“Gadak—?"
He shook his head, stunned, when he was told.
So we took our fleet of skyships off to Zy. Seg and Inch had simply stolen the huge vessels. What the emperor would say did not worry them. He had been mean with Drak, saying that what consequence was it to him of a struggle in some distant and forgotten sea around the world? I promised to sort him out when we returned to Vallia. And before I could do that the Apushniad must be removed. I recalled the scarlet and golden Gdoinye, and the white Savanti dove. Vast forces moved behind the scenes here, supernatural powers that sought to control our lives, and I felt a hint of evasiveness, a suggestion of a lack of full control. I wanted to see Zena Iztar again; but she made no occult appearance. And so we flew to Zy.
You may well imagine the carryings-on in the skyships as our old friends rejoiced. It had been a long time. The news! The events that had passed on Kregen—well, all will be told in due time, as they fit into the jigsaw of motives and events of my life on Kregen under the Suns of Scorpio.
The Krozairs of Zy had been apprised of our coming and awaited us in the Outer Hall, for so many with me were not Krozairs. Pur Kazz, the Grand Archbold, sat on the Ombor Throne, for that was proper. The Krozairs sat ranked in their stalls along one side and my people sat on the other. If it came to a fight I would not like to predict the outcome. I most certainly felt torn. But a few four-armed Djangs, and Hap's Clansmen, and the Archers of Valka, and the Blue Mountain Boys, and—well, the Krozairs of Zy are renowned warriors, and I feel that had we come to handstrokes a Kregan Gotterdammerung would have ensued. Pride is a fearful thing. I determined to remain cool. It was a good intention.
Pur Zenkiren, vastly recovered and almost back to his old self, greeted me kindly. “Pur Kazz is sick, Dray. He has ordered certain things that I, for one, cannot approve of. I think you may find support—if your cause is just."
“I did not answer the Call because I was unable to do so. I take my vows as a Krzy far too seriously to lie about them. I was not able to answer the Call, and after I have told Delia, you will be the first to hear what, I fear, you may not believe."
Then he said something that rocked me.
“I have talked with Zena Iztar. She is a remarkable woman. She tells me she works for Zair."
I gaped at him like any onker. He went on quickly to tell me that Zena Iztar confirmed my inability to answer the Azhurad. From what he said I understood he did not know the full extent of Zena Iztar's supernatural powers—that I had not been on Kregen at the time of the Call. But he was fully aware that some of the mysticism of the Krozairs—of which I do not speak—had revealed itself.
The adjudicator sat on his throne. Pur Kazz, on the Ombor Throne—the genuine one moved here, for there is only the one—leaned over and spoke to the adjudicator and the proceedings opened.
'This is a preliminary hearing,” said the adjudicator. Well, of course. The Krzy would not settle so important a matter with so many non-Krozairs present. If I could win here, then the final hearing in the Hall of Judgment should also be won. But not necessarily. The case was put afresh.
“You, Dray Prescot, Apushniad, stand condemned on two counts. It is known that it is impossible for a living Brother not to hear the Call. If you did hear and did not come, you stand condemned. If you did not hear, you were never fully a Krzy, you were never pure enough of spirit, your ib remained befouled, and you stand very properly condemned Apushniad."
“Ib-befoulment cannot be proved against me. I have worked for Zair. There are witnesses.” I detested this crawling and pleading; but I wanted to go home. “I pretended to turn renegade and serve the vile Grodnims and their evil Grodno. Thus in the end perished this Zair-forsaken king Genod."
“All that is very well!” screeched down Pur Kazz. I glared at him. I felt very differently from the dazed wretch who had stood under his enmity in the Hall of Judgment. The terrible scar down his face drew his mouth into a cruel grimace. His eyes gleamed in the lamplight like two feral leem's eyes. I felt sorry for him. But if he stopped me, as he apparently still intended, I must deal with him. Once, he had been a fine Krzy. “You are condemned and no man here will alter that. I will not allow it, not allow such blasphemy.” His voice rose still higher, screeching like steel across metal, and he lapsed into an unintelligible screech. I believe at that point I realized I would win this just fight.
I will not go into all the tortuous arguments. Casuistry is a high art among the Krozairs. I based my claim on deeds open to all. I offered the instance of the clearing of the Grodnims from the southern shore, a process still proceeding but all too plainly about to finalize successfully for the Zairians.
“Impious braggart!” shouted Kazz. “You claim this great work is your doing, when the thanks go to Zair?"
“I helped,” I said. I heard the growls from my people and I hoped they wouldn't break out. At least, not yet.
Pur Zenkiren said, “I speak for the Apushniad. He has accomplished much. I would give him the High Jikai!"
“Aye!” bellowed my people. “Dray Prescot! Hai Jikai!"
“If they do not behave they will be ejected,” snarled Kazz.
Of them all it had to be Korf Aighos who laughed. I wondered how much loot he had stuffed into his sacks, the great reiver.
The arguments went on. It was becoming clear to all that Pur Kazz, while still retaining his mystical authority as Grand Archbold, was in very truth a sick man. The wound across his face had driven deep into his mind as well as his body. And yet he was the Grand Archbold, and he owed the allegiance of the Krozairs for his position, and his near-divine ordinances must be obeyed. No one there would cross him.
I detested, as I say, what I was slowly being forced to do. In good times a maniacal Grand Archbold may be tolerated. But in times of war and stress, a man is needed at the helm who may hold total affection from Krozairs as well as total authority. Krozairs may not be driven by the whip, to shouts of “Grak."
So I began a new tack in the arguments. I reiterated that I had been unable to answer the Call, and then went on subtly to gnaw away at the position of Pur Kazz himself. I cited his rages, his incoherences. I said that Pur Zenkiren through his great knowledge of the Mysteries knew I spoke the truth, that all who knew the truth knew I did not lie. The Krozairs remained very quiet. My people, too, remained reasonably quiet.
I said, harshly, “Pur Kazz has been wounded. The sword that struck his face struck through to his ib. He is no longer one of us. He is Makib! Makib! He is unfit to hold the high office! The supreme man who should have held the high office of Grand Archbold was foisted off, was betrayed. Now he should receive the high due he deserves. It is Pur Zenkiren who should be Grand Archbold!"
My people were not slow to take up the call, and the yells of Pur Zenkiren for Grand Archbold racketed out as though we shouted for our favorite riders in the zorca races.
Pur Zenkiren flung me a startled look. He stood up and somehow silence returned.
“It is not fitting that such grave matters be discussed in the Outer Hall. These are weighty things. You speak aright, Dray Prescot, and yet I will not speak for myself."
At this Pur Kazz foamed and raved and tried to speak and only produced an eerie gargling. The poor devil was mad, right enough; Makib; insane through no fault of his. But he was not the man to hold down the supreme post of Grand Archbold. The other Krozairs saw this, and yet could do nothing.
So Pur Kazz and I fronted each other.
I just hoped none of my men would shaft the onker.
The final stroke seized him as the adjudicator, alarmed, rose to suspend the proceedings. Pur Kazz, foam around his mouth like the foam as a chunkrah runs itself to death, flopped over the side of the Ombor Throne. He was dying as his aides reached him. In a last moment of lucidity, he said, “Krozair! I am a Krozair of Zy!” Then he died, and, despite all, I was sorry for the poor devil.
After that we adjourned to the Hall of Judgment, where only Krozair Brothers might v
enture.
I will not detail the events there, for, although I was in the right, the means I had used to prove my point did not exactly make me feel pride. In the event, Pur Zenkiren was unanimously elected Grand Archbold, and I was purged of the Apushniad. Once again I was a Krozair of Zy. Then I set forth my son Jaidur, Jaidur of Valka, Prince of Vallia, also known as Vax Neemusbane, for election. He had completed his training. Again, unanimously, Jaidur was elected and ordained. The ceremony would take place later. For now, Jaidur was a Krzy.
When I told Delia she was pleased.
“When you went away, Dray, and I will tell you of that later, Drak was mad to join the Krozairs, as you had instructed. So I sent Segnik there very young. And he—"
“He will stay in the Eye of the World and become the king of Zandikar. Later on he will mature. Now he is obsessed."
“Yes, Dray. And Jaidur, too, wanted to go—and—"
“I would have liked him to be named for Inch."
She looked up at me. We stood on the high outer terrace of the sacred Isle of Zy. Our friends laughed and sang and drank within hail. She said, “But he is. Inch is only Inch's use-name. Jaidur is Jaidur's use-name. Their real name is the same and is known only to them."
I nodded. It was right.
“You have done what you said you would do.” She leaned close.
“Yes, my heart. And I will tell you what I should have told you seasons and seasons ago. But only when we are safe in Esser Rarioch."
“And what of Nath and Zolta?"
“They seem to get on well with the other rascals. I think they might relish a visit home.” I held her to me. “And Lela and Dayra?"
“They are about their business. The Sisters of the Rose make demands very like your famous Krozairs of Zy."
“Hai!” I said, and I laughed. “But although we have won through against great peril, there is a thing we must do yet."
“Yes. You are a Krozair again, and I am happy. This inner sea is a wonderful place; but I yearn for Vallia!"
“Drak is anxious to return to Vallia. He tells me there are forces at work your father would do well to take notice of. And—"
“Hush, dear heart! The stars shine and the breeze is soft and all the problems of Vallia can wait a while."
“Yet will I call Grogor, who is a renegade and should be chopped for it, and yet who tried to help our daughter Velia."
“Yes—you will tell me of this Gafard?"
“I will."
“Did you know that when Seg heard this king Zo in Sanurkazz had you on his list of infamy, Seg said—did you know?"
“No.” But I could imagine.
“Seg just stroked one of his terrible steel-tipped arrows and said, ‘If this onker, King Zo, does not rub my old dom's name from his damned list we shall have to pay him a visit.’ And, dear heart, he meant it!"
“Oh, aye,” I said. “That would be like Seg Segutorio."
“And Inch said his great ax was feeling dry again."
“Let us forget everything for tonight,” I said, holding my Delia. She lifted her face to me, rosy in the streaming pink moons-light, for the Maiden with the Many Smiles and She of the Veils smiled down on our foolishness.
“Yes, my heart,” said my Delia of the Blue Mountains, my Delia of Delphond.
“Although,” I told her as, our arms about each other, we went into the chamber prepared for us, “we must take that great rogue Grogor and go to Green Magdag of the Megaliths and there find our granddaughter, Didi, and bring her home with us."
“Yes. Do you think Gafard would have liked that—for I know Velia would have longed for it."
“I think Gafard would,” I said, and turned to close the shutters. I thought I caught a hint of lambent blueness beyond the window.
* * *
A Glossary to the Krozair Cycle of the Saga of Dray Prescot
References to the three books of the cycle are given as:
TIK: Tides of Kregen
REK: Renegade of Kregen
KRK: Krozair of Kregen
NB: Previous glossaries will be found in Volume 5: Prince of Scorpio; Volume 7: Arena of Antares; Volume 11: Armada of Antares.
A
Alley of a Thousand Bangles: jewelry alley in Magdag where Prescot received the poison from the king's conspirators. (rek)
Andapon, Captain: master of the Menaham argenter Chavonth of Mem in which Prescot and Duhrra attempted to leave the inner sea. (rek)
Appar: place in Proconia. The Battle of Appar halted Grodnim aggression at the eastern end of the inner sea.
Apushniad: ejection in disgrace from the Orders of Krozairs.
Arsenal of the Jikgernus: imposing military warehouse for the swifters in Magdag.
Athgar the Neemu: ferocious Kataki fought by Vax in the Hyr Jikordur. (krk)
Azhurad: the Call summoning Krozairs in times of emergency.
B
Bane of Grodno: term of vituperation given by Grodnims to the Krozairs of Zair.
Battle of Pynzalo: in which King Genod's new army commanded by Gafard defeated a Zairian host.
black lotus flowers of Hodan-Set: legendary flowers of evil.
Black Spider Caves of Gratz: a Kregan hell.
Blood of Dag: a bright green wine of Magdag.
Blue Cloud: a high-quality sectrix given to Prescot by Gafard. (rek)
Bright Brilliance of Genodras, the Palace of: chief palace of King Genod in Magdag broken from the ib: a ghost.
Buzro's Magic Staff: a Zairian oath.
C
Chavinter: a small class of swifter.
Chavonth of Mem: a Menaham argenter. (rek)
“Chuktar with the Glass Eye, The": a rollicking Zairian song.
Cottmer's Caverns: a Kregan hell, possibly part of the Ice Floes of Sicce.
Crazmoz: small town on River of Golden Smiles, home of Duhrra.
crickle nut: rich nut with wrinkled brown shell.
crimson faril: beloved of the Red; Zairian term for gentleman.
Crimson Magodont: new name of Green Magodont, a fine swifter.
crooked mur, a: for a few moments.
D
Dak: an old man, over two hundred years old, who fought gallantly and was slain trying to protect his lord, a Red Brother of the Red Brethren of Jikmarz Prescot took the name Dak in all honor, during his time of Apushniad.
Dag, River: on the delta of the River Dag stands Magdag.
Dayra: daughter of Delia and Prescot; twin to Jaidur.
dernun savvy? Capish? do you understand? Not very polite.
“Destiny of the Fishmonger of Magdag, The": a cheerfully insulting Zairian song
Didi: daughter of Velia and Gafard; granddaughter of Delia and Prescot. Hidden safely in Guamelga by Gafard.
Drig's Lanterns: will-o'-the-wisp.
Dolan the Bow: an archer of Zandikar who joined forces with Prescot.
Duhrra: a massively built wrestler who lost his right hand. Dubbed “Duhrra of the Days” by Prescot. Hails from Crazmos. An oar-comrade to Prescot and to Vax.
dwabur: measurement of length, approximately five miles.
F
Fazhan ti Rozilloi: ship-Hikdar (first lieutenant) in Crimson Magodont; an oar-comrade to Prescot.
Felteraz: a harbor, town, fortress, and estate a few dwaburs east of Sanurkazz. A spot of exceptional beauty. Home of Mayfwy. Fenzerdrin: peninsula of the southern shore of the inner sea northwest of Sanurkazz.
flibre: remarkably light and strong wood used in swifters.
Fragrant Incense, Palace of: royal palace of Zandikar.
G
Gadak: name given to Prescot, as Dak, in Magdag.
Gafard: Rog of Guamelga, the King's Striker, Prince of the Central Sea, the Reducer of Zair, Sea Zhantil, Ghittawrer of Genod, etc. King Genod's favorite. Son-in-law to Prescot; husband of Velia of Vallia. Renegade.
Gashil: Grodnim patron spirit of footpads.
Genod: King Genod Gannius, son of Gahan Gannius and Valima of Mal
ig. Genius at war; made himself king of Magdag. His parents were saved from death by Prescot on his third visit to Kregen, at the command of the Star Lords.
Genodder: shortsword invented by King Genod.
gernu: Grodnim form of jernu—lord.
Ghittawrer: Grodnim approximation to Krozair.
Ghittawrers of Genod: a Green Brotherhood founded by King Genod.
Glycas: a prince of Magdag; vied with Gafard for king's favor.
Golden Chavonth: dekares swifter commanded by Pur Zeg, Krzy.
Golden Smiles, River of: on which stands Sanurkazz.
Goyt: Grodnim spirit much used in oaths.
Green Brotherhood: Orders of Grodnim chivalry in imitation of the Red Brotherhoods of Zair.
Green Magodont: Magdaggian swifter in which Prescot was oar-slave. (krk)
gray ones: eerie spirits who greet the traveler to the Ice Floes of Sicce.
Grodno: the deity of the green sun Genodras.
Grogor: Jiktar; second in command to Gafard.
Grom: Grodnim form of Zairian Ztrom—Strom, count.
Grotal the Reducer: horrific Grodnim spirit of destruction.
Guamelga: city and province north of Magdag on River Dag. Gafard was its Rog.
H
Hall of Judgment: small chamber in rock of Isle of Zy where trials are held and judgments given.
Hammer of Retribution: used to smash the sword of a Krozair declared Apushniad.
hebra: four-legged saddle-animal of North Turismond.
hlamek: sand scarf and face protector of South Zairia.
Horn of Azhurad: a device deep within the Isle of Zy used to send out the Call to summon the Krozairs.
huliper pie: a sailors’ delicacy of Magdag.
Hyr Jikordur: rules and ritual of challenge and combat in duels.
I
Iangle: Grodnim spirit of sword-fighters.
Ilkenesk, Mountains of: mountain range of South Zairia.
Irwin: Irwin W. Emerson, a Savapim who fought in the Siege of Zandikar. (krk)
Island of Pliks: tiny island of the inner sea where Prescot and his men learned Zandikar lay under siege.
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