite sentimental; this time being no different, switching effortlessly between dialects, he began to reminisce about the past in general and his own childhood.

"Ah, that cursed day!  I was barely eight, but even then, I understood only too well the calamity that befell us, the panic that suffocated the air to saturation point, making everyone wild with worry.  Yes, I can remember it all too vividly, like it happened only yesterday; the misbegotten day when our brave soldiers, no match for the barbaric offensive launched by Field Marshall Zakhertan Yozdek, were routed at the battle of Nozurk.  Our noble King, Anguan Binchan, forced to flee the Capital with only nine thousand men and withdraw to the wilderness of Zujug."

"I was much younger, and my recollection of that time is not as clear as yours," Uyuk nodded, leaning forward to place a sympathetic hand on Hugen's shoulder, "but I understand that the second offensive that was fought in Zujug was even more brutal."

"Brutal; aye that it was!" Hugen shuddered and met Uyuk's keen gaze.  “It boggles the mind to think that any human beings can inflict such horrors on others of same species!  We could have never anticipated (imagined) the scope of genocide the army of Zakhertan Yozdek’s could inflict on hapless civilians, defenceless women and children, all without mercy, falling like ripe stalks of grain under his scything."  Hugen clenched his fists as the fires of indignation filled his veins. 

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"You may expect more mercy from the uncivilized barbarians at the north, not the disciplined army of Wenjenkun." He shook his head.

"I still shiver and get chilled to my very marrow when I think of the atrocities, they committed, the rapes, the tortures, the pillage. I can still hear the anguished cries of the old men, the women and children, the wailing of babies thrown into the street to be trampled on by the horse's hooves.” Biting his lip, Hugen fell silent for a moment.

“The terrible sound still rings in my ears and haunts my dreams even to this very day!"  Hugen repetitively wrung his hands and nodded as he, in his mind’s eye relived the massacre over and over.

"Orphaned at an early age, I was, placed in the care of my maternal aunt.  Loujan was her name.  She was a rare, kindly soul.  She was quite beautiful, too beautiful in fact.  Childless herself, she loved all children, and myself especially, reared me like I was her very own.  And yes, I reciprocated her motherly love and loved her as a devoted son."  There was a drunken conviction in Hugen's voice as he tapped at his chest, "I loved her, all right, to the very marrow of my being."

"At least you've known that kind of love." Uyuk huffed, as he studied Hugen.

After a painful silence Hugen then looked up, his face creased with sorrow as his eyes once more met Uyuk's.  "You know she sacrificed her life to save me?  She was the one who concealed me, told me to stay put, come what may, as she brazened it out with those savage, villainous curs."  Hugen shook his head then placed both hands on his ears to drown out her bone chilling shrieks as she was viciously mauled.  "That day," he hissed, his voice distorted in rage, "something within me died along with her.  I could never be the same again."

"We all live for vengeance." Uyuk morosely concurred.

Hugen stared at him with narrowed eyes, not seeming to comprehend for a moment, and then nodded with understanding.  "We all have our own private hells that we carry within us."  His eyes brimmed with compassion.

"And what became of your uncle?  Or perhaps I shouldn’t presume to ask." Uyuk hastily probed, sensing the question forming on the other's tongue.

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 Uyuk quickly then passed the wine, diverting Hugen from inquiring too deeply into his own, dark past.

The utterance died with Hugen's shrug as he raised the jug to his lips and took several large mouthfuls.  His sleeve absorbed the overflow from his chin.  "He was killed at the ramparts, like the countless others who defended the besieged city.  Don't ask about the particulars.  After I came out of hiding, I recognized his partially charred, mutilated corpse in one of the piles outside the walls.  Wild dogs were scavenging his… tearing at the…"  Hugen stopped to take a shuddering breath; he forced two hard swallows to keep the bile from rising back up and then thrust the jug violently back into Uyuk’s hand.    Clutching his belly, he rubbed the muscles as he tried to erase the gruesome images from his mind.

"I heard that the ancient city Romkun, before Zakhertan Yozdek razed it, was a marvel to behold." Uyuk hastily interjected to draw Hugen out of his self-destructive absorption. 

Uyuk needed to know these things, and this was a rare opportunity he was determined not to pass up.   "More spectacular than any other city in the world, I understand." He further prodded.

"It certainly was." Hugen finally affirmed, grateful for the chance to be composed.  "You cannot imagine a more magnificent place.  The ingenious construction alone, stones fitted together without mortar, was a sure testament to our culture's greatness; more spectacular were the fountains, exquisite gardens with their variety of rare plants and flowers of all kinds, populated by colourful pullets that are now, unfortunately quite extinct. The sculpted reliefs on the stone bridges, the monumental buildings and belltowers with their golden cupolas in the clouds…  It was a paradise, I tell you, paradise!"

"It sounds magical, like no place on Earth." Uyuk nodded thoughtfully.

"Nothing comparable," Hugen confirmed, fires of memory blazing in his eyes.

"You are fortunate to have seen it."  In a brief afterthought, Uyuk pursed his lips and thought, but then, again, you have also endured the pain of having lost it all.”

"Oh, and the greatest library of all times," Hugen’s pupils flared as he suddenly recalled, “a magnificent structure several stories high it was, perched on a hill; thousand marble steps led up to the imposing carved ebony and iron door, flanked by giant, fearsome statues of mystical door gods. inside were the tall chambers and magnificent marble halls, illuminated with  crystal chandeliers that hung from high ceilings; walls decked with ancient paintings, tall tapestries with historical royal insignias (emblems, crests, badges) beside obsidian columns; and more importantly, wall to wall rosewood bookshelves, row upon row,  preserving stacks and stacks of irreplaceable scrolls, the accumulated volumes of the sages, world renowned works of the scholars and kings of bygone days and the amassed records of all religious doctrines.” Hugen, highly agitated now, chewed the corner of his lip.

A deep gasp and a longing sigh escaped Uyuk, as he with his imagination, envisioned the magnificent library in the ancient city of Romkun which unfortunately was now forever lost to posterity.

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“Centuries of records, all incinerated, reduced to ashes and dust in the blink of an eye.” Hugen disregarding Uyuk, sullenly (morosely) lowered his head. “Though the city and the library have been rebuilt since, it can never measure up to its old glory."  Hugen looked away and grimly shook his head.  "How could it happen?  The ancient relics, the remarkable edifices are all gone for good.  Future generations are eternally cheated (deprived) from all that wealth of experience. Zakhertan Yozdek maliciously stripped (robbed) our land of its heritage and wickedly stole our glorious past.  There can be no greater sacrilege than that!  Damn him!  Damn him and his barbaric legions all to Hell!"  Seething in anger, Hugen pounded his bare fist on the wall, and then quickly drew it back as part of the decayed brickwork crumbled outwards to let the frigid night wind rush in.

"Hold on there, before you pull this hovel down around our ears." Uyuk hastened to calm him.  "We still have to spend the night here you know; and I don't relish the idea of sleeping in a drafty place and have my body whipped by those furious blasts of gale winds."  In a plaintive voice Uyuk grumbled, "I wish you'd learn to restrain that destructive temper of yours.  Or is this another devious means to force us to sleep outside?"  He winced (scowled) and thrust the jug back into Hugen's hand to curb the other’s pending angry retort.

Hugen was rather fond of wine, and Uyuk knew this.  What's more, he encouraged it.  Still, he was yet to see Hugen totally inebriated.  Unlike ordinary men, Hugen went through the first stages of intoxication like he was now but then, as he continued to consume more, he would gradually regain his senses and in a bizarre (twist) inverse state be, completely sober.  This inexplicable phenomenon intrigued, and at the same time challenged Uyuk's logical, scientific sensibility; and so, yet again he strove to alter the typical (usual) outcome.

A gust of wind just then blew the shutter back from the boarded-over window, letting in a (tongue of) lashing chilling wind.  Observing Uyuk's involuntary shiver, Hugen roared with laughter, slapping his thigh then reaching again for the jug to gulp more wine.  Just as Uyuk continued to test his capacity for spirits, Hugen enjoyed driving his partner's stamina to the edge of endurance.  "You are getting too soft in your old age." He snorted and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.  "Perhaps you should quit this line of work, find yourself a simpleton wife and stay in your farm, using your energies, to copulate.”

“Ha, ha!  I can see it now: a dozen half-naked brats, each one with your ugly face, crawling, squealing about the straw floor of your hovel!"  Hugen gave a mock shiver, "What a sight…… haa, ha!"

This time Uyuk could barely constrain his angry retort.  In the past it would have taken much less than this to cause him to fly off the handle, but it would hinder his (purpose) experiment if he were to now launch (initiate) a row.  Instead, he let Hugen's foul mouth run amok.  Gradually Hugen simmered down, having failed to provoke a fight.  Then he grew silent, and his eyelids dropped.

"So, what happened after your daring escape?"  Uyuk reached forward and put his hand on Hugen's shoulder.

"Daring escape?" Hugen shrugged off the hand with annoyance, but the jerking motion was too much for him.  He swayed, and his head began to swim.  Steadying himself against a pillar, he laughed wryly.  "Daring escape, indeed; but, for an eight-year-old I suppose it was." he shrugged.

"Well once clear of the city gates, I ran and ran, trying to get as fast and as far away, from it all. It was grim, I tell you.  There were still some pockets of residual fighting, death and destruction still going on, so during my flight I strove to be invisible.  But however far I ran, endlessly, the akin cruel vistas (scenes) stretched out before me: the maimed, mutilated, disemboweled, and contorted corpses lay about, littering the grounds like streamers after a parade had passed.  The earth was drenched in rivulets of dark crimson blood.  I don't know how many corpses I’d stumbled over during my flight…  And that stench!  The sickening stench was unbearable." Hugen swallowed hard and shuddered.

05- CARNAGE AT END OF WAR

"Eventually I was picked up by a scout and brought before His Highness' presence to give my account.  I did not hold back anything.  I related every gruesome detail, every ghastly event my young eyes had seen.  The act of putting it into words seemed to purge (cleanse) my heart and I told it all.  Later on, my report was corroborated by those few who’d been lucky enough to have escaped this ferocious persecution.  I can still remember the details of that day; this I came to know later still, how His Highness upon hearing the same horrific tales told by different individuals about their loved ones, had in private, shed copious tears over those profuse tragic losses.  He’d resolved right there and then, to resist Zakhertan Yozdek, 'that vindictive upstart', he'd called him, to the bitter end."

"But that didn't happen.  I mean, how could he resist?" Uyuk hastily interjected.

"Ignorant fool," Hugen fumed. "You presume too much!  Things are never what they seem.  I was there; I paid witness to it all.  I'll tell you what (actually) happened, how the great disaster was averted, albeit only temporarily.”

“Fortunately, the Minister of the Interior, Keko Wushing, had been so impressed by my determination and bearing before His Highness that, he took me under his wing.  I became an adopted son to him, unofficially, of course.  But then I digress” Hugen paused to relieve his parched throat and, from the corner of his eye, scrutinized Uyuk.

 “Why this sudden curiosity about past events (history); it surely cannot be merely to relieve the boredom of the night.  What do you hope to gain by all of this?  What dire motives do you harbor?”

Theirs was a strange and strained relationship at best.  Before undertaking the journey to Wenjenkun, Hugen had Uyuk completely checked out to confirm his reliability.  He cared little for the long, unblemished official record; he wanted his own facts, his own affirmation about the man himself.  Typically, his own sources had been more thorough than the Department's and had soon uncovered all there was to know about Uyuk, for instance, fact that he was born in Wenjenkun as Enkaz Dufo, and much more.  He saw no reason to dispose of agent Uyuk for his duplicity since his many talents, if properly handled, could still render valuable service to Korion (their nation).  He had argued this case, in fact, with the Department-head Nein Rejon, the only other operative to be let in on the secret and, eventually secured (won) his permission, in allowing Uyuk to carry on as before.

06-DEPARTMENT -HEAD NEIN REJON (2)

His superior Nein Rejon had conceded that Uyuk's rare talents and resourcefulness in those areas where it counted the most could not be underestimated and had therefore given Hugen full permission to use him. Additionally, Hugen had been entrusted with the responsibility of ensuring that Uyuk did not defect and, if that were to happen, he was further tasked with the responsibility of taking swift and decisive measures to limit the damage.  Hugen was to terminate the problem the instant before it occurred.  Hugen had noted then in Rejon's cold, blue eyes that extreme prejudice, and had understood that instant, how now that Uyuk's birthplace was known to the department, Uyuk from then on would have to overcome great obstacles just to maintain his present position.  He would always be considered an expendable outsider and one of the first to be a suspect, no matter how much he’d proven his worth and no matter the measure of his accrued successes.  In a way Hugen had almost pitied Uyuk but quickly hardened his heart and replaced it instead, with absolute impartiality (detachment) for in his line of work he could not well afford the luxury of attachments or emotions.  This was why Hugen had no close friends to speak of no family through which he could be undermined or wounded.  He had absolutely no special being, no vulnerability outside of his cold, formal working relationships.  Fiercely loyal, he lived and breathed only for the welfare of Korion, and one day he expected to forfeit his life for his Monarch as well. His thoughts once more reverted to Uyuk and he narrowed his eyes as he considered how, during (the course of) this mission he had succeeded in gradually worming his way deeper and deeper into Uyuk's confidence, all done with utmost care and cunning so as not to arouse Uyuk's suspicious nature.

Hugen had played right along, tolerating Uyuks’ eccentricities, it being sufficient to exploit Uyuk's stored up resentment, his prejudices and burning desire for vengeance; he’d also allowed Uyuk to believe that he was pretty much in control of his own destiny and that his most ambitious goal was indeed attainable in the not-too-distant future. Uyuk’s self-confidence was further bolstered as he firmly believed that he was the one tugging at the strings in this affiliation, instead of in fact being the one who was being underhandedly manipulated and toyed; till that is, the inevitable, ultimate lethal outcome to his existence. Uyuk being deemed a nuisance and an arrogant fool, putting up with him had not been by any means easy for Hugen, but so long as Uyuk remained above board, Hugen restrained his fury and remained equitable and deferred exterminating the annoying pest from Wenjenkun. Hugen knew, in the months ahead, Uyuk would be undertaking many other such perilous missions now that he’d been deemed expendable, and in most instances, he would be paired up with Hugen.  In time he would come to rely heavily and trust absolutely the partner who, always, held his life on a balance in his hand.

“How ironic…” Hugen looked down.

 

 

(END OF SECTION 14) 

LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC – THE RENEGADE IMMORTAL – SECTION 3

 

Dwengzur could not veil his mounting irritation since he had expected to, long before this, ferret out the answers he sought and, begone from this cursed den of loathed humans. He swigged (quaffed) some more wine then, with forced congeniality, asked aloud. "Now, perhaps, you will oblige me with an answer to a rather trivial concern of mine." "You were, of course, aware of Zonar’s mission in your country?"  He paused to receive Fradel’s (Nevetsecnuac's) simple nod, before continuing.

Truth be told, Nevetsecnuac had only a vague and unsubstantiated notion, which he had formulated, from Zonar's parting words: “Even if I fail, I will not fail.”

"Then how is it possible that your friendship could take root? I fail to understand your heart's generosity. It does not support…" Dwengzur paused then shook his head. "After all, Zonar sought to beget (effect) the utter ruin (destruction) of Wenjenkun." 

Nevetsecnuac's encapsulated vague reaction however, robbed Dwengzur, still, of any resolution.

01- FRADED (NEVETSECNUAC ) FACING DWNGZUR'S SCRUTINY

 “On the brink of death his thoughts were of you.” Dwengzur persisted with his measured natter (tone). “You alone made a singular difference to him. Why? How did you manage to alter his views, considering the deep-seated lifelong contempt he felt for your Country and all its citizens? Even more incredible, I say, since the General bore a sustained grudge against Wenjenkun, Zakhertan Yozdek and the former Monarch, Zuronghan Alric Therran Valamir.  He took to heart the atrocities; the rampant genocide committed against the hapless citizens of Korion."  The Immortal shook his head grimly and looked away, as if lost for words. "Granted," after a spell, he conceded thoughtfully, " at the time Field Marshall Zakhertan Yozdek had acted on his own initiative, not on the orders of his Monarch, to gratify a personal vendetta, he bore against Korion's Sovereign. Still, that does not excuse the incompetency of Wenjenkun's past ruler. He bears some of the responsibility for his lack of action and, he should be, justly held accountable by History." 

The lack of reaction from Fradel Rurik Korvald was, again, unexpected and bit infuriating. Despite his exasperation this unique individual was beginning to interest him. Then suddenly Dwengzur caught the inkling of a dilemma in Fradel's thoughts.

“What was that; you regret leaving behind the brush…. A writing implements?” but the Immortal could not be certain of the specifics. Encouraged, yet still baffled, Dwengzur pushed to get results.

Nevetsecnuac, suspecting Dwengzur's underhanded motive, was determined to gage (measure, gauge) the limits of the Immortal's patience and deficiencies (shortcomings, limitations). Furthermore, he strongly resented Dwengzur's arrogant, supercilious, deceitful manner but, more specifically, Nevetsecnuac despised him for killing a fine, loyal warrior like Zonar. Despite all the differences, Nevetsecnuac felt that Zonar and he had much in common. Set upon the same course, an unlikely alliance and a friendship of sorts had developed after their number of encounters. Now, as warrior soulmates, Nevetsecnuac felt obligated to at least, extract measure of satisfaction from Dwengzur, he owed Zonar that much.

Fixing his bold gaze on Dwengzur, Nevetsecnuac now framed his thoughts boldly, sarcastically, “Since your scorn for mankind, sir, is all too evident, why, then, did you betray your own kinsman to appease the villain Zakhertan Yozdek and his unworthy lot?”

Dwengzur stirred as he caught the thought-projection. “How you flatter yourselves! What unworthy creatures you all are, totally beneath my contempt!”  He scoffed inwardly.

“As if the sun rises and sets, the moon, stars, and galaxies all turn in the Heavens solely for the benefit of your puny race! Why should I dispense any effort, spend any emotion at all for your kind? Hah! Do you really believe that I care one way or another whether Zakhertan Yozdek or you, Fradel Rurik Korvald, live or die? Do you think I care whether your inconsequential nation suffers or perishes in the forthcoming wars?”

02- DWENGZUR

But checking his temper, Dwengzur responded coolly (calmly) and sternly, instead. "But you were already given your answer in the foothills, although in a most abstract form, when you’ve eaves-dropped on Commander Zhadol and Lieutenant Yennic at Cyprecox Pass." 

Dwengzur grimaced wryly, noting Fradel Rurik Korvald’s purposeful flinch, Nevetsecnuac having allowed him to discern just that bit.

"Fact is, it is unconscionable and quite irresponsible for us to allow ourselves to intercede in, the natural progression of civilization of any undeveloped species. The least knowledge we possess, if it were to be prematurely unleashed on your primitive culture, could foster dire consequences and detrimental disruptions. Especially when combined with your race's warmongering ways. Zonar presented such a threat to your race and so it was for the good of humankind that he was terminated; you should be on your knees and thanking me for this.”

Instantly Dwengzur picked up Fradel’s (Nevetsecnuac's) next deliberately unspoken query and baffled (perplexed), he shook his head. “You are such a curious lot; even when death is staring you in the face or your life hangs in the balance, you still stubbornly, crave to learn about matters that should not concern you.”

After few minutes of deliberation however, Dwengzur nodded in assent. "All right, so you wish to know more about Zonar’s origin; frankly, I see no reason this should be kept confidential,” but withheld the words, “from one who’s fated to die soon."  Dwengzur had hoped of course, to soften or sway Fradel, with an intriguing, amorous anecdote; after all, didn’t all mortals like a relevant (appropriate) love story, especially one based on facts?

“Hundred years ago, at a typical Divination Ceremony where, each new generation at the age of ten (earth years) was evaluated, His Eminence Olavingemar the Most Supreme Elder of Karn Race, had read the ominous prediction that, the child Tekubzan was unfortunately, the carrier of a seed that would be the harbinger of the Race of Karn’s utter obliteration.”

03- DIVINATION CEREMONY (ELDERS OF KARN)

 To prevent this from ever happening, by a majority vote, she was in a fortnight, condemned to death. She was to be, like vermin, promptly exterminated. His Eminence Olavigemar, who also happed to be her father, however, privately re-consulted the Heavens and given an option, an alternative to the execution, she was instead, doomed to a much crueler fate: being imprisoned for life, behind an impenetrable, a one peace of solid rock at the farthest point and at the deepest recesses of the Cave. There she was destined to live, the rest of her long life, in solitary confinement and in pitch darkness, behind the solid rock wall that looked to be a natural part of the cave. Thickness of it muted all sound. At least, her father had though, she would be alive!  Zandar and Tekubzan however, were destined to meet.”

“Good, I have his full interest now.”  Dwengzur took another sip of wine first, then in leisurely manner recounted (narrated) how Zonar Kuntzu’s father, Chando, also from the race of Karn, later known as Zandar Kuntzu, at the earth years of 20, possessing a curious, explorative nature, had once secretly ventured into the forbidden depths of the gigantic cavern;  where which, due to prior, once in a millennia seismic event, a fissure had occurred on the solid wall that had for (ten) decades imprisoned  behind it, a fair maiden, most enchanting creature born to race of Karn. 

“It so happened that the monstrous seismic event this time had created a crack in that solid rock wall. Chando (Zandar Kuntzu), chancing on this, had drawn near to examine it further. Now because he had an unusual and super-human hearing, he had detected the slight sound behind it. His curiosity aroused, he therefore secretly from then on, stole to the sight and began to forcefully enlarge the crack, to discover whatever, whoever it was, behind it. When the opening was large enough for him to peer in, he held up the light to it, and to his great surprise, discovered a beautiful damsel imprisoned beyond it. The immortal girl, Tekubzan, had of course, aged slowly and was now in earth years, in her mid-twenties.” 

“Chando worked diligently for months till eventually he could get through the opening to the other side. The beautiful creature in tattered clothing was frightened at first and besides, she had forgotten how to interact (relate) or more specifically, express herself by way of vernacular. But no words were necessary as he pitied her, and same time, was drawn to her. From then on, whenever he could, he stole away and visited her. They for a time used a made-up-sign-language for communication. Gradually, having gained her confidence, the two grew quite close. She recouped (recovered) her vernacular ability by this time and was able to tell him, her name (Tekubzan), and why she had been so unjustly, by the Elders of Karn, imprisoned all this time.”

04 A- TEKUBZAN AND CHANDO (ZONAR'S PARENTS)

“They spend two more blissful (delightful) months together and eventually fell deeply in love. His innate nature (character)being a rebel, Chando would not shy away from most taboos; but he was nevertheless reluctant to be too intimate with her, knowing that if he did, in consequence he might impregnate her. When the desire became too great to resist, thinking he had taken apt precautions, the two shared a most heavenly and cherished time together. Afterwards, he had given her his solemn word that he would return very soon and then, reluctantly left her.”

05 -CHANDOR-RELUCTANTLY LEAVES TEKUBZAN (4)jp

“But unforeseen circumstances prevented him for an exceptionally long time from re-visiting Tekubzan. When he finally could get away, he rushed to the forbidden place to present her the precious gifts and ask her to be his mate forever. He had decided also to rescue her from her prison and after the two had made good their escape from the mountain, they would live happily and in secret, forever in the mortal realm, preferably, in the most remote corner of the world. Unfortunately, what greeted him was a hart-wrenching tragedy.”

“Tekubzan was no where to be seen. Then he saw the signs of an intrusion and the evidence of grand scale devastation which revealed that there had been a spectacular battle, a dire struggle there, obviously, between Tekubzan and the evil perpetrator. In the end she had perished in the fire, as her charred remains had been found there in a heap. The offender, after the evil deed, had unfortunately clear gotten away, as there had been no residue or remains of him, left behind.”

06- THE CULPRIT

“She had successfully hidden her newborn twins (boy and girl) well before the fight however and even had managed to transfer great deal of her powers to the babies, whom she had named Zonar and Arnora (girl twin), for no harm had come to the infants. Unfortunately, this must have left her vulnerable, and far less able to thwart (offset, counter) the perpetrator’s assaults. You can well imagine Chando’s frustration, his ire (rage, fury), self-blame, then ultimately, his inconsolable grief, to have arrived there too late and well after it had been all over. Intrepid Tekubzan, anticipating his return had nevertheless managed to leave a (telepathic) message to him, therefore, drying up his tears and, following her instructions, he discovered the unharmed, hidden twins, his son, Zonar and daughter Arnora. And that’s how Zonar and Arnora had come into the world. For a long time, Chando stared at these little, precious beings who were his son and daughter! The babies, not identical twins, Zonar had his mother’s blazing red hair, while Arnora had Chando’s white blond hair; nevertheless, Zonar had his (Chando’s) eyes, but fortunately, the girl had his beloved’s nose and chin.” Chando could not take his eyes off his precious, poor, orphaned infants, which had waited for him, only heaven knows how long. They had lived because she had, after severing the umbilical cords, transferred major part of her life force to them. And then used still more of her power to conceal them. Chando shedding more tears, lovingly cradled his infant boy and girl in his arms and rocked them. After a long spell, eventually, reason took hold. He went over to the pile of ashes (which were her remains) and reverently bowed to his beloved and then remaining kneeling, said his prayers; to give her at least, some solace in afterlife. Chando, then desisting the new surging flood of tears, in resolute tone articulated (voiced) his solemn vow to take exceptionally diligent care of the twins.”

07 B- CHANDO MAKES SOLEMN WOW TO TEKUBZAN'S SPIRIT

“Tekubzan had purposely not disclosed the culprit’s identity that had attacked her and ultimately taken her life, for either she did not know the assailant or, that he was far too powerful; and she knowing Zandar would seek revenge and fearing for his safety, sought to protect him.”

“Zandar, remaining on his knees, however, in a resounding voice next had avowed: He would search Heaven and Earth to one day redress this grave injustice and duly avenge her.”

“Afterwards, for she’d also warned him that the evil perpetrator had been bent on destroying him and their offsprings, therefore, not to linger on and without delay fly to safety- Chando (Zandar Kuntzu), though reluctantly, had absconded the mountain along with Zonar and Arnora and permanently disappeared somewhere in the vast mortal world of Humans.”

 

(END OF SECTION 3)

 

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