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.”

02- WUSHING, THE MINISTER OF INTERIOR

“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. 

03- PRIME MINISTER MORVALD (19) JP

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.”

04- JURONGHAN ALRIC THERRAN VALAMIR JP (4)

"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.”

07-WUSHING, AS AN ENVOY

"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.”

08- PRIME MINISTER MORVALD

“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 - ON THE WAY TO THE CAPITAL - SECTION 25

Once outside, Frastos and Briac’s path led them hurriedly through bustling streets, intersections, and busy marketplaces.  Turning eventually into the side streets, then alleys followed winding pathways that skirted the more dangerous neighborhoods until they eventually halted before the awesome gate of Guzor Temple. 

01- FRASTOS - JP 10

Frastos with some effort pushed open the creaking bronze gate that was flanked by two giant (menacing looking, fierce) marble door Gods and then stepped aside to allow Briac to enter the temple grounds first. Once inside, Briac, with an uneasy, unapplicable feeling suddenly gripping his chest cavity (certain trepidation suddenly gripping his chest) halted his step (stayed his footing) and then with vigilant (wary) eyes surveyed the dilapidated, totally devoid of soul (empty, deserted) courtyard.  Suddenly, however, both Frastos and Briac had instantly found themselves facing an imposing veteran warrior (in his forties) wielding a cudgel; one who was far stronger and more agile than he let on, having manifested god knows from where, on the very scene.

"This area is forbidden to all."  He glared at Frastos and Briac with equal hostility, as he stood firm menacingly blocking their way.  "Trespassing is punishable by death.  Heed my advice and turn back at once then no harm shall befall you."

"Good sir, we are law abiding citizens."  Briac bowed gallantly, "Of course we shall do as you say."

"As soon as we are allowed to see the: “Plum blossoms that adorn the beauty passing under them."  Frastos hastily interjected (cut in).

The warrior narrowed his eyes and with the stern visage scrutinized (eyed) them both suspiciously for a brief spell; subsequently, a curious wry smile registering fleetingly on his lips, as he turned to address Frastos.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place," he ejected in his strong, husky voice, nodding.

His effort at being congenial clashed terribly with his fiery, hostile gaze.

02 - WARRIOR GUARD

"I suppose there is no harm in letting you take a peek.  Please follow me, gentlemen," with a gesture of his hand he led them to the interior.

"I must ask you to keep quiet next time.  Let me do the talking." Briac whispered, tugging on Frastos' sleeve as they were led in tow.

They had passed under several archways, had taken what seemed like a thousand turns, until they had lost all sense of direction.  After descending an endless set of stone stairs, they suddenly found themselves in a huge underground hall.  Brilliant frescoes adorned the walls.  Scenes depicted deities and sacrificial rites, so painfully detailed, so lifelike that both Briac and Frastos cringed visibly despite themselves.

 The warrior guard bade them wait in the center of this great hall then disappeared swiftly behind one of a set of six great doors.

He reemerged a moment later with ten stout armed men in tow who swiftly surrounded Briac and Frastos.  "What business do you say you have with us?" one, who looked to be their leader, stepped forward to demand.

Again, Frastos jumped in before Briac had the chance to speak, "I, Briac, have delivered here to you, sir, the scholar Fradel Rurik Korvald himself, for just and due elimination."  He pointed at Briac.

The blood in Briac's veins froze in fright.  Understanding the treachery, his face darkened in anger.

"You…"  Before Briac had the chance to utter another word, however, all ten stepped forward towards him and, in a choreographed dance of steel, instantly cut him down to pieces, right where he stood, he was dead before he could have another intake of breath (or exhale).

When it was promptly over, "We thank you." their leader bowed to Frastos.

03- LEADER

 "We've been monitoring your advance closely since the checkpoint at Zakoz and were on the point of launching a fool proof assault tonight.  Now, instead, we will feast to our easy success since you so brilliantly spared us the trouble.  I hope that you will enlighten us during our celebrations on how you successfully lured Fradel Rurik Korvald away from captain Zunrogo's protective custody and delivered him right into our lair.”

Frastos had, in fact, hoped to leave immediately but he could see no way out.

He graciously consented, though he knew that this meant his life would be forfeited.  He had, however, accepted this assignment despite the likelihood of this very outcome, so he trailed the Chief through the six great doors to the banquet hall where the feast was to be held in his honor.

He was quickly ushered to a seat next to the Chief, which was a mark of privilege and, an apt tribute for his rendered service tonight. The table was already set with mountain of meat, all kinds of local delicacies, towering exotic fruit and countless jugs and cups, all filled to the brim with variety of alcoholic brew (beverages).

04- FRASTOS - JP 09

 Frastos ate his fill and drank merrily; knowing that soon the news of the captain and two guards booking passage then sailing off on a riverboat would reach them and expose his deception.  By then, however, Fradel Rurik Korvald would be safely away from their murderous reach, and he would have done his duty.  All he could hope for now was an honorable and glorious, swift death. Looking around him, he sized up the opposition and contemplated which ones he could dispatch into the nether world before his own fatality.

An unseen eye of a Kozur affiliate (cloaked in dark attire), known as simply Tenzo, perched on a roof, however, carefully studied this courageous youth that had been so callously sacrificed by Captain Zunrogo. Kozurs could use such a valiant, highly skilled warrior; in fact, Frastos had been for some time now under their radar, a surveillance, and owing to the favorable report, Tenzo had already sent a message (written word through carrier pigeon) requesting backup, for his planned rescue. Hidden by the shadows, he now waited for the apt opportunity, as he contemplated on the steps he would take, for that successful execution of his most daring plan.

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 “It’s inconceivable but, owing to the Xekor Festival, every boat in the harbor has been booked solid.  Even so, Tizan, capably found an official dispatch boat returning to Kenzor port and having settled the amount of the fare, has booked us a joint passage on this craft." Zunrogo succinctly informed Fradel, as they hastened towards the bustling harbor.

Making every effort to be congenial, he smiled, "The inconvenience will be for a short duration only. Once in Kenzor we stand a better chance at obtaining swifter, more suitable transportation to Channing.  Taking this roundabout route may also deter any pursuit from those who wish us harm."

"What about Frastos and Briac; are they to be left behind?” Fradel (Nevetsecnuac) inquired. 

“Their services are no longer required?"  The captain ejected curtly.

Fradel looked away uneasily, "Briac I understand, but Frastos?"

Zunrogo had ceased to be surprised by Fradel's keen insight.  "It could not be helped." He said coldly, keeping up the fast pace.

"At least Frastos witnessed the ten thousand cuts on…" Tizan, walking on Fradel's other side, had started to say when he was abruptly silenced by an icy glare from Zunrogo.

Still that partial phrase had been enough for Fradel (Nevetsecnuac) to grasp the unhappy outcome.

06-NEVETSECNUAC  JP 3

“So, that had been the fate of the traitor, Briac?  But what of Frastos; had he been sacrificed merely to give them this small leeway?”  Fradel (Nevetsecnuac) was dismayed by the thought. Though he had little to do with Frastos, since the time at the first Inn where they had made eye contact through the hole in the tapestry, he was, nevertheless, being a good judge of man's character, had deemed Frastos as an upright, courageous and a loyal subordinate, yet his death obviously mattered so little to Zunrogo and Tizan. 

“What kind of hardhearted monsters are you?”  Nevetsecnuac (Fradel) stole a discreet, contemptuous look at them both.

Zunrogo grinned coolly and looked away as if he’d just then read Fradel’s mind.

                                                                             ~

 

(END OF SECTION 25)                                                                 

 

 LEGEND OF NEVETSECNUAC- ON THE WAY TO THE CAPITAL - SECTION 17

The ensuing days and nights the relentless journey passed in much the same way: during daylight hours riding as hard as the mare's endurance would allow it and, stopping briefly at nightfall, in some secluded safe spot (away from the main highway), to allow the animal to recoup part of her spent strength.

Eventually on the fifth day, the road ahead merged with the new major trading route that accordingly (according to general hearsay), would be winding its way alongside the river leading to, at some point, to the bustling trading post.

01- NEVETSECNUAC

When at dusk, Nevetsecnuac’s sharp eyes spotted the beginnings of habitation in yonder (in the far distance); he halted the mare’s gallop and paused briefly to ponder whether it was time for him now to revert to his scholarly disguise.

 Concluding in the end that assuming Fradel Rurik Korvald's identity was more appropriate, despite the traps that may lie- in- wait on the road ahead, Nevetsecnuac steered the horse away from the road and, in a perfectly (hidden) secluded spot, clad himself once more in the poet's finery.

Just as he was about to discard the (bundled up) hunting clothes into a deep crevice, his eyes suddenly caught the jutting head of the miniature key, previously given to him in the pit by the tortured skeleton.

Pulling it out, he examined the item more intently (carefully) in daylight, before returning it to his inner pocket and resuming his journey.

Along the way Nevetsecnuac cogitated (deliberated) on how the metal of the miniature key had been sturdy and, strangely, shared certain similar properties, same texture, sheen, and resiliency, with the sword Zonar, at the start of their combat, had given him (furnished him with) for his use. 

Nevetsecnuac further mulled over (nominated) on, those precious small jewels all inset (inlaid) into the stem and around three cursive pictographs, a rare feat, so ingeniously crafted (worked) into the metal. 

His focus suddenly straying (drifting), “Zonar?" he abruptly queried.

"Your presence has been sorely missed.  When and where, I wonder, will our next destined encounter be?"  His lone cry, left unchallenged, resounded in the thin air, losing itself in the whisper of the wind rippling through the hills.

“Indeed, in a strange way he’d missed his most formidable adversary.”

Nevetsecnuac’s thoughts veered, this time, to his recent hallucination and he questioned yet again whether it was a premonition of the future after all.

 “Would the invincible warrior Zonar, really bring about my premature doom?” 

An inexplicable shudder passed through Nevetsecnuac just then, as the cryptic, cold hand of Death tapped his shoulder.  Despite it all, however, he still felt an absence of malice or disdain towards Zonar.

 “Perhaps that is where my own weakness lies?”

When rider and mount halted for a brief respite, Nevetsecnuac’s attention reverting on the miniature key, he pulled it out and studied those three cursive pictographs that had been worked into the metal.

They were unlike any he had seen or studied.

Unable to decipher their meaning, he decided to postpone solving it till later and quickly secured the key back this time, in his luggage.  He then in one fluid motion mounted the horse and in keeping with the pretense of Fradel Rurik Korvald, picked up the reins in the fastidious manner of a casual rider rather than his usual, expert grip.

Carrying the ornate crop that fashionable scholars used, he quickly spurred the horse back onto the road.  This time, however, he kept the horse's speed more moderate and, in keeping with the disguise, he allowed his rudiment traits (mannerisms, characteristics) merge in conformity with Fradel Rurik Korval’s.

Be that as it may, a sudden query (inquiry) prayed on Nevetsecnuac mind, a deep concern on how his sworn brother was faring in his own journey towards the mountain home where Lord Asger Thuxur Marrog Zhon and Teuquob awaited.

Nevetsecnuac understood that once Fradel had appraised them of the current political situation, so vastly different from the fictitious one by Heng Erling, and consequently, the amended goal; they would be despondent, comprehending (grasping) that he (Nevetsecnuac) would, forever be lost to them.

 Unbidden, Nevetsecnuac shed a silent tear, his soul now torn at their imagined, inevitable, inconsolable grief.  A Gut-wrenching sadness gripped his heart further, knowing he would miss out on seeing (his identical twins,) his son Alric Svein (boy) and daughter Lueling (girl), grow up.

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The journey thus far had been long and arduous, yet these rigors paled in comparison to the impending difficulties that lay ahead.  The Capital Province Holger, with all its rigid rules, regulations and stirring of the political soup made Nevetsecnuac a bit uneasy at first, but as he had been preparing for this eventuality all his life, he remained fully confident in meeting these challenges.  And for now, passing as the esteemed scholar Fradel Rurik Korvald presented the least problem of all.

Suddenly, Nevetsecnuac was rudely awakened from his hopeful reverie by the vociferous sounds of gambling, vigorous gaiety and strident music emanating from a string of inns lining the road up ahead.  The savory smells of every imaginable kind of dish assailed his nostrils, and he became aware for the first time that day of his empty stomach.  Reflecting, he realized that he had neglected to eat since the day before yesterday.

Dusk was falling once more, and he finally succumbed to the strong yearning within him for a warm bath and a cooked meal.

Halting the mare in front of the sixth inn by the side of the road, the most modest and respectable looking one of the lots, Nevetsecnuac dismounted and handed the horse's reins to the eager young stable hand.  Another page boy ran up as he dismounted and scooped up the baggage Nevetsecnuac had already tossed down.  Pausing for a moment Nevetsecnuac watched the stable boy gently handling the horse and leading the mare to the stables out back, then quickly mounted the marble steps (stairs) that led up to the posh (well-constructed) ebony door of the Inn, with the page burdened with the luggage following (trailing) close behind.

Nevetsecnuac was politely greeted by a dignified, rather young-looking, tall, lean, stern-faced proprietor seated at the makeshift desk. The original desk, Nevetsecnuac was to learn later on, had been badly damaged the previous night, casualty of an unprecedented brawl (fight, scuffle) between the two members of a rival faction, and was taken away for prompt repairs.  

02-  PROPRIETOR KJELD ROSKO

The proprietor had keen (intense), intelligent eyes, which its scrutiny penetrated deep within one’s soul. Rising to his feet at once, he’d approached the scholar, and with a slight bow of the head had introducing himself as Kjeld Rosko, the humble proprietor of that establishment, then courteously ushered the obviously distinguished scholar (Nevetsecnuac), to a comfortable seat by the makeshift registry desk.

Nevetsecnuac was first offered a complimentary cup of fragrant tea and asked if he would like some delectable tartlet to go with it.  Before Nevetsecnuac had a chance to reply, however, a shapely maid had brought in a tray bearing the steaming pot (of more tea) and some colorful, fluffy pastries. As Nevetsecnuac politely nodded and reached for the offered cup, the proprietor Kjeld Rosko, assuming his businesslike persona, steered around the table/desk and, fetching the elaborately bound registry book from the drawer, he opened it to a specific page.  After picking up the writing brush from its stand and loading it with ink, his eyes lightly trailed down the list of names on the parchment page to the last entry.

Smiling, Kjeld Rosko (the innkeeper) then looked up to pleasantly inquire after his honorable guest's name, his intended length of stay and his immediate and long-term requirements.

"Tonng Yennik." Nevetsecnuac, wishing to escape the scrutiny and unwarranted attention that the name of Fradel Rurik Korvald would attract, without the least change in his serene, but firm countenance, responded.  As Nevetsecnuac was dictating his other requirements his eye, covertly turned towards the crowded dining hall, where he caught sight of a singular stranger, armed with a finely made broadsword under his tailored garments, taking his evening meal in the company of two stout guards.

The stranger, though seated in a far corner, cut such an imposing figure that everyone in the hall was obviously ill at ease with his presence there.  A slight look of displeasure, after sampling (nibbling) one of the morsels, immediately unleashed, a fit of rage and hurling abuses from the guard on the left, directed at the manager who, in turn, red-faced, berated the hapless waiter who appeared to be laboring for breath from fright, but before he could pass out cold, he’d been perfunctorily dismissed.  On a signal from the manager, the more efficient, seasoned staff burst into the scene to fawn (toady, grovel) and to serve on the demanding two.

Kjeld Rosko momentarily distracted by this, his face twitched failing to hide his irritation and suppressed hostility, but only for a spell; the expression in his blue eyes now unreadable, he sported (wore) for a time a wry (sardonic) grin, as he followed the ongoing  frenzied activity to appease the occupants of that table in the dining hall.  Subsequently, turning away, he barked at the page (more like a snap command) to take the guest’s luggage on up to the available room at once then, hastened to complete his business with scholar Tonng Yennic.

03- KJELD ROSKO

In the midst of all that mayhem, the stranger’s eyes had briefly, with a cold, callous air swept the room, totally disregarding the ruckus (commotion) the guard on his left hand instigated (set off); then, purposefully averting Nevetsecnuac’s gaze, he indifferently resumed his stern conversation with the bearded one on his right.

 “Who are you that you should warrant such fear?”  Nevetsecnuac mused, as he stole an impassive glance at the stranger. 

The moment Nevetsecnuac was anew engaged by the proprietor Kjeld Rosko, however, the stranger reverted his cold, piercing eyes with a calculating gleam back on Nevetsecnuac to study him more intently.  His obvious subordinate, the keen bearded companion, becoming aware of this, abruptly fell silent and turned slightly in the same direction to see Nevetsecnuac then, reverted (turned) his questioning gaze back on the latter.

Nevetsecnuac, from the corner of his eye, astutely observed how the bearded one receiving some silent instructions inclined his head towards the lobby and nodded to some unseen person.

“Now the trap will be set.”  Nevetsecnuac tad (smidgen), amused, nonchalant, at his leisure rose and followed the innkeeper and his assistant Rodny (who’s rigid demeanor was more akin to a bodyguard) up the stairs.

The subtle exchange, Kjeld Rosko catching the stranger's eye in passing and, giving the other a terse, obsequious nod, was of course shrewdly noted by Nevetsecnuac. Stifling a chortle, midway up the stairs he (Nevetsecnuac) turned and halted, boldly looking back at the stranger, giving him a complete once over.

“Who are you, really,” Nevetsecnuac intrepidly mused.

And when Nevetsecnuac’s eye caught the dour glower (stern scowl) of the bearded guard, he simply grimaced wryly and, undaunted, turned to continue following Kjeld Rosko and his assistant Rodny, to the top of the stairs.

The proprietor Kjeld Rosko observing scholar’s audacious (risky) demeanor, his face for a spell had turned ashen, but of course, he had quickly masked his dread and, from then on with a glint of admiration in his pupils, he’d covertly scrutinized this unusual scholar, while he hastened his steps towards the assigned room. Finally, at the end of the long hall Nevetsecnuac was solicitously ushered into an airy, comfortable room.

“Lavish decorations,” Nevetsecnuac noted after a cursory glance, “far too lavish, in fact.”

 A frown appeared on his face, and he shook his head, "This will not do!"

"But sir, it’s the best room we have, the most luxurious one at this Inn." Suppressing his fury, Kjeld Rosko reticently (reservedly, warily) protested.  Clearly, he had not anticipated the objection.  His assistant standing rigidly on the side, looking aghast and tongue-tied, wrung his hands as he nervously searched his brain for more persuasive words, to assist his boss in this.

Nevetsecnuac disdainfully walked past both, to stand before a magnificent tapestry hanging over the far wall.  His stern eyes surveyed the fine stitching until they pointedly rested on a miniature hole concealed by the design, and he grimaced coldly.

On the other side the spy blanched and instinctively recoiled with a jerk, fearing he had been found out.  Then, acknowledging that that was impossible, he pressed a single eye back to the portal only to meet Nevetsecnuac's cold stare once more.  Excitement and fear coursed through his veins as he shuddered anew, filled with apprehension.

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Nevetsecnuac, however, smiled sourly and half turned to address the inwardly seething Kjeld Rosko.

"Are you daft or hard of hearing; I said, this room is unsatisfactory. “He said crossly (irately) then softening his tone, explained. “For one thing, it’s too drafty," he shot a glance back at the tapestry, "for another, I prefer the western exposure.  Perhaps I've neglected to inform you of these particular requirements."

"Please, reexamine facts sir and reconsider," Kjeld Rosko clenched his right fist, hidden behind his back, as his assistant, now tongue-tied, clamoring for an apt excuse.  "If I may be candid with you, the rooms facing west are all occupied.  Besides that, they are all second rate and decidedly draftier."  Kjeld said in a placating tone, though he held his hard gaze on the arrogant scholar, "Won't you reassess?  I'll do everything in my power to make your stay here most pleasant and comfortable.  This is truly our finest room, as befits one of your ‘stature, sir.  I assure you that, even if another room becomes available, it will fall considerably short of the luxury you see here."

"Look here," Nevetsecnuac cut him short with a curt gesture of his hand, "if you don't have the means to accommodate me as I wish, then I strongly suggest that you stop wasting my time.  Have my horse brought round at once!"  Feigning anger, he made to leave, pushing past Kjeld Rosko.

"What's all the commotion about?"  The bearded guard from the dining hall suddenly appeared in the hall.

"Sir, this is a private matter.  Your rude intrusion is not appreciated."  Nevetsecnuac glared at the guard provocatively.

“What business is this of yours?  Get lost!” his stern look plainly said.

Obviously unused to this kind of treatment, the guard looked sharply at Nevetsecnuac, his hand gliding over to rest threateningly at the hilt of his sheathed sword, and his polite smile instantly turned into an icy scowl of hatred.

 Any other would have been wasted for a mere cross look, let alone such a rebuke!

“Have you not the slightest idea whom you are addressing?” his eyes narrowed, as he glared venomously (furiously), the threat implicit in his silence.

“So,” Nevetsecnuac mused, “you've had orders not to molest (assault, abuse, mistreat) me; interesting!”

 In keeping with a scholar's arrogance, Nevetsecnuac was about to haughtily rebuff the restrained bully further, when Kjeld Rosko, with unusual agility, rushed past Tonng Yennik (Nevetsecnuac).

Eyes hard with steel determination, the resilient (tough and flexible) proprietor, nevertheless, bowed low to the guard.

"I apologize profusely, sir, for your trouble.  I apologize to you both."  Kjeld Rosko turned and bowed low also, to Tonng Yennik.  Despite his outward show of submission, he quaked in rage, inwardly. Nevetsecnuac was secretly impressed with Kjeld Rosko’s admirable stoical (tolerant, forbearing) nature.

"It’s just a slight misunderstanding, that's all."  Shifting his sham (pretend), nervous gaze back and forth between the guard and Tonng Yennik, he dabbed at the supposed perspiration on his mustache, with his handkerchief.  "The gentleman wishes to have another room.  I was just about to accommodate his wishes."

“It sounds like you're asking his permission, innkeeper!” Nevetsecnuac questioningly looked at Kjeld Rosko.

The guard's face, meanwhile, had crinkled in momentary disgust as, clenching his fist, he let the built-up anger drain slowly from him.  After a scornful laugh he averted Tonng Yennik's eyes and gave the briefest of nods.

 "I apologize for the intrusion."  Without another word, he briskly turned and left.

Kjeld Rosko was relieved that the volatile situation had been averted; after a furtive glance at the retreating guard, he politely turned to address the scholar: "Please, for the time being, make yourself comfortable here; I'll go and make all the specific arrangements at once." Attaining a nod of concurrence from Tonng Yennik, he exhaled deeply, bowed low once more, then hastily withdrew.

“What dramatics!” Nevetsecnuac shook his head after the proprietor.

 “It had not been his intention to be so hard on Kjeld Rosko.  He was only testing the waters to see how far they would go to keep him here.  But why have they made no contact yet?  What were they waiting for?”  Nevetsecnuac had already formed his own opinion on the singular stranger's role in all this or, at least, who it was that had ordered his accommodation here.  Nevetsecnuac had set the wheel in motion, forced their hands but, until the inevitable meeting which, he was certain, would transpire later that night, there was little left now for him to do.  With a shrug of his shoulders, he strolled to the far end of the room and stood in front of the window, thoughtfully staring out at the view.  The miniature gardens, with their man-made mountains and creeks, the snaking pathways bordered by elaborate lattices seemed to be pure ostentation. 

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The shallowness of it all rather disgusted him.  “Only those who only experienced nature at second hand could find the tiny landscape appealing,” he concluded.  He disdainfully pursed his lips then turned away from the window, his mind returning to the stranger and his guards.

“I foiled their immediate plans and forced them into an alternate course.  Next, I'll appear agreeable, but not too much so.  Why should I make things too easy for them?”  His eyes once more surveyed the room.

“I wonder where the trap door is.”  Deducing (figuring out) the most likely spot, he walked over and tapped lightly, so as not to alert any guard concealed within.  Satisfied with the result, he turned back and sat down by the fireplace.

Short time later Kjeld returned somewhat panting (winded, breathless) and with flushed (red) face, for he had to oversee a lot of details and alter or shift the carefully devised plans and traps that had been in place for nearly a month.  After apologizing profusely to Tonng Yennik for the inconvenience and the slight delay he declared, with a certain satisfaction, that the room fitting his precise specifications had now been made ready for his perusal. Kjeld Rosko then, graciously inclined his head and invited Tonng Yennik to follow him.  As they were leaving, Kjeld turned and bayed at his underling Rodney, to; at once move the gentleman's baggage to the “Room Twelve”.

Down the hall, they came across a disgruntled merchant, hair disheveled and clothes akimbo, being hastily, unceremoniously deposited into a new room.  Too angry, or perhaps too frightened, to articulate his feelings, he glared furiously at Kjeld Rosko then stole a scornful glance at Tonng Yennik, before going in and pointedly slamming the door in their faces as they passed.

Feigning incomprehension, Nevetsecnuac raised an eyebrow at the innkeeper.  The apologetic Kjeld nervously rushed to give some lame excuse for the merchant's rude behavior, glancing fearfully at the cracked door to his left as he spoke.  Then, with polite rhetoric (pomposity), he motioned to the room on the right and, inclining his head slightly, ushered Tonng Yennik into the hastily prepared Room Twelve.

"Is this room more to your satisfaction, sir?  Does it meet with your approval?"  Kjeld’s deep etched lines on his face, tell-tale-signs of fret, creased further with impatience as he, waited for an answer.

"Hmm… It will do." Nevetsecnuac responded, after a brief perusal.  Walking over to the far corner, he sunk into a comfortable chair by the mantle.

 “Odd,” Nevetsecnuac noted the recently disturbed dust floating in the air; “this room had not been used for some time.  It obviously wasn't my needs that dislodged that merchant.”

Highly pleased and, showing no inclination to leave Kjeld, meanwhile, had walked up to the tray bearing a teapot and cups and, turning, graciously offered his guest a seething cup of fragrant tea. Receiving a negative response, he next, on the pretext of showing the amenities of the room and how it accorded with his guest's instructions, prodded Tonng Yennik discreetly, so he thought, for more information, his background, destination, and the nature of his business in the Capital.

With a seemingly agreeable disposition, Nevetsecnuac provided him with only the minimum of harmless information, just enough to satisfy Kjeld's curiosity.  Then, feigning distraction, inquired pointedly after the stranger with the broadsword whom he had seen earlier in the dining hall.

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The shock, which Kjeld Rosko so miserably failed to mask and, his subsequent, evasive answers, piqued Nevetsecnuac’s curiosity.  Nevertheless, for the time being, he decided to simply let it pass.

To Kjeld’s relief just then, an underling after knocking poked his head in and hastily offered his apologies for the intrusion; he next, happily announced that the provisions for the bath had been made ready in the bathing hall.

"A communal bath," Tonng Yennik, his face showing obvious signs of displeasure, derisively asked.

"Why, of course." Kjeld with a profligate grin, explained.  "And you’ll be attended by rare, exquisite beauties of either gender, depending on your preference of course. We have become quite famous for our bathing facilities here ever since we found the means to channel the nearby hot springs in an unlimited supply.  Sir, you are quite fortunate that you have come at this time before high Season.  Winter is our busiest time, and nearly all our rooms are reserved far in advance by gentry from near and far.  Oh, but I'm keeping you from your enjoyment of your bath."  Seizing this opportunity, Kjeld Rosko beat a hasty retreat.

“Yes, hasten forth and report your findings to that stranger.  I'm sure he will be impressed by the uselessness of your observations,” Nevetsecnuac thought as the Innkeeper departed.

“I’m in need of a bath, “Nevetsecnuac reflected, “but only that and nothing else.”

Before he left the room however, Nevetsecnuac took the precautionary measure of concealing his identity papers in a supposed, secure place.  Locking the door after him, he swiftly traversed the long hallway and descended the stairs, following the painted images of a man in a tub down to the bathing chamber.

 

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(END OF SECTION 17)