“I am from Cho-Hien,” the Khitan began, “a small city-state on the borders of Vendhya. The lifeblood of Cho-Hien is trade, and its armies are small. It survives by balancing its larger, stronger neighbors one against another. Largest, strongest and most avaricious of Cho-Hien’s neighbors is Vendhya. Perhaps the land rots from within, as you say, but the ruling caste, the Kshatriyas, are fierce men with eyes for conquest. If those eyes turn to the north, they will fall first on Cho-Hien. Therefore Cho-Hien must keep the Kshatriyas’ gaze to the east, or to the west. A treaty with Turan, for instance, might mean that Kshatriyan ambitions would look not toward the Vilayet but toward Khitai. My tale, I fear, has no more point than yours but perhaps you found it entertaining.”
“Entertaining,” Conan agreed. “But a question occurs to me. Does Chin Kou share Kuie Hsi’s talents? That is,” he added with a smile, “if Kuie Hsi had any talents out of the ordinary.”
“Chin Kou’s sole talent is that she remembers and can repeat every word that she hears or reads. Beyond that she is merely a loving niece who comforts an aging man’s bones. Though now it seems she will comfort another.”
“That brings another question. Does Hasan know of this?”
“Of my fanciful tale? No.” A broad grin split the Khitan’s face. “But he knew what I was, as I knew what he was, before ever we reached the Himelias. He will make a fine addition to my family. For a foreigner. Now I will ask a question,” he added, the grin fading. “What do you intend concerning my fanciful tale?”
“A tale spun by a northlander and another spun by a Khitan merchant,” Conan said musingly. “Who in Turan would believe if I told them? And if they did, they would find ten other reasons for war, or near to war. For there to be true peace between Turan and Vendhya, the Vilayet will have to expand to swallow Secunderam, perhaps enough to separate the two lands for all time. Besides, true peace and true war alike are bad for smugglers.”
“You are not so simple as you claim, northlander.”
“Vendhya is still a strange land,” Conan replied with a laugh. “And one I must be leaving. Fare you well, Kang Hou of Cho-Hien.”
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e Khitan rose and bowed, though he was careful to keep his hands away from his sleeves. “Fare you well…Conan of Cimmeria.”
Conan laughed all the way to the horses. “Hordo,” he roared, “do we ride, or have you grown so old you have put down roots? Enam, to horse! And you, Shamil. Do you ride with us, or remain here like Hasan?”
“I have had my fill of travel and adventure,” Shamil replied earnestly. “I return to Sultanapur to become a fisherman. For fish!”
Vyndra pushed her way past the men scrambling into saddles and confronted Conan. “What of me?” she demanded.
“You do not wish to go to Turan,” Conan told her, “and you cannot remain in Vendhya. Except as Alyna’s…guest. Perhaps Kang Hou will take you to Cho-Hien.”
“Cho-Hien! Better Turan than that!”
“Since you have asked so nicely, if you keep me warm on the cold nights in the mountains, I will find a place for you dancing in a tavern in Sultanapur.”
Her cheeks colored, but she held out her arms for him to lift her to her saddle. As he did, though, she pressed herself against him briefly and whispered, “I would much rather dance for you alone.”
Conan handed her her reins and turned away, hiding a smile as he vaulted to his own saddle. There would be problems with this woman yet, but amusing ones he thought.
“What of the antidote?” Hordo asked. “And Ghurran?”
“I saw him,” Conan replied. “You might say he saved all of us with what he told me.” Ignoring the one-eyed man’s questioning look, he went on. “But are we to sit here until the Vendhyans put all our heads on pikes? Come! There’s a wench called Tasha waiting for me in Sultanapur.” And with a grin for Vyndra’s angry squawl, he booted his horse to a gallop, toward the mountains towering to the north.
Tor Books by Robert Jordan
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THE WHEEL OF TIME®
The preeminent fantasy epic of our era, created by Robert Jordan and completed by Brandon Sanderson.
The Eye of the World
The Great Hunt
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The Shadow Rising
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