ggk.thelionsofal-rassan-第3章

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　　The　man's　relief　was　evident；　but　then　a　familiar　hesitation　appeared。　〃Doctor；　forgive　me。　We　have　no　money　to　spare　for　a　private　consultation。〃
　　Jehane　grimaced。　Probably　not　a　convert　then；　sorely　burdened　by　the　taxes　but　refusing　to　surrender　his　worship　of　the　sun…god；　Jad。　Who　was　she；　however；　to　question　religious　scruples？　Nearly　a　third　of　her　own　earnings　went　to　the　Kindath　tax；　and　she　would　never　have　called　herself　religious。　Few　doctors　were。　Pride；　on　the　other　hand；　was　another　matter。　The　Kindath　were　the　Wanderers；　named　for　the　two　moons　traversing　the　night　sky　among　the　stars；　and　as　far　as　Jehane　was　concerned；　they　had　not　travelled　so　far；　through　so　many　centuries；　only　to　surrender　their　long　history　here　in　Al…Rassan。　If　a　Jaddite　felt　the　same　about　his　god；　she　could　understand。
　　〃We　will　deal　with　the　matter　of　payment　when　the　time　es。　For　the　moment；　the　question　is　whether　the　child　will　need　to　be　bled；　and　I　cannot　very　well　do　that　here　in　the　marketplace。〃
　　She　heard　a　ripple　of　laughter　from　someone　standing　by　the　booth。　She　ignored　that；　made　her　voice　more　gentle。　Kindath　physicians　were　known　to　be　the　most　expensive　in　the　peninsula。　As　well　we　should　be；　Jehane　thought。　We　are　the　only　ones　who　know　anything。　It　was　wrong　of　her；　though；　to　chide　people　for　concerns　about　cost。　〃Never　fear。〃　She　smiled　up　at　the　leather　worker。　〃I　will　not　bleed　both　you　and　the　boy。〃
　　More　general　laughter　this　time。　Her　father　had　always　said　that　half　the　task　of　doctors　was　to　make　the　patient　believe　in　them。　A　certain　kind　of　laughter　helped；　Jehane　had　found。　It　conveyed　a　sense　of　confidence。　〃Be　sure　you　know　both　the　moons　and　the　Higher　Stars　of　his　birth　hour。　If　I　am　going　to　draw　blood　I'll　want　to　work　out　a　time。〃
　　〃My　wife　will　know；〃　the　man　whispered。　〃Thank　you。　Thank　you；　doctor。〃
　　〃Tomorrow；〃　she　said　crisply。
　　Velaz　reappeared　from　the　back　with　the　medicine；　gave　it　to　the　man；　and　took　away　her　flask　to　empty　it　into　the　pail　beside　the　counter。　The　leather　worker　paused　beside　him；　nervously　giving　directions　for　the　morrow。
　　〃Who's　next？〃　Jehane　asked；　looking　up　again。
　　There　were　a　great　many　of　King　Almalik's　mercenaries　in　the　market　now。　The　blond　northern　giants　from　far…off　Karch　or　Waleska　and；　even　more　oppressively；　Muwardi　tribesmen　ferried　across　the　straits　from　the　Majriti　sands；　their　faces　half…veiled；　dark　eyes　unreadable；　except　when　contempt　showed　clearly。
　　Almost　certainly　this　was　a　deliberate　public　display　by　Cartada。　There　were　probably　soldiers　strolling　all　through　town；　under　orders　to　be　seen。　She　belatedly　remembered　hearing　that　the　prince　had　arrived　two　days　ago　with　five　hundred　men。　Far　too　many　soldiers　for　a　ceremonial　visit。　You　could　take　a　small　city　or　launch　a　major　raid　across　the　tagra…the　no…man's…land…with　five　hundred　good　men。
　　They　needed　soldiers　here。　The　current　governor　of　Fezana　was　a　puppet　of　Almalik's；　supported　by　a　standing　army。　The　mercenary　troops　were　here　ostensibly　to　guard　against　incursions　from　the　Jaddite　kingdoms；　or　brigands　troubling　the　countryside。　In　reality　their　presence　was　the　only　thing　that　kept　the　city　from　rising　in　revolt　again。　And　now；　of　course；　with　a　new…built　wing　in　the　castle　there　would　be　more　of　them。
　　Fezana　had　been　a　free　city　from　the　fall　of　the　Khalifate　until　seven　years　ago。　Freedom　was　a　memory；　anger　a　reality　now；　they　had　been　taken　in　Cartada's　second　wave　of　expansion。　The　siege　had　lasted　half　a　year；　then　someone　had　opened　the　Salos　Gate　to　the　army　outside　one　night　as　winter　was　ing；　with　its　enforced　end　to　the　siege。　They　never　learned　who　the　traitor　was。　Jehane　remembered　hiding　with　her　mother　in　the　innermost　room　of　their　home　in　the　Kindath　Quarter；　hearing　screams　and　the　shouts　of　battle　and　the　crackle　of　fire。　Her　father　had　been　on　the　other　side　of　the　walls；　hired　by　the　Cartadans　a　year　before　to　serve　as　physician　to　Almalik's　army；　such　was　a　doctor's　life。　Ironies　again。
　　Human　corpses；　crawling　with　flies；　had　hung　from　the　walls　above　this　gate　and　the　other　five　for　weeks　after　the　taking　of　the　city；　the　smell　hovering　over　fruit　and　vegetable　stalls　like　a　pestilence。
　　Fezana　became　part　of　the　rapidly　growing　kingdom　of　Cartada。　So；　already；　had　Lonza；　and　Aljais；　even　Silvenes　itself；　with　the　sad；　plundered　ruins　of　the　Al…Fontina。　So；　later；　did　Seria　and　Ardeno。　Now　even　proud　Ragosa　on　the　shores　of　Lake　Serrana　was　under　threat；　as　were　Elvira　and　Tudesca　to　the　south　and　southwest。　In　the　fragmented　Al…Rassan　of　the　petty…kings；　Almalik　of　Cartada　was　named　the　Lion　by　the　poets　of　his　court。
　　Of　all　the　conquered　cities；　it　was　Fezana　that　rebelled　most　violently：　three　times　in　seven　years。　Each　time　Almalik's　mercenaries　had　e　back；　the　blond　ones　and　the　veiled　ones；　and　each　time　flies　and　carrion　birds　had　feasted　on　corpses　spread…eagled　on　the　city　walls。
　　But　there　were　other　ironies；　keener　ones；　of　late。　The　fierce　Lion　of　Cartada　was　being　forced　to　acknowledge　the　presence　of　beasts　equally　dangerous。　The　Jaddites　of　the　north　might　be　fewer　in　number　and　torn　amongst　themselves；　but　they　were　not　blind　to　opportunity。　For　two　years　now　Fezana　had　been　paying　tribute　money　to　King　Ramiro　of　Valledo。　Almalik　had　been　unable　to　refuse；　not　if　he　wanted　to　avoid　the　risk　of　war　with　the　strongest　of　the　Jaddite　kings　while　policing　the　cities　of　his　fractious　realm；　dealing　with　the　outlaw　bands　that　roamed　the　southern　hills；　and　with　King　Badir　of　Ragosa　wealthy　enough　to　hire　his　own　mercenaries。
　　Ramiro　of　Valledo　might　rule　a　rough　society　of　herdsmen　and　primitive　villagers；　but　it　was　also　a　society　organized　for　war；　and　the　Horsemen　of　Jad　were　not　to　be　trifled　with。　Only　the　might　of　the　khalifs　of　Al…Rassan；　supreme　in　Silvenes　for　three　hundred　years；　had　sufficed　to　conquer　most　of　the　peninsula　and　confine　the　Jaddites　to　the　north…and　that　confining　had　demanded　raid　after　raid　through　the　high　plateaus　of　the　no…man's…land；　and　not　every　raid　had　been　successful。
　　If　the　three　Jaddite　kings　ever　stopped　warring　amongst　each　other；　brother　against　uncle　against　brother；　Jehane　thought；　Cartada's　conquering　Lion…along　with　all　the　lesser　kings　of　Al…Rassan…might　be　muzzled　and　gelded　soon　enough。
　　Which　would　not　necessarily　be　a　good　thing　at　all。
　　One　more　irony；　bitterness　in　the　taste　of　it。　It　seemed　she　had　to　hope　for　the　survival　of　the　man　she　hated　as　no　other。　All　winds　might　bring　rain　for　the　Kindath；　but　here　among　the　Asharites　of　Al…Rassan　they　had　acceptance　and　a　place。　After　centuries　of　wandering　the　earth　like　their　moons　through　heaven；　that　meant　a　great　deal。　Taxed　heavily；　bound　by　restrictive　laws；　they　could　nonetheless　live　freely；　seek　their　fortunes；　worship　as　they　wished；　both　the　god　and　his　sisters。　And　some　among　the　Kindath　had　risen　high　indeed　among　the　courts　of　the　petty…kings。
　　No　Kindath　were　high　in　the　counsels　of　the　Children　of　Jad　in　this　peninsula。　Hardly　any　of　them　were　left　in　the　north。　History…and　they　had　a　long　history…had　taught　the　Kindath　that　they　might　be　tolerated　and　even　weled　among　the　Jaddites　when　times　were　prosperous　and　peaceful；　but　when　the　skies　darkened；　when　the　rain　winds　came；　the　Kindath　became　Wanderers　again。　They　were　exiled；　or　forcibly　converted；　or　they　died　in　the　lands　where　the　sun…god　held　sway。
　　Tribute…the　parias…was　collected　by　a　party　of　northern　horsemen　twice　a　year。　Fezana　was　expensively　engaged　in　paying　the　price　of　being　too　near　to　the　tagra　lands。
　　The　poets　were　calling　the　three　hundred　years　of　the　Khalifate　a　Golden　Age　now。　Jehane　had　heard　the　songs　and　the　spoken　verses。　In　those　vanished　days；　however　people　might　have　chafed　at　the　absolute　power　or　the　extravagant　splendor　of　the　court　at　Silvenes；　with　the　wadjis　in　their　temples　bemoaning　decadence　and　sacrilege；　in　the　raiding　season　the　ancient　roads　to　the　north　had　witnessed　the　passage　of　the　massed　armies　of　Al…Rassan；　and　then　their　return　with　plunder　and　slaves。
　　No　unified　army　went　north　into　the　no…man's…land　now；　and　if　the　steppes　of　th