"Go away, Growch! I"m all right. . . ."
"Then get up and tell "em! "Bout the ambush!"
I opened my eyes. We were in a clearing full of people running towards us.
Over to one side a huge fire was flickering. For a desperate moment I thought I had stumbled into the ambushers" camp, but a closer look showed these were respectable travellers. In a moment I was surrounded and a babel of tongues was flinging questions at me till my head hurt worse than ever. I explained in my own tongue, market Latin, a little Italian and a couple of words of Arabic I had picked up (I think these last were profanities, remembering where I had heard them, but no one seemed to mind) and a moment or two later armed men were clattering away back the way I had come.
Someone led me over to the fire and smeared an evil-smelling grease on the more obvious b.u.mps and bruises, and gave me a mug of spiced wine which I downed gratefully. I accepted another and a bowl of rice and chicken.
Something nudged my arm, and half the contents of the bowl were on the ground.
"Ta!" said Growch pleasantly, licking up the last grains. "That was fun, wasn"
it? That fella din" "alf yell when I nipped "im! Quite a battle . . ."
Of course! I remembered now. He had doubtless saved my life when he bit my attacker"s ankle, though I didn"t know whether he realized it. I tipped the rest of the rice out.
"Here: I"m not hungry. . . . Thanks."
"Nothing to it. "Ere: why don"t you ask for another bowlful?"
It appeared the ambush had been well planned. The stew had been dosed with a powerful emetic, and both the guide Ibrahim and the cook had made good their escape. We had lost two guards and a mule driver and there were several wounded, including Master Scipio, who finally rode in with his arm in a sling. But I was hailed as a hero for riding to seek help and feted with choice t.i.tbits and a handful of hastily gathered coin, a whip-round from the survivors.
I felt a trifle guilty as I accepted the coins and blushed when they called me a hero, but as Growch remarked, now was not the time to tell them my horse had bolted from a superficial spear wound and heroism had nothing to do with it.
Master Scipio accepted the offer of our new friends to travel under the protection of their bigger caravan-a friendship cemented in gold I noticed- as far as the trading city. Being a larger party, and with wounded to care for, our progress was of necessity slow, so it was on the third afternoon after our rescue that we topped the final ridge and I gazed down on the city of k.u.m.
Chapter Four.
"But that"s not a town," I said, bitterly disappointed. "It"s just-just a collection of tents!"
Scipio drew his horse alongside the wagon I was riding in.
"Tents maybe, but still the largest trading center for hundreds of miles." He gestured below. "A plain some three miles wide, the same long, with a river to the east. Mountains all around, yes, but with age-old trails that lead in from Cathay, India, the Middle Sea, the Baltic, the Western Isles . . ." He leant back, let the reins lie slack, as we waited for the wagon ahead to start the narrow trail down. "Looks fine now, doesn"t it? But in the autumn when the rains come the river down there is a raging torrent; in the winter the bitter winds blow in from the north, the river freezes over and the sands below are as sharp as hailstones as they whirl across the plain. In the spring the rain and the melting snows from the hills flood the plateau, but when the waters recede and the sun comes out, the gra.s.s and flowers grow thick and fast. Then the advance parties come, those who cut and dry the gra.s.ses for forage; after them come the men with tents for hire, the cooks, the laundrymen, the farriers, and the men who dig the cesspits. Local villagers bring in fresh fruit, vegetables, chickens, sheep, and goats, and there is a committee of those concerned who ensure everything runs smoothly for when the first of the traders arrive in mid-June. From then until mid-September the place is seething. I truly believe one can find anything in the world down there if needed. . . ." And off he spurred down the hill.
I turned to Nod, my driver. "Have you been this way before?"
"Oh, aye: wouldn"t miss it for the world. Just as Master Scipio says: the world and his mate meet here. Nice rest for us too. We can just sit back and enjoy ourselves while the bosses natter and bicker and blather and d.i.c.ker over every blessed piece of barter." He was chewing on a root of liquorice and spat a brown stream over the edge of the wagon as we began the descent. "I seen stuff there as you couldn"t imagine: furs, silks, wools, dyes, carpets, rugs, "broideries; copper pots, clay pots, gla.s.s, china; daggers, swords, spears; paintings and ma.n.u.scripts, pens and brushes; all the spices you could think of and dried herbs; wines, dried fruits, rice, and tea. There"s even bars of gold and silver, precious jewels, children"s toys-Whoa, there!" He was silent for a moment or two as we negotiated a difficult turn. He spat out more juice.
"Then there"s the animals. . . ."
"Lions and tigers?"
"Sometimes. They"re mostly to special order. I seen a panther and a spotted cat with jewelled collars, tame as you please, and even once, a helefant, with a nose longer than its tail. . . . No, mostly they"s more portable. Monkeys, "xotic birds, snakes as thick as your arm, queer little dogs . . ."
Oh, no! I thought. Not Growch"s "fluffy b.u.ms"; keeping an eye on him in that place would be difficult.
"Then there"s the slaves. Mostly men, "cos women and children don"t travel well, but you see the occasional two or three. All colors, too: mostly black or brown, but there"s some yellows and near-whites. Dwarfs, sometimes, they fetch a good price." He spoke as indifferently as if they were bales of cloth.
We were on easier ground now, and the town beneath seemed to be taking on a pattern. The tents appeared to be arranged in rows rather than haphazardly, and although the number of people running around made it seem chaotic, there also seemed to be a purpose in all they did.
Nod pointed out the various vantage points with his whip.
"To the right there, by the river, is the laundries, below "em the cesspits, above stables and forage. In the center the living accommodation, to the left the cooking areas. Below us are the money-changers. Top left the brothels.
Clear s.p.a.ce in the middle, the market, held daily. Doubles up for special entertainment at night."
"What sort of special entertainment?"
"Oh, dancing girls, snake charmers, acrobats-whatever"s going. One year there were those belly dancers from Afriky: sight for sore eyes they were. . . ."
It seemed Master Scipio was right: everyone was catered for.
Rent-a-tent came first. We hired four. Scipio, interpreter Justus, horse master Antonius and I shared one, the remaining guards and mule drivers another, larger, and our goods took up the last two.
The sleeping tents were circular, those for the goods rectangular. The poles were bamboo, the canvas thin and light, for no rain was expected at this time of year. Other traders had brought their own, more luxurious, with hangings to divide the interiors into smaller sections for sleeping or entertaining. Some had oriental rugs and silken cushions to sit upon, small bra.s.s or inlaid wooden tables, oil lamps and fine crockery, but we had gra.s.s matting, stools and wood-frame beds strung with rope, which were highly uncomfortable. I stated my intention of sleeping on the floor, but Scipio pointed silently to a double column of ants, in one side of the tent, out of the other. He then handed me some small clay cups.
"Fill these with water, then put the feet of the beds in them, otherwise we"ll have all sorts climbing up. Bad enough with the mosquitoes."
He wasn"t joking; I spent a most uncomfortable night, listening with dread for the sudden silence which meant they had found their target. The next night I was given a jar of evil-smelling grease, which helped, but that first day I was as spotty as any adolescent lad.
Even without the mosquitoes, that first night would have kept me wakeful. I had not yet learnt how to fold my blanket so as to even out the rope sling I was suspended upon, the moon shone with relentless brightness through the thin walls of the tent, and the night was full of unaccustomed noise. There were snores from my companions, barking from scores of dogs-including Growch, who was absent without leave-the flap-flap of canvas as it responded to the night breeze, shouts and yells in the distance, and somewhere someone was singing what sounded like an endless dirge full of quarter tones that sc.r.a.ped at my sensibilities like the squeaks of an unoiled axle.
That first day-and many afterwards-was spent visiting tent after tent with the attendant interminable bargaining that seemed so much a part of any sort of trade out here. No price was ever fixed, not even for the food we ate, and even less so for the goods we bought and sold. A great deal of exchange and barter took the place of coin: we exchanged all our wool, for instance, for what seemed to me a minute quant.i.ty of saffron and some lily bulbs, but Scipio was more than satisfied.
I had to attend as it was part of my (supposed) training, and if it hadn"t been for the endless hospitality-sherbet, yoghurt or mint tea, small sweet cakes or wafers-I should have dropped off long before the sun was high. Nearly everything had to be done through our interpreter, Justus, and one had to go through all the politenesses of enquiry about travel, friends, relatives, weather and health long before one revealed one"s true objectives. It seemed such a waste of time, but Master Scipio was insistent that I realize it was the only way to get things done, and was less than sympathetic when I begged off the last visit with an ill-concealed yawn.
"I"m sorry: I didn"t sleep very well last night. I"ll be better tomorrow, I promise."
"And so you better had; you"re here to work, to learn, to become a trader, and a night or two"s lost sleep is neither here nor there. A young lad like you should party the night away and then be fresh as new milk in the morning. I don"t know what the world is coming to: why at your age . . ." and so on.
They went off on their last visit, I smeared myself with grease, fell on the bed and must have slept for hours, for when I awoke, hungry and refreshed, they were all abed and snoring and it must have been around an hour past midnight. It was Growch"s cold nose that had woken me: he was hungry too.
As he had been absent most of the day I wasn"t sympathetic, would probably have turned over and tried to sleep again, except that my own stomach was grumbling likewise. I was also sweaty and sticky and needed a good wash. By the sounds outside, the food stalls would probably still be open, so I swung my legs off the bed and we crept out through the tent flap into the moony night.
It was as near light as day, and there was no problem in finding our way towards the cooking stalls. I found one of our guards seated on a long bench by a large barbecue and he invited me to join him in a dish of chicken, lentils and herbs. I sneaked some to Growch, then repaid the guard by buying the wine. While we travelled food and lodgings were paid for out of the travelling purse, so at a place like this we were given a food allowance every day, the same for all. The guards and drivers were either paid their wages at the end of the journey or re-engaged to be paid at the other end on their return, which was the case with our guards and drivers, so they would have little enough to spare. I left him a couple of coins for more wine, then strolled in the direction of the river, hoping it would be deserted enough for a wash.
It seemed, though, that some people worked throughout the night. The forage-and-horse lines were relatively quiet, but the launderers were hard at work, washing and rinsing, beating out the dirt on great flat stones and draping the clothes out on rocks to catch the early sun. Here the river was sc.u.mmy with dirt, which flowed on down towards the cesspits, where I could hear the noise of digging.
I turned north, past the great tumps of hay and straw to where the land grew rockier and the river flowed faster, and was lucky enough to find a tiny sandy bay which curved round a pool where the water was quieter.
I gazed about me but could see no one, and all the activity seemed to be away south.
"Keep watch," I said to Growch. "I fancy a quick dip-"
"You"re mad!" he snorted. "Wouldn" catch me bathin" in that! Un"ealthy, all this washin" . . ."
I stripped right down and plunged into the water, stifling a yell as the freezing mountain water all but numbed me. Summer it might be, but the water didn"t know that. After the first shock, however, I luxuriated in the fast-flowing water as it washed away the stinks and grime of the last few days. Even my bruises from the bolting horse had started to fade, I noted. My underwear and shirt joined me in the water: they could dry out on my body, for the night seemed positively hot after the icy water.
My last act before getting clothed again was to pick up a furious, scratching, nipping Growch, and dump him in the deepest pool I could find. . . .
He cursed for a full fluid minute without repeating himself when he reached dry land, but I had a couple of raisin biscuits in my pouch which mollified him somewhat, though he did treat me to an exhibition of the hollow cough he had suddenly picked up, and shivered most convincingly.
"Don" ever do that again! "Nough to give me my death, that was!"
I suggested a walk, to dry us both off.
"Quickest way to the food tents is straight across," he said, so that was the way we went, though I doubted they would still be serving. Luckily for him we found a couple of stalls still open and I bargained for some skewers of meat, which we chewed as we wandered back towards the sleeping tents.
Growch stopped in midstride. "Listen . . ."
At first I could hear nothing, then the wind picked up the sound. A soft whimpering, moaning, keening, like the sound a child will make when it has been punished and sent to bed, but dare not make too much noise unless it invites more punishment. The breeze changed direction and the noise died away, then I heard it again.
Growch"s nose was working overtime. "Back there," he said tersely. His nose was pointing way beyond the rest of the encampment. "Not nice . . ."
My ring was warm on my finger, so there was no danger, and there was something in the sound that called out to me, like the despair of a trapped animal. Almost without conscious thought I started to walk towards the crying. At first, in spite of the moonlight, I could see nothing unusual, but as I rounded an outcrop of rock I saw what looked like a huge cage, or series of cages, like those in which they kept the exotic animals on offer.
But animals didn"t sound like this, or smell like this either.
I wrinkled my nose with distaste and beside me Growch was growling, not in anger but rather in a mixture of bewilderment and disgust, as if this was a situation he did not know how to cope with. I moved closer till the moonlight threw the shadow of the bars across me like cold fingers, and I could see the full horror of what lay behind them.
The cages were crowded with human beings, men, women and children, all shackled, and all standing, sitting, or lying in their own foulnesses. Even in the stews of large towns I had smelt nothing like this, and it was not only the excrement but a sort of miasma of despair and fear that came from the unwashed captives that made me recoil in disgust.
Hands were stretched out between the bars towards me, the keening rose in volume and now there were words I could not understand, except that they were pleas for help. Against my will I moved closer and now the chains were clanking, the babble of words grew louder and fingers clutched at my sleeve with a strength I would not have thought possible.
"I can"t do anything," I said urgently, although I knew they would not understand. "Let me go. . . ."
But their seeking hands found more and more of me, until there was a p.r.i.c.kle from my ring and almost at once a shout and running feet. At once I was released and, looking back, I saw a couple of men with lanterns bobbing in their hands running towards the cages.
"C"mon," barked Growch urgently. "We don"t want to be caught by that lot.
They"ll think we"ve been tryin" to help "em escape. . . ."
Dodging in and out of whatever shadow I could find, I ran back to the safety of the lines of tents, my heart beating uncomfortably fast, my mind churning. It was not that I didn"t know slavery existed-why, in the very village in which I had grown up, we were less than animals to the lord of the manor, who held the power of life and death, imprisonment or mutilation, as he chose. But there at least we had known the rules and abided by them, and life was comfortable enough if we paid our dues. Besides we knew no other existence; those poor captives back there had been s.n.a.t.c.hed away from homes and families against their will-and what sort of future could they expect?
That they would be exploited there was no doubt. If you paid for something you expected your money"s worth. Physical labor, prost.i.tution, degradation, these were the least they could look forward to. Perhaps I should not have minded so much if I hadn"t remembered Signor Falcone"s far kinder fate-but where were the Suleimans of this world to rescue this batch? And the thousands of others, both now and in the future? How many of these would still be alive in, say, a year"s time?
I was saddened and frustrated, and said extra prayers for those poor creatures before seeking what I thought would be a sleepless bed, but I must have been more exhausted than I thought, for I slept like a child.
The following days were spent in more trading. It seemed that you could exchange what you had for something of equal value, and the next day swap that for something you considered to be more valuable, sell half that, find a customer for the rest, use the money for another purchase and so on. In this way our tents of goods were emptied and filled at least three times to my knowledge. Master Scipio did not appear to lose by these deals for he went about with less than his usual degree of taciturnity, though whether this had anything to do with the nightly entertainments he went to, I do not know.
Sufficient to note that he, Justus and Antonius seldom came to bed before the small hours.
The pattern of barter and trade soon became easier for me to follow, although I still found the whole process tedious and realized I would never have either the patience of Matthew nor the ac.u.men of Suleiman. But this apprenticeship was the only way to my goal, so I tried my hardest to learn and even earned compliments from Scipio for my diligence. Of course there were still the language barriers, but I was picking up a word or phrase or two of Arabic every day and could refer to our interpreter, Justus, if I had need.
On the fifth day I asked Scipio how much longer we should be at k.u.m, to receive the answer that we awaited one particular trader to conclude our business.
"We shall do no more trading until he arrives," continued Scipio, "so why don"t you take the afternoon off and see the sights? Here, go buy yourself a trinket or two," and he tossed me a couple of coins.
Glad enough not to be shut up in a stuffy tent for hours, Growch and I wandered off into the sunshine. For many this was the afternoon time, which meant we could roam at will without being trampled underfoot, so we stopped for sherbet and barbecued meat on sticks, then watched a basket weaver for a few minutes. Growch decided he was going to investigate what sounded like one of the interminable dogfights that went on day and night, so I just walked where my feet took me, refusing a sweet seller here, a rug seller there, until I found myself at the western end of the camp, beyond the tents.
Here on the edge of the encampment lived those too poor to hire tents, or nomads who preferred to wander the fringes with their flocks, sleeping under the stars. Among the former were the fearsome men from the far north who had brought their s.h.a.ggy ponies laden with furs, carvings of wood and bone and metal ornaments in the shape of dragons and strange sea creatures. I had learned from the horse master, Antonius, that they found no trouble in disposing of their wares, exchanging them for salt, dried fruits, linen and presents for their women: combs, polished metal mirrors, needles and colored threads, but that as it was all strictly barter they were always short of cash for food and amus.e.m.e.nts, and often went to unorthodox methods to obtain it. Of course they could go straight home once the goods were exchanged, but it seemed they stayed as long as they could, loath to return to their cold and barren lands.
They were wild enough to look at, these northerners. Dressed in their outlandish gear of iron skullcaps (some with horns affixed), fur capes and short leather trews, their faces scarred with ritual knife cuts and adorned with straggling moustaches, they would have been fearsome enough even without the a.s.sortment of knives and axes they stuck in their belts.
If truth would have it though, they were probably no more fearsome than the adolescent town louts of any large town, swaggering the streets with boasts of their conquests on the field and in bed, swearing that they could drink anyone under the bench. All mouth and c.o.c.k, as my mother used to say.
They appeared to have arranged some sort of wrestling match and had shouted up a reasonable audience for it, one man busy taking bets on the outcome. It was to be a no-holds-barred free-for-all, with kicking, gouging, biting, hair-pulling and b.a.l.l.s-grabbing part of the fun, as a bystander explained to me; he seemed to think all the fights were fixed, but watching the first, in which the loser ended up with half an ear torn off and his face ground into the dirt till he lost consciousness, I wasn"t convinced.
Someone came round with an upended skullcap and I tossed in the smallest coin I could find. Another bout was just starting-promising, from the look of the combatants, to be even bloodier than the first-but by now more people, siesta over, had arrived to watch, and being slighter and smaller than most I found myself elbowed out to the fringes, where I could see but little. I had just decided to look for amus.e.m.e.nt elsewhere when there was a nudge on the back of my leg and Growch, absent till now, said quietly: "Look at that feller over there; pickin" their purses, he is. . . ."
Nearby was a stack of bales, ready for loading onto the s.h.a.ggy ponies when these warriors decided enough was enough and I moved behind it to watch the thief un.o.bserved. He was younger than most-around seventeen I should guess-and slim, stealthy and quick. I could not help but admire the way he circled the back of the crowd, picking his next victim, then holding back till the people surged forward at a particularly vicious moment in the wrestling to yell encouragement to one or other contestant, then taking advantage of the press of bodies to lift a purse to his hand, weigh its possibilities-I saw him reject two in this way-and then use his sharp knife to detach pouch and contents from its owner. Judging from the bulge at the back of his trews he had been busy for quite a while.
I was so busy admiring his expertise that it wasn"t until he had lifted three more purses that I realized that I should do something about it. But what?
Shout "Stop thief!"? Thieving was a sin, but did I owe the gullible crowd anything? Besides he was an artist, in his own way, and nearly everyone would steal if the need was great-Stop it, Summer! I told myself severely.
Never mind the ethics, just prevent him from further robbery.
I had a word with Growch, then stepped from behind my hiding place and tapped the young man on the shoulder. He jumped about a foot in the air and was about to bolt, but Growch"s teeth were now fixed lovingly in his right ankle, and he had no alternative than to follow me to my hiding place behind the bales.
Perspiration was pouring off his forehead and I could smell the acrid sweat of fear. We knew not a word of each other"s language but I mimed my disgust at his actions and threatened to trumpet his thefts to all within earshot.
He crumpled at my feet; purses and bags came tumbling from his trews. One by one he offered them to me, his hands shaking, but this was not what I had meant at all. He was obviously terrified, so the purpose of my intervention had worked: there would probably be no more stealing today.
I shook my head vigorously at the pile of purses at my feet and backed away, but he must have thought I wanted more, something special, for he offered me a blue amulet that hung round his neck, then an iron ring set with a red stone, and the more I shook my head, waved him away, the worse he got. I suddenly realized the reason for his fear; thieves could be hung, or at the least their hands cut off- Something was thrust into my hands, a hard object wrapped in soft leather, and from the look of the thief"s face it was his prize possession, the ultimate gift. I unwrapped it, curiously, but all it was was a piece of stone or rock or metal pointed at one end, about two fingers long and one wide. There was a small groove around the middle and wound round this was a piece of gut with a loop at the end so that it could be hung from one"s finger. What was it? A weapon? A child"s toy?
My puzzlement must have shown, for the thief took it from my hand, gestured to the north and held the stone so that it pointed in that direction. He looked at me, then turned the pointed end to the south, let it go-and it swung back to the north again. He handed it back to me and it worked once again. Sure that there was some trickery I twisted the gut round and round and let the stone twirl-still it ended up pointing north. Light dawned: this was a fabulous navigating instrument that would work even if the sun was hidden or the night without stars. Just think how wonderful it would be at sea, with no landmarks to steer by!
But apparently this stone had other properties, for he held out the iron ring on his finger and the stone swung towards it, then to his iron dagger and it did the same. He shook his head, indicating that it would only work away from iron.
As the sounds of the fight-which I had completely forgotten-rose to a real hubbub of yells and counteryells, I tried the stone myself on an iron spear, a discarded buckle, then back to the north again, thinking with wonderment as I did so that there must be the biggest mountain of iron in the whole world up there in the frozen wastes- " "E"s orf!" barked Growch. "Want me to chase "im?"
I shook my head. The thief was gone with his gains, but he had left behind something far more precious to me: a magic stone!
When I returned to our tent and showed it to the others, I could not miss the look of envy on their faces.
"That there is a Waystone," said Antonius at last. "Heard of "em but never seen one before."
"Look after it well, boy," said Scipio. "It could fetch a penny or two. Want to sell it?"
I shook my head.