They rode down the hill, followed by the ten Hawk Clan guards who had accompanied Eskkar all the way from Akkad. The lookout guard saw their approach, and raised a shout that must have carried halfway up the valley. In moments, six bowmen appeared from behind the wall, readying their weapons efficiently and taking their stations without anyone shouting orders at them.
Eskkar grunted in approval. The camp"s discipline appeared sound. By the time he and Grond reached the gate, the guards had already unstrung their bows and waved them in greeting. Hathor arrived to join those standing by the gate, hands on his hips, waiting for them.
"Welcome to Horse Valley, Lord Eskkar." Hathor had a grin on his face. "And good to see you again, Grond."
Eskkar swung down from the horse, and the two men clasped each other"s arms. "I"m glad I decided to come. It looks like you"ve built a village here since the last time I was here."
Hathor glanced around and shrugged. "This is nothing. Wait until you see the training ground. Come, I"ve much to tell you." He called for his horse, and a soldier brought out a fine brown stallion. "Follow me." He put his heels to the horse and cantered up into the valley.
Eskkar mounted and rode beside him. Beyond the horse pens the valley curved, and he saw another, much smaller wall blocking a cleft into the valley"s walls.
"That"s where the Ur Nammu keep their animals." Hathor gestured with his hand. "They camp there at night. The masons built it for them in three days."
Halfway up the valley, Hathor halted. A long house had been built here, along with another corral filled with ten or more horses. "This is where my commanders and trainers sleep. We"ll stay here tonight. That will give me time to order up a feast in your honor, and prepare the men for tomorrow. Too late in the day to start a goat roasting, but we have some chickens, enough to make a good stew. We"ll save the goat to celebrate another day."
Eskkar glanced up the valley. In the distance, he saw a small herd of horses roaming free. "A feast? Trella told me you were starving up here."
"Well, we were for the first month. Now we"ve plenty of food, and ale, too, for that matter. Grain, chickens, vegetables, everything we need comes from Bisitun. As the women arrived, they started building ovens, and now they bake bread, dozens of loaves each day. More than enough for everyone. We started giving some to the Ur Nammu, and they started bringing game into camp at day"s end. So everyone is eating well."
"How many men do you have up here?"
Hathor had to stop and think. "About two hundred men, and another hundred women and children. You"ll see most of them here tonight. When we heard you were arriving in a few days, the first two companies of cavalry had just finished the first part of their training. So I promised everyone a feast in your honor. They"ll all want to see and hear their king."
That meant another speech. Still, Hathor and the others had made remarkable progress establishing the training camp. Eskkar hadn"t expected any of the soldiers to have completed their training this soon, so they deserved at least a few words of praise. Unlike the steppe warriors who started riding as small children held in their fathers" arms, many villagers knew little about horses. For them, learning to ride and fight from the back of a racing animal meant overcoming their fears, real enough considering the size and speed of a horse.
By the time Eskkar, Grond and his guards took care of their horses and washed off the dust of their journey in the stream, the preparations for the feast were well under way. Soldiers carried armfuls of wood and started new campfires. Women and children crowded about, as curious to see the man who ruled their lands as to do the cooking. Two grinning soldiers dispensed and guarded the ale supply, but provided each man and woman with at least a cup of ale. Eskkar guessed that a few soldiers would be drunk before dark.
Everyone wanted to talk to the king. Every soldier, every recruit, found some excuse to visit Hathor"s little camp. Even the laborers and craftsmen soon heard about Eskkar"s presence and joined the crowd. Children, some barely able to walk, wandered over to stare in open-mouthed silence at the dark-haired man, though most soon decided that the tall and somber figure looked no different from any other man, and they wandered off to play their games.
Many people brought their own food with them, content to sit on the gra.s.s as close to Eskkar and his companions as they could get. He wanted to talk to Hathor, to learn what progress had been made, but it proved impossible. When Fashod, Chinua and four other smiling Ur Nammu warriors joined them, a shout of welcome rose up. Eskkar had never seen or heard anything like that before, villagers cheering barbarians. He still felt it odd that excited people often shouted out his own name.
With a smile, Eskkar forced himself to relax. The feast would have to come first, and from the looks of the ale being poured, it would go on for some time.
In the morning, Eskkar"s head throbbed with pain. He"d eaten too much food, drunk too much ale, and in general behaved more like a half-drunken warrior than a king. Now he stood outside, p.i.s.sing on the rocks that lay scattered behind the house and sighing in relief. The ground in front of the house had been trampled flat, but at least none of Hathor"s men lay there in a stupor. The Egyptian had seen to that, making sure everyone got a few cups of ale but no more. By now every man, aching head or not, had returned to his station.
When Eskkar walked back into the house, he found Grond waiting, holding a cup of water that contained only a splash of ale.
Eskkar drank it down without pausing. It helped, but it took a second cup to quench his thirst and ease the pounding in his head.
"Grab some bread, Captain," Grond suggested. "Hathor"s waiting with his commanders."
Eskkar clenched his jaw. More embarra.s.sment. They had let him sleep while others had gotten up at dawn and gone about their business. Yesterday"s ride to the valley had been long and tiring, but probably no worse than the day"s training many of the men had undergone. No doubt everyone believed he was getting old and needed his rest.
The gloomy thought darkened his brow, and he followed Grond out to the side of the house, where Hathor had set up his command post.
The Egyptian greeted them. His face had resumed its somber look. Now that Eskkar thought about it, last night was the first time he"d ever seen Hathor laughing or even smiling so much.
He motioned for Eskkar to sit on the ground beside him, and Grond took his station just slightly behind his king. Instead of the usual circle, seven subcommanders faced their leaders, and one look at the ground explained that arrangement. A rough model of the valley had been dug into dirt, showing the long valley, the horse pens, and the training grounds.
"We"ll start here, Lord Eskkar," Hathor began. "After we explain what we"ve done, we"ll inspect the training grounds, and my commanders will give you a demonstration of their men"s horsemanship."
"Good." Eskkar tried not to sound impatient, though he wanted to see the recruits in action, not stare at the dirt. Still, one had to begin somewhere.
"I"ll start with the horses," Hathor began. "The Ur Nammu still break most of them, but a few of my best riders have started helping them with that. It"s a difficult task. The men get thrown, stepped on, and one particularly clumsy fool managed to break his arm."
Eskkar realized that one of the men facing him had his left arm in a sling. A few of Hathor"s commanders chuckled at the remark, and Eskkar saw the sheepish look of the man with the injured arm. Eskkar nodded in sympathy. Such accidents happened to everyone sooner or later. Men were thrown or fell from the horse, stepped on, sc.r.a.ped against trees and shrubs, and even bitten. Horses that would charge full speed into a battle might take fright at a blowing bush and either bolt or start bucking. Any such sudden motion could launch their unsuspecting rider through the air. And, of course, these things usually happened just when you thought you had the animal under your control.
"Once the animal can be ridden," Hathor continued, "we spend most of the morning riding them around the valley and the nearby hills, getting horse and rider used to each other. The Ur Nammu showed us their way of caring for their mounts, so now each rider cleans, grooms and feeds his own horse. We even have a few extra mounts for the trainers. We rest the animals during midday, to save them from the heat, while the men train with swords, knives, lances and bows. We don"t have enough bows to go around, but the bowyers in Bisitun are working as fast as they can, and the Ur Nammu have contributed a few more every time they return from their main camp. We"ve a good supply of lances already."
"Can our men handle the bow while they ride?" Eskkar had worried about this since he first envisioned using cavalry much the same way as the barbarians did to charge their enemy, loosing shafts as they rode, before wheeling off and forming up for another attack. If fifty men launched five or six arrows during each charge, that meant close to three hundred arrows raining down on the enemy force, with very little opportunity for them to shoot back. Barbarians considered this their most important tactic, especially when used against dirt-eaters or, in the case of Sumeria, ma.s.sed infantry.
"We"ve less than twenty men learning to use that weapon, and their progress is slow," Hathor admitted. "But they"re improving, and I think it can be done, at least for some of the younger and better riders. We"ll have to see, but their Ur Nammu teachers expressed satisfaction with their progress. Those who can"t are taught how to throw a lance. That"s difficult enough to do from horseback, but some of our men are getting good at it."
Barbarians such as the Ur Nammu learned to ride and shoot from a horse"s back almost from birth. Eskkar understood that villagers would never achieve a steppe warrior"s level of skill in a few months, if ever. He knew he could not do it himself. His training with the clan had been interrupted before he had a chance to master the bow from the back of a horse. Not that he would ever have been very proficient. Eskkar was too tall to be a good archer from horseback, and his large hands lacked the dexterity needed to draw and nock an arrow while riding at a dead run.
"If using a bow can"t be done, Hathor, don"t waste the men"s time. I"d rather have a good rider flinging a lance and swinging a sword than a poor archer fumbling with a bow."
A lance usually not any taller than a man made for a deadly weapon when thrown from the back of a charging horse. With the speed of the animal to add strength to the rider"s arm, a flung lance could pa.s.s right through a man"s body or impale a horse. In the last few months, Eskkar had spent quite a bit of time practicing with that weapon. Since he knew he could never shoot a bow on the run, the lance gave him the best weapon to strike an enemy at a distance.
"We have many months before we have to make that decision," Hathor replied. "And you"re right, not many will be able to master that kind of archery. Right now the main thing is to teach the men how to ride and fight from horseback. Learning to ride well is a difficult and painful task that takes months to master. We"ve had two men killed so far, and lost a few horses to broken legs. Both men had their necks broken after being thrown. Now as soon as we think a man won"t make a good rider, we stop his training. No need to waste men or horses. And I"ve had to send back a few men, those who couldn"t control themselves or the horse while swinging a sword.
More than a few. Eskkar had heard the reports of those who couldn"t master the needed skills. Still, the numbers were fewer than he"d expected. Not everyone had the strength in their legs and back that enabled them to keep their seat while guiding a galloping horse across rough ground with one hand, and swinging a sword with the other.
Just as important was each rider"s sense of balance. A man needed to know how and when to lean forward or to the side, how to move with the animal. Striking with a sword required plenty of balancing ability. Otherwise the rider would crash to the earth with the first blow. To use a bow from a fast-moving horse required even more balance, since you needed two hands to use the bow. And you still had to guide the horse with your legs, voice, and the halter, while s.n.a.t.c.hing another arrow from the quiver and fitting it to the bowstring, another task that took plenty of practice. Hand and leg movements had to guide the horse with precision, while the rider kept his balance with the animal racing beneath him.
Hathor waited a moment, then continued. "To train so many horses at the same time requires plenty of work. Like their riders, some horses, even after they"re broken, aren"t meant for warfare. Almost all of the horses we select are about thirteen to fourteen hands high, which gives them the size and bulk needed to carry a man and his weapons. Still, some taller animals don"t have the endurance, and a few smaller ones do as well as their taller brethren, though we make sure those mounts are matched with a small rider."
Every barbarian, including Eskkar, preferred to ride his largest and strongest horse into battle. "And the Ur Nammu have found enough horses of that size to bring to us?"
"Yes. Subutai has his men out riding all the way to the steppes, to gather more wild stock.
"At least those animals will know how to fight. Unlike the tame horses raised in the villagers" corrals."
A horse raised in the wild could be a fearful fighter. Life in the herd involved biting, kicking and banging into other horses. Stallions fought and often killed to protect their mares, and the mares fought to protect their colts. Those same instincts made for a good warhorse.
As the sun rose higher in the morning sky, Hathor explained the rest of his training procedures, stopping often to answer Eskkar"s questions. Twice, Hathor turned to one or another of his commanders for a more precise answer. By then Eskkar knew all their names and responsibilities.
"Now I think it"s time to inspect the horses, Captain. And while we"re doing that, my men will prepare for the demonstration. We"re going to have two forces charge each other, so you can see how they ride and how they fight."
Eskkar climbed to his feet. His head had cleared, and he felt rested and refreshed. It would be good to feel a horse between his knees again. "Come on, Grond. Let"s see what these men can do."
"They can ride, Captain," Hathor a.s.sured him. "And I think they"ll fight well when the time comes."
"Then my trip was well worth the effort. After your commanders have finished, I"d like to ride with your men and take some practice with a lance. I don"t always get enough time in Akkad."
Hathor nodded. "Then I"ll join you, if I may. We can hurl a few dozen lances and see how many targets we can hit. And since I saw you practicing your swordsmanship with a lance in your left hand, I"ve been doing it myself."
"I learned that from Gatus. He has his infantry using their spears in all manner of ways. You never know when it might come in handy to have a second weapon."
"Let"s hope we never need it in a battle," Hathor said. "But always better to prepare for trouble than be caught by surprise."
33.
Shulgi lay back in the comfortable bed, enjoying the feel of the soft cloth against his naked body. The chatter of birds floated through the window, as well as the fainter sounds of Sumer"s inhabitants bustling about their morning business. Dawn had risen some time ago, but no one would disturb the warrior king of Sumer in his bedchamber. All the city"s inhabitants envied their king his good fortune to have the voluptuous Queen Kushanna in his bed, no matter what they might think about her strict rule over their lives. Brother and sister had brought peace and a measure of prosperity to the city, and few even remembered their father, dead now for over a year. The rumors that Eridu had died at his son"s hand had faded from memory.
Three months had pa.s.sed since Shulgi"s last return to Sumer. In all that time he"d seldom slept on anything softer than a blanket stretched over hard ground. In truth, he hadn"t spent more than a few months in the city since taking power. Instead, he"d ridden up and down the length of the desert, chasing the last of the Salibs, even those who fled deep into the west to escape. Their destruction had taken longer than he"d expected, but he felt more than satisfied with the result an army of hors.e.m.e.n at his command. Before Shulgi reluctantly turned his horse"s head back toward Sumer, he"d conquered another six desert clans and covered more than half the distance to the fabled land of Egypt. With the elimination of the last of the Salibs, the mocking t.i.tle of Boy King vanished as well.
Egypt would be his next conquest, after he"d crushed Akkad and forced its people into his new Sumerian Empire. Once he had the additional manpower from Akkad and the northern lands, he would have an army large enough to invade Egypt. But that effort would have to wait a few more years. When he finished conquering Akkad, Shulgi knew he would need at least another year or two to solidify his rule over the remnants of the Akkadian lands, as well as the other cities of Sumeria. After Shulgi eliminated their petty rulers and installed men loyal only to himself, he would reign supreme, the only king in the vast land between the rivers. First Akkad, then Egypt, then only the G.o.ds knew how far Shulgi could stretch his reach.
"What are your thoughts, my brother?" Shanna ran her fingertips down his arm and onto his stomach.
Shulgi"s thoughts of empire vanished at her touch, and his manhood stirred even before her hand closed around it. He"d taken her twice last night as soon as he returned to Sumer, and once again this morning. No matter how often he possessed her, it needed only a word, a look, the feel of her breast, to make him hunger for her body again. Shulgi wondered how she"d learned to arouse such pa.s.sion in a man. Perhaps Kushanna, too, was a witch, like the queen of Akkad. He wondered if Eskkar felt the same l.u.s.t for his wife. Not likely, he decided. Those who had seen both women voiced only disdain for Trella"s plain looks and simple attire.
"I was thinking how soft your lips are when they touch my body, Shanna."
"Mmm, yes, such a beautiful body. So strong, and so fierce a rod. Since you"ve ridden to war, you"ve grown even more handsome. A true king." She tightened her grip, and his erection sprang up, throbbing. Taking her time, she moved down the bed, settled herself comfortably, and let her b.r.e.a.s.t.s dangle against his thigh. She brushed her lips lightly against his staff, teasing him until he squirmed under her touch, the urge to penetrate her body growing ever more demanding.
"Take me in your mouth," he commanded, unable to restrain himself. He used the same voice he would give orders to any soldier.
"Oh, yes, my lord. Whatever you command." Still taking her time, she closed her mouth over the tip of his member, and used her tongue to force a moan of pleasure from his lips. Slowly she took the full length of his manhood into her mouth, her hair now scattered across his loins, until her lips touched his hard stomach.
"You are a witch." No other woman had ever managed to take the full length of his aroused staff into her mouth.
She lifted her head and took a breath. "If I"m a witch, why do I do your bidding?" Before he could reply, she began stroking his staff, this time using her cheek against the tip.
Waves of pleasure rushed through him. He"d taken plenty of women while away from Sumer, but none of them compared to her. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Shulgi reached down and pulled her toward him.
With an easy movement, she knelt over him and guided his staff inside her body. Kushanna sighed in pleasure as she sank down on him. She clasped her hands behind her neck and leaned back. Without moving her hips, she used the powerful muscles deep inside her womb to squeeze his rod.
"Do you like that, my brother?"
"Oh, yes, Shanna," he panted. "There is no one like you."
"Then let me take you to the pleasure of the G.o.ds." She began to move up and down, grinding her hips, thrusting herself harder and harder against him, keeping him deep inside her.
He felt the warmth of her body as he gazed upon her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, swaying above him. Faster and faster she rode his manhood, twisting and pushing against him, until with a cry he burst inside her. Even that did not satisfy her. She kept moving, squeezing him, until he protested and pushed her aside.
"Enough. Any more and I won"t be able to ride for days."
She brushed the tangle of hair from her face and stretched out beside him, cradling his head against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "Tonight you will be strong again for me, I promise you."
His arms encircled her as he lay there, scarcely able to move. Shulgi breathed in the warm musk of her body. His eyes closed, and he let himself relax. Within moments, the feel of her face against his shoulder lulled him back to sleep.
When he woke he found Shanna dressed and standing beside the bed. She wore a soft gown of pure white, and her slaves had combed her hair artfully to frame her features. A tray of fruit, bread, and ale rested on the table. She leaned over and kissed the sleep from his face.
"It"s time you woke up, my brother. Sumer"s n.o.ble merchants and traders will a.s.semble here at midday, to hear of your latest conquests. And you don"t want your body to grow weak from too much time in bed."
Shulgi smiled at that. The long days spent on the back of a horse had tightened every muscle, including, it seemed, his manhood. He"d never spent his seed so often, and with so much force before. For a moment Shulgi considered telling her to remove her dress. He shook the temptation from his mind and pushed himself into a sitting position.
She handed him the ale cup, and he drained its contents. Some day, he knew, Shanna might hand him a cup of poison with as much grace and concern. But not today. And not while there remained so many lands to conquer.
"Tell me of the desert."
Her voice had lost its pleasure-slave tone. The cunning queen of his empire had returned. He tore a hunk of bread from the loaf. The sour-sweet taste seemed like nectar after the foul-smelling desert fare.
"The last of the Salibs are destroyed. Except for the lands Chief Kapturu claims, the desert is ours."
"Then there will be no more slaves arriving in Sumer?"
For the last year, captive Salibs, mostly women and children had paraded through Sumer"s lanes, to be sold as slaves throughout Sumeria and even as far north as Akkad. Shulgi"s profits from those sales had nearly equaled the gold and gems taken from the desert-dwellers.
"Kapturu"s hors.e.m.e.n still range the desert fringes, and will continue to supply slaves, though the number will be fewer and the cost higher."
"We need all the gold we can raise, Shulgi."
He nodded. "I"ve brought another thousand gold pieces with me, plus three sacks of gemstones. Perhaps that will satisfy you for a time."
She shook her head. "Another month, perhaps two. But more gold will be needed in the coming year. Unlike Trella in Akkad, we lack a steady supply of silver."
The mine at Nuzi had flooded the northern lands with the precious metal. Silver coins with the mark of Akkad paid the wages of Eskkar"s soldiers.
"Have you exhausted all the gold from Sumeria"s mines? It seems you spend my spoils of war as fast as I win them."
Kushanna saw the look of frustration on his face. All the established mines within Sumer"s reach had been confiscated months ago, and their ores used to pay his own soldiers. But the output had always been small, and Kushanna"s demands had exhausted most of them. Hundreds of slaves had died extracting what little remained. Nuzi was a recent find, and could be expected to produce large quant.i.ties of gold and silver for some time.
"Don"t chide me with such a frown, brother. My agents have been busy on your behalf. Your captured treasures have bought you support in every Sumerian city. Hundreds of voices throughout the land now clamor for war against Akkad. Your victories in the desert, along with the gold we"ve spread around, have won support for your cause. Larsa, Uruk, Isin, all the cities are raising troops of their own, eager to share in the spoils of Akkad conquest."
"Just so they"re ready to follow my standard into battle."
"That campaign, too, is already under way. With the Tanukhs under your command, Sumer will field the largest part of any combined army. Because of that, the rest of the cities already accept your leadership, willingly or not. They understand it"s best to direct their wrath against Akkad than each other. The heavy bribes we"ve paid to their merchants and traders help see to that."
"Especially now that they know what happened to the Salibs."
"It"s more than that, Shulgi. Sumer continues to grow. We"re now twice as large as Nippur, and the other cities are even smaller. Their rulers know they will fall under your sway sooner or later. The wise among them will seek to gain as much influence from you as possible. And as much gold and power as they can wrest from Akkad"s defeat."
Kushanna had indeed done well. Shulgi had thought it might take another year or two before all of Sumeria acknowledged his leadership. Instead in less than a single year he had already accomplished far more than his father ever dreamed.
"Then it"s time to issue a call for more of their soldiers to join me in the desert. The sooner they learn how to fight under my command, the better."
Hundreds from the other cities had already flocked to his standard, desperate men searching for loot, young men seeking glory, petty thieves and outcasts seeking escape from their crimes. Razrek had accepted them all, feeding them into his training camps. Already many had turned into competent fighters and even subcommanders.
"Yes, my brother, that can be done. I"ll dispatch messengers tomorrow."