"Let"s hope he"s as lucky as we"ve been."
Surrounded by a dozen Hawk Clan guards, Eskkar spent the rest of the morning walking the city, making sure the detachments of soldiers knew and understood what he wanted done. His men started gathering the women and children and herding them toward the west gate. That at least put a stop to the raping. The Akkadians had been in no mood for mercy. The city had resisted them, and its women were fair game. Eskkar couldn"t have stopped the men even if he"d wanted to. And as a commander, he knew better than to give foolish orders that couldn"t be enforced.
By mid-morning, the last of the sobbing women and crying children were streaming across the countryside. Everyone had pa.s.sed through the river gate. Soldiers searched them for jewels, even making them open their mouths and examining their hair. Their clothing ripped from their bodies by force if necessary, had to be checked as well, as there had been enough time for jewels or coins to be sewn into the garments.
Only then, and as naked as the day they were born, were the women, children and elderly allowed to pa.s.s through the gate. Many still feared for their lives, though Eskkar"s commanders had told them again and again they would not be harmed once they left. Many wailed at their fate. Most of them had been raped, some many times. Now they had to leave their husbands and family behind. Almost all of them headed south, as Eskkar"s soldiers had ordered them, but a few ran to the north or east.
Meanwhile, Alexar took charge of the city"s destruction. About nine hundred of the city"s inhabitants remained. None of them resisted, as the Akkadians greatly outnumbered them. Those who had tried to fight for their women or possessions had died during the night. The survivors had no strength or will to continue a hopeless battle. Their wives and children were either safe in the countryside as promised, or dead. Now they only worried about their own existence.
Dividing the men into two groups, Alexar set five hundred of them to tearing down the houses, starting with those of the wealthy merchants and tradesmen. Everything that could burn, clothing, furniture, leather, even baskets, was collected and tossed onto the embers of last night"s fires. Every clay pot was smashed. Fresh smoke broiled up into the sky. Anything of military value, weapons or food, went to the docks. Everything else went into the flames.
The houses, made of the usual mud brick, wouldn"t burn, but men wielding hammers, chisels and any other tool that could be used to dislodge the bricks, knocked them down. Thick logs were also used to smash down walls. The soldiers worked their prisoners hard. Eskkar"s men learned that the people of Larsa had celebrated with a feast when Kanesh fell, and every Akkadian soon knew the story.
The remaining four hundred prisoners began emptying the city of anything edible. All food, grain, wine, ale, livestock, captured horses, anything that could be eaten or useful to the Akkadians were carried down to the river and ferried across, boat load by boat load. Soon a mound of supplies began to arise on the western bank of the Tigris.
When Gatus and Yavtar complained that they had more food than the Akkadians could possibly eat, Alexar ordered the prisoners to start dumping the remaining food stocks into the river. Shulgi, when he arrived, would have to do something to prevent the starvation of the city"s inhabitants, but Eskkar had no sympathy either for them or Shulgi. The destruction went on all day, and by dusk only the city"s gates remained intact, and Naran"s house was the only one still standing. Rubble from the houses around it stretched all the way to the courtyard walls, and thick clouds of dust hung in the air, drawn toward the flames or blown about by the evening breeze off the river.
When Eskkar returned to Naran"s house, Drakis and two men waited for him in the courtyard. Eskkar headed toward the well. A thick coat of dust and dirt had acc.u.mulated on his tunic, and it stank with the odors of burning wood and animal flesh. Taking his time, he washed his body. Grond had found a clean garment somewhere suitable for Eskkar"s stature, so he kicked the old one aside, and slipped the clean one over his frame.
Inside the house, the common-room table was covered with platters of food and pitchers of wine and ale, more than enough for Eskkar and his commanders. The food tempted him, but Eskkar wanted to get one last task over with.
With Grond at his side, he climbed the stairs, followed by Drakis and his companions, and entered the room where Naran and his women still awaited their fate. Now the once spotless chamber stank of urine and worse. No one bothered to empty the chamber pots. Any wealth the room might have contained had disappeared as well. Curtains, bedding, garments and sandals had been tossed through the window and burned, along with all the other goods from the house. Naran"s h.o.a.rd of gold and precious stones had departed at midday, by now well on its way to Trella"s vaults. Naran, his swollen hands still bound, lifted his eyes when Eskkar entered.
He stopped two paces away and stared down at Larsa"s king for a moment. "I wanted you to know your city is in ruins, Naran. It will be many, many years before anyone tries to build on this site again. Larsa will suffer the same fate that you plotted for Akkad."
"What are you going to do with me?" The former ruler of Larsa looked haggard, his hair hanging limp on his shoulders. He"d soiled himself, probably more than once. His hands shook, and his lips quivered from fear. The fate of his city meant nothing to him now, only his own life.
"Do with you? Nothing. But your wives and children are going to Akkad. They"ll be slaves there for the rest of their lives, unless anyone bothers to ransom them. At least they"ll be alive."
A gasp came from the women as they heard their fate, but no one cried out. They had emptied themselves of tears during the night.
"What about me?" Naran had to pause to get the words out. "You"ve taken all my gold. There"s nothing left here to pay a ransom, but my sons might be able to raise enough."
Eskkar ignored the words. Naran had two grown sons, no doubt leading Larsa"s contingent under Shulgi. Instead, Eskkar glanced behind him to where Drakis, who had stopped just outside the chamber, waited. "Come in, Drakis, and bring our friends. I want them to meet Naran, king of Larsa." He turned to Naran. "Do you know these two men?"
Naran squinted at the two poorly dressed men who shuffled slowly into the room. "No, I"ve never seen them."
"This is Dragan and his brother Ibi-sin. Come closer. Naran can"t hurt you now."
The two stepped forward, one limping, his hand on the other"s arm for support.
"These men are the ones who risked their lives to lower ropes to my men. Without their help, I might not have gotten inside Larsa so easily. I told them to help themselves to whatever they wanted from your gold, but they said they wanted only one thing. Best you tell him, Dragan."
Still leaning on his brother"s arm, Dragan moved closer. "Your men killed my family, King Naran. One of your sons led the raid. Ten days ago, I watched him leave the city. He rode proudly to fight with King Shulgi"s army, but I will pray to the G.o.ds that King Eskkar kills him in battle. Your men raped and killed my sisters, murdered our parents, blinded Ibi-sin in one eye, and wounded me in the leg so badly that to this day I cannot walk without pain. They did all this to us for no reason. We were farmers, without any weapons. We had done no harm to anyone. When King Eskkar asked me what I wanted, I told him I wanted you, so that I could take my revenge for my family."
Naran"s eyes had widened in horror at Dragan"s words.
"And I told Dragan he could have you, Naran," Eskkar added. "Since I first came to Akkad years ago, I"ve heard many such tales, how you sent your riders north across the Sippar time after time, to kill and loot those who placed themselves under my protection. You should have surrendered your city yesterday when I gave you the chance. I would have kept my word, would have let you go. But this is better. Your death will be a warning to the other kings of Sumeria. They will hear of Larsa"s fall and your death at the hands of those you murdered. They will learn to stay south of the river."
"No, please . . . King Eskkar, please spare my life. I have relatives in Sumer . . . they can pay . . ."
"Too late for that, Naran." Eskkar called to the guards outside. "Take the women to the docks. Give them to Yavtar. A boat will be leaving as soon as it"s dark."
The room erupted in screaming and wailing. Naran fell to the floor, his hands outstretched, his eyes wide with fright. The waiting guards had already prepared ropes, and they quickly bound the crying women, and led them away. When they were gone, Naran looked around at the empty room, his eyes wide, as if searching for his followers, his possessions, anything that might save him. He lifted his head, tears streaming down his face, and held up his bound hands piteously. "Mercy, King Eskkar! I plead for my life. I can raise more gold. I will pay whatever ransom you wish."
Eskkar didn"t bother to reply. He turned to the brothers. "He"s yours, Dragan, Ibi-sin. But you must not take too long. Yavtar"s boat will be leaving soon, and you must be at the docks so you can return to Akkad."
Dragan shrugged off his brother"s arm. "It will not take long." He drew his knife from his belt. "Come, Ibi-sin. You may strike first." Holding onto his brother"s arm, they stepped forward together.
As Eskkar left the chamber, the first scream erupted behind him. He touched Drakis"s arm. "Stay with them. When they"re finished, make sure Naran is dead, and bring me his head. Then give Dragan and his brother two sacks of gold, and get them to the boat."
Outside, the sun was touching the western horizon. A hundred prisoners sat on the ground in the fading light, awaiting the command to destroy Naran"s house. Exhaustion and despair covered every face, and they barely raised their eyes at the sight of the Akkadian king. An equal number of soldiers guarded them.
"There are three men still inside. As soon as they come out, destroy the Compound. Leave nothing standing, and burn everything. He saw the two large pots of oil that the prisoners had prepared.
Eskkar gazed about him in satisfaction. Naran and his fine house would soon be turned into rubble, like the rest of Larsa. Now it was time to go. He strode through the Compound"s gate. After a short walk through the debris that filled the lane, he reached the main gate. Fifty of Alexar"s men waited there, guarding about a hundred slaves.
"Tear down the gates. Feed them to the fire."
With his guards, Eskkar walked one last time through the ruined city, trying to ignore the stench of death and dust that lingered everywhere. The docks were a frenzied scene of chaos and confusion. Slaves were busy tearing them apart, piling the wood up for yet one more gigantic bonfire. The last pots of oil in Larsa would feed those flames.
Eskkar watched the final preparations. Most of his men had already crossed the river, and by now were busy setting up camp. With a loud snapping sound, the river gates came crashing down, and men with axes broke the logs apart, hewing through the ropes and staves that held the logs together. Soon those logs were added to the growing piles of what remained of the dock, and flames again leaped and twisted high into the sky.
One of Drakis"s men arrived, escorting Dragan and Ibi-sin. Their hands were clean no doubt washed in Naran"s well but blood still clung to their clothing. They would travel north on the same boat that held Naran"s women. With all the gold Eskkar had given them, they"d never have to work again.
"When you reach Akkad," Eskkar said, "tell Trella everything that happened. She will make sure you are taken care of."
He wasn"t sure that Dragan even heard him. But the brothers climbed into the boat, each clutching a sack to their body. They"d help row the craft upriver, and that would take their minds off the horror they had left behind.
From within the city, fresh flames climbed into the darkening sky, and Eskkar knew the two other gates had been set afire. Two hundred slaves who had helped destroy the last of Larsa were marched up, and the final embarkation began. Eskkar planned to bring them across the river. Boats were waiting for them, and soon prisoners and their guards were ferrying across the darkening water. The rest of the prisoners were abandoned, left to fend for themselves as best they could among the wreckage of the city.
With Grond, Eskkar boarded the last boat. They put off from the dock, but a rope held them a few paces from the riverbank. He watched his men tear up the remaining dock, then saturate everything with the oil. They scrambled through the water, and the last man tossed a torch onto the dock. It erupted in flame, a wave of fire sweeping back to the inferno that had marked the remains of the gate.
The man swam to the ship and waiting hands pulled him aboard. The captain gave the order, the rope was slipped from its fastening and hauled aboard. The boat swung with the current for a moment, then the men worked the oars, and the vessel began its journey across the Tigris.
Eskkar remained in the stern, facing the gathering dusk and watching Larsa burn. This was war, war the way barbarians waged it. Devastation, destruction and terror. Larsa would likely never be rebuilt, and when men sailed the river or led caravans past the ruins, they would tell the tale of the city"s destruction, as a penalty for bringing war to Akkad"s lands. He hoped the lesson would linger for a hundred years, but Eskkar knew how quickly men can forget.
Nevertheless, when Shulgi arrived, he would find nothing useful, not even a roof to cover his head. Meanwhile, thousands of people roamed the land begging for something to eat. All the crops in the nearby fields had been burned. No food, weapons, supplies of any kind remained in the ruins. The dead hundreds of bodies had been dumped in the city"s wells. They would poison the water for months, maybe longer. The city"s gold and valuables would travel to Akkad. Trella would sell them, to help pay for the war.
Larsa had ceased to exist. No one would organize raids to the north from this place again. Eskkar nodded in satisfaction and turned to the west. Tomorrow would be the sixth day, and then there would be only six more days remaining to defeat Shulgi"s army. Until today, he hadn"t spared much thought for Hathor. He wondered how his horse commander was faring. Everything would now depend on him.
50.
Day 6 Shulgi, Razrek, Vanar and the rest of Sumer"s commanders rode up to what was left of Larsa"s wall, two hundred hors.e.m.e.n following behind and another hundred leading the way, all of them alert for any possibility of an ambush. The sun drifted down toward the horizon in the west, but Shulgi wanted to see the damage for himself before it grew dark. The rest of his army remained half a day"s march behind, and wouldn"t arrive at Larsa until midday tomorrow.
A rage burned in Shulgi"s chest at the sight of Larsa"s devastation. The stench of death mixed with the acrid smell of burnt wood. Uncountable flies buzzed about, feasting on the rotting flesh of men and animals. Shulgi wanted to rail at Razrek once again, but he had already done that, bitterly accusing the cavalry commander of cowardice and of failing to defend Larsa. The two had nearly come to blows, and Shulgi knew he couldn"t afford that luxury yet. He still needed Razrek and his hors.e.m.e.n.
"They"re still across the river," Razrek remarked, breaking the silence that lasted far too long.
Shulgi didn"t answer, but he lifted his eyes from the smoking ruins. On the other side of the Tigris, part of the Akkadian camp showed atop the bluff. No death odors up there, only clean breezes blowing off the river. At the base, more than a dozen boats lined the west bank. The camp looked peaceful. No ranks of warriors, no line of sentries stared at the riders approaching Larsa. The Akkadians didn"t care about Shulgi"s army, at least not today. All the Sumerians understood the humiliating situation. King Shulgi"s men had no way to cross the river.
Larsa had always boasted the easiest crossing for miles in either direction. That"s why the city had sprung up here, to take advantage of the easy crossing. But while its current might flow slowly, the Tigris remained too wide and deep for horses or men to swim across. Boats and rafts would be needed to get the soldiers and supplies across, and any crossing would be vulnerable to attack until enough soldiers were established on the far side.
"I can ride north." Razrek"s voice seemed loud in the stillness that hung over Shulgi"s commanders. "There"s a village ten or twelve miles from here where we can get some hors.e.m.e.n over."
"No. We"ll cross here." Shulgi had already made his decision. "Have the men scour the countryside. We"ll build the rafts just above Larsa."
"Why cross the river at all? We can reach Sumer just as quickly from this side of the river."
"If we want to close with Eskkar, we need to cross here."
"The Akkadians will stop us. From those bluffs, they could pour arrows down on us."
"They won"t be here to stop us," Shulgi said. "They haven"t bothered to establish outposts or watchtowers. I think they"ll soon be on the march once again, tomorrow or the next day."
"Heading to Sumer."
Shulgi"s advance force had encountered dozens of naked survivors, most of them women and children, and all of them exhausted, hungry, and full of despair. The Akkadians had driven them out of the city with nothing, and the dazed inhabitants had begged Shulgi"s men for food and water. Eskkar"s men had poisoned every well with dead bodies, man and beast, that now rotted in the warm water.
Shulgi understood the trap Eskkar had set for him. If he ignored the wretched survivors, left them to starve, his troops would begin muttering against him. If he ordered his men to share their own meager food with them, his soldiers would be forced to do with less, and his entire army would be slowed down in the process. Gritting his teeth, Shulgi acceded to the need to share his supplies.
Almost all who had survived the city"s fall repeated that the Akkadians planned to march on Sumer. Shulgi wasn"t so sure. The further south Eskkar went, the greater the danger to the Akkadians increased. Even if he reached Sumer, the city wasn"t likely to fall overnight, like Larsa. Shulgi had already dispatched a company of hors.e.m.e.n to warn Kushanna that the Akkadian army might be on the march toward them and to take extra precautions. And with every step farther southward, the Akkadian supply line would be stretched thinner and thinner. Shulgi already had men working to stop the infernal boats that carried men and supplies to Eskkar"s forces.
None of these thoughts gave Shulgi any satisfaction. He had to cross the river somewhere, and the easiest route to Eskkar"s army lay across the river. If Shulgi moved to some other crossing, he would waste another day marching, and still have to find or build boats. Better to do it here, where the abandoned men of Larsa could at least provide a labor force.
"Razrek, set up the camp over there, away from the stink of Larsa." The horses sensed the odor of death, too, and pawed the ground nervously, unwilling to move closer to its source. The gagging smell would last for days, perhaps longer.
"As soon as the camp is started, send riders up and down the river, looking for boats, wood, ropes, anything we can use to build rafts."
He turned his horse away and trotted back to where he ordered his command tent erected. For once the servants and soldiers doing his bidding had nothing to say. Everyone avoided his gaze. Shulgi handed off his horse and sat cross-legged just outside the tent flap. He spread a map out before him and stared at its symbols. He hadn"t moved when Razrek returned.
"I"ve sent fifty hors.e.m.e.n up and down the river, searching for boats." Razrek squatted down across the map from Shulgi. "We should be able to start crossing as soon as the army arrives. That is, if Eskkar"s men are gone. Though I still think it"s a waste of time to cross if we"re going back to Sumer."
Shulgi lifted his gaze from the map. "Eskkar has no intention of marching to Sumer. He"s going to Isin. He wants us to dash off toward Sumer, to give him more time to take the city."
Razrek glanced at the map. "Why Isin? Why not Sumer? It"s not that much further."
"Have you wondered where Eskkar"s cavalry is?"
"Not lately." Razrek shrugged. "No one has seen any sign of them. As long as they"re not a threat, who cares where they"ve gone?"
Shulgi bit off the cutting reply. Razrek had his uses, but strategy wasn"t one of them. "Eskkar cares. I think he"s sent them out into the desert. They"ve ridden north, circled around Lagash, and are probably attacking Nippur right now. Unless they"re headed to Uruk."
"Uruk! They"d have to ride halfway across the desert, and the Tanukhs still have plenty of men there to stop them. And they wouldn"t have any supplies."
"Unless there were more of those cursed boats coming down the Euphrates to resupply them."
"There"s no way, not by boat. Lagash sits on the Euphrates. If that many boats tried to run past them, we"d have heard about it.
"These maps don"t show every stream and creek in Sumeria, and the Euphrates has more than one branch going south. I spoke with several men from Lagash. They say there"s a good-sized stream that bypa.s.ses Lagash before running down to Uruk."
"Even if Eskkar"s hors.e.m.e.n did reach Uruk, they would never be able to take the city. They have no archers. There"s not enough of them to force an attack."
"True. Unless they rode in from the west unexpectedly and stormed the city at night. Or if Eskkar has more agents in Uruk to open the gates for him. Larsa fell almost as soon as he arrived, remember that."
That city"s survivors had related the story of men climbing unhindered over the wall.
Razrek licked his lips. The less he heard about Larsa the better. "We should send a warning to Uruk and Nippur, and Lagash, too. Let them know "
"It"s too late for that." Shulgi shook his head. "I should have thought of this earlier. The Akkadian cavalry rode off six days ago. It would take us three days to get a rider to Lagash, and at least two to reach Uruk from here, probably two and a half days. There are two wide rivers to cross, remember. If Eskkar"s cavalry is going to Lagash, they"re already there. If they"re going to Uruk, they"ll be there the day after tomorrow."
"They"ll be spotted. Lagash will send word down the river to warn the other cities."
"Unless Eskkar"s hors.e.m.e.n ride deeper into the desert. This Hathor that commands them, they say he came to Akkad across that very desert. That he knows much about desert fighting. And the Tanukhs would be caught off-guard. With the Salibs destroyed, they have no enemies to raid them."
Razrek grimaced. "Hathor is a renegade Egyptian who begged for his life, and was saved from the torture by Eskkar"s witch-wife. No one knows why. But even if Hathor knows the desert, it still makes for hard traveling. He would need supplies, hay for the horses, food for his men."
"All of which could have been prepared and stored months ago. Or there"s an even easier way. The villages of the Tanukhs have plenty of food and fodder in them, especially now."
Even Razrek knew enough to glance around, to make sure no Tanukhs could hear the conversation. The Tanukh hors.e.m.e.n made up almost a third of Razrek"s cavalry. They retained their own leaders, and fought only for gold and the chance to loot their enemies. Razrek had unleashed them on the Akkadian farmlands, but they somehow managed to devastate and pillage almost as many Sumerian farmers in the process. Brutal and cunning, they were like jackals. They struck only when their enemy appeared weak, and stole anything and everything they could get their hands on. Against a strong enemy, they were as likely to turn and run.
"If the Tanukhs think that Akkad has hors.e.m.e.n raiding their lands," Razrek said, "they"ll race home as fast as they can ride."
"It might almost be worth it, for all the trouble they"ve caused."
The Tanukhs had created more problems for Razrek and the rest of the Sumerian army than any other group. Everyone hated them. They had only joined the Sumerian cause because of Shulgi"s gold, and the promise of more loot from Akkad when the city fell.
"If they left, they would keep Eskkar"s cavalry off our backs."
Shulgi shook his head. "Even if they stayed together, the Tanukhs wouldn"t number much more than the Akkadians. They"d never face Eskkar"s hors.e.m.e.n in battle. Hathor would ride right through them, if they tried to stop him. No, better to keep them here, where they can be useful."
"Well, what are we going to do?"
"We"re not going to tell anyone about our suspicions of where Eskkar"s cavalry might be. We"re going to need every horseman we have, even the Tanukhs, when we come to grips with the Akkadians."
"You think Eskkar will stand and fight?"
"When he"s ready, he"ll attack us. He intends to wear us down, weaken us by marching up and down Sumeria, wait until our supplies are low. Then he"ll attack."
Razrek wasn"t convinced. "You think Eskkar has planned all this out in advance? It would have taken days, months . . ."
"Yes, I think he has. The barbarian or perhaps his witch-wife Trella has prepared for this war for at least a year, maybe longer. We thought we had given him only two choices, to march south and fight us at Kanesh, or wait for us to come to Akkad. Instead, he"s devised another way, and unless we start out-thinking him, Eskkar may end up nailing our hides to Akkad"s gate."