Wilbur Smith - C11 Blue Horizon

by C11 Blue Horizon(Lit)

  "No! Now!" said George.

  "Don't be a pest," said Jim.

  "Georgie baby, come to Mama," said Louisa.

  George ignored both his parents. "Now, Wepity, now!" he said again, his voice rising. Sarah reached into the pocket of her apron and brought out a piece of shortbread. She showed it to him under the table. For the moment George lost all interest in Verity, dropped on to all fours, and shot among their feet to snatch the bribe out of his grandmother's hand.

  "You have a wonderful way with children, Sarah Courtney." Tom grinned at her. "Just spoil 'em rotten, an't that so?"

  "I learned the art from dealing with you," she answered tartly. "For you are the greatest baby of all."

  "Will you two stop squabbling for a moment? You're worse than Georgie by far," Dorian told them. "There's an empire at stake and all our lives at risk, while you are playing at being doting grandparents."

  Verity raised her voice and took up from where she had been interrupted, and they all became serious again. At last she read out bin Shibam's final salutation to his Caliph. '"Majesty, may God grant you victory and glory. I shall wait with all the tribes to welcome you when you return to us."

  Tom broke the silence at last. "Can we trust this fellow? How did he find out so much?"

  "Yes, brother, we can trust him," Dorian replied. "I do not know how he has come by this news, I only know that if bin-Shibam says it is so, then it must be true."

  "In that case we cannot remain here to be attacked by an overwhelming fleet of war-dhows crammed with battle-hardened Omani troops. We will have to move on."

  "Do not even think it, Tom Courtney," said Sarah. "I have spent my whole married life on the move. This is my home, and this creature Zayn al-Din will not drive me out of it. I am staying here."

  "Woman, will you not listen to reason for once in your life?"

  "I hate to take sides in such a domestic furore," Dorian took his pipe out of his mouth and smiled at them fondly, 'but Sarah is right. We will never be able to run far enough to escape the wrath of Zayn and the men with him. Their enmity will encompass oceans and continents."

  Tom frowned darkly and tugged at one large ear. Then he sighed. "Maybe you're right, Dorry. The hatred they bear this family goes back too far. Sooner or later we must stand and face them."

  "We will never have such an opportunity presented to us again," Dorian went on. "Bin-Shibam has given us Zayn al-Din's complete battle plan. Zayn will come to fight us on our own ground. When he disembarks his army it will be at the end of a voyage of two thousand

  leagues. He will have only those of his horses that have survived the rig ours of the journey. We, on the other hand, will be prepared, our men rested, armed and well mounted." Dorian laid his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Believe me, Tom, this is our best chance and probably the only one we will get."

  "You think like a warrior," Tom conceded, 'while I think like a merchant. I relinquish command to you. The rest of us, Jim and Louisa, Mansur and Verity, will follow your orders. I would like to say the same for my dear wife, but following orders has never been one of her strengths."

  "Very well, Tom, I accept the task. We have but a little time to lay our plans," Dorian said, 'and will need to take advantage of every minute of it. My first concern will be to survey the field, to pick out those areas where we are strongest and avoid those where we are weakest."

  Tom nodded approval. He liked the way Dorian had so swiftly taken the reins. "Go on, brother. We are all listening."

  Dorian spoke through puffs of tobacco smoke. "We know from bin Shibam that when Zayn brings his ships into the lagoon and bombards the fort, it will be a diversion. The main force under Koots's command will land on the coast and march overland to surround us and prevent us breaking out to retreat inland. What we have to do first is find the most likely spot for Koots to land, then survey the route he will be forced to take to reach the fort."

  The next day Dorian and Tom went on board the Revenge and sailed in a northerly direction along the coast. They stood together at the chart table, studying the coastline as it passed, refreshing their memories as to all the salient features.

  "Koots must try to land as close to the fort as possible. Every mile he is forced to march will compound his difficulties ten times over," Dorian muttered.

  This was a dangerous, treacherous coast: the steeply shelving beaches and rocky headlands were exposed to a high surf and open to sudden gales. Nativity Bay was almost the only secure harbour within a hundred miles. The one other possible landing was at the mouth of a large river, which ran into the sea only a few miles north of the entrance to Nativity Bay. The local tribes called this river Umgeni. Large war-dhows would not be able to negotiate the shallow bar at the entrance, but smaller boats could do so with ease.

  That is where Koots will land," Dorian told Tom with finality. "In his longboats, he could send five hundred men up the river in a few hours."

  Tom nodded. "However, once he got them ashore, they would still race a march of many miles through rugged country to reach the fort."

  "We had best find out just how rugged it really is," Dorian said, and he put the Revenge about and they sailed back southwards, keeping as close inshore as the wind and tide would allow. They stood at the starboard rail and studied the shore through their telescopes.

  There was a continuous sweep of beach all the way, sugary brown sands pounded by an unremitting surf. "If they stuck to the beach, carrying their own armour, weapons and supplies, they would make heavy weather of marching through that deep sand," Tom opined. "What is more they would be vulnerable for the whole march to the cannonade of our ships."

  "Added to which is that, if he is trying to surprise us, Koots would never send them along the open beach. He knows we would spot such a large force at once. He must detour inland," Dorian decided. Tell me, brother, the bush above the beach seems impenetrable. Is it really so?"

  "It is very thick, but not impenetrable," Tom told him. "Also there are marshy and swampy areas. The bush is infested with buffalo and rhino, and the swamps are filled with crocodile. However, there are game paths along a ridge of slightly higher ground that runs parallel to the shore, about two cables' length inland from the beach. It remains dry and firm at all seasons and states of the tide."

  "Then we must go over the ground carefully and mark that path," Dorian said, and they sailed back into the bay. The following morning, accompanied by Jim and Mansur, they rode along the beach until they reached the mouth of the Umgeni river.

  "That was easy going." Mansur checked his pocket watch. "We covered the ground in less than three hours."

  "That may be so. But the enemy will be marching on foot, not mounted," Jim pointed out, 'and we will have them in easy grapeshot range from the ships."

  "Yes," Dorian acknowledged. "Tom and I have already agreed that they must move inland. We want to scout that route now."

  They followed the south bank of the Umgeni river upstream for a mile or so until it entered the hills and the banks became steep and high, making the going difficult even for their small party.

  "No, they will not come this far inland. They will be trying to invest the fort with all the speed they can. They must cut through the littoral swamps," Dorian decided.

  They returned downstream, and Jim pointed out the beginning of the low causeway through the swamps. The trees along it were taller than the surrounding forest. They left the river, and headed towards it. Almost immediately the horses plunged into the black mud of the mangrove swamps. They were forced to dismount and lead them through

  until they reached the ridge of firmer ground. Even here there were potholes of treacherous mud hidden under an innocuous-seeming scum of green slime. The bush grew so densely that the horses were unable to force their way through. The twisted stems of ancient milk wood trees formed serried ranks like armoured warriors and their branches hung down and entwined with the amatimgoola shrub, whose long, sturdy thorns could pierce the leather of the
ir boots and inflict deep, painful wounds.

  They were forced to move along the game paths that crisscrossed this jungle, which were nothing more than narrow tunnels of vegetation forged by buffalo and rhinoceros. The thorny roofs were so low that again they were forced to dismount and lead the horses. Even then they had to stoop and the thorns rasped on their empty saddles, scoring the leather. The mosquitoes and biting midges rose in black clouds from the mud holes and swarmed around their sweating faces, crawling into their ears and nostrils.

  "When Kadem and Koots drew up their battle plan, neither of them had tried to march through this." Tom lifted his hat and mopped his face and shiny pate.

  "We can make him pay for every yard in heavy coin," Jim said. Until now, he had been silent since they left the beach. "In here it will all be close work, hand to hand. Bows and spears will have the advantage over muskets and cannon."

  "Bows and spears?" Dorian demanded, with sudden interest. "Who will wield them?"

  "My good friend and brother in blood and war, King Beshwayo and his bloodthirsty savages," said Jim proudly.

  Tell me about him," Dorian ordered.

  "It's a long story, Uncle. It will have to wait until we get back to the fort. That is, if we can ever find our way home through this hellish tangle."

  That evening, after dinner, all the family remained in the refectory. Sarah stood behind Tom's chair with one arm draped over his shoulder. At intervals she rubbed the mosquito bites on his bald pate. When she did that, he closed his eyes in quiet enjoyment. At the other end of the table Dorian sat with Mansur on one side of him and his hookah on the other.

  Verity had never looked upon herself as a domesticated creature, but since her arrival at Fort Auspice she had found a deep satisfaction in

  homemaking and caring for Mansur. She and Louisa, who were so different in nearly every way, had taken to each other from their first meeting. Now they moved quietly around the big room, clearing away the dinner dishes, serving endless cups of coffee to their menfolk, or coming to sit close to them and listen to their talk, from time to time adding their own opinions to the conversation. Louisa was well occupied with Master George. This was the time of the day that they all enjoyed most.

  Tell me about Beshwayo," Dorian ordered Jim, and he laughed,

  "Ah! You have not forgotten." He picked up his son from the floor and placed him comfortably in his lap. "You have raised enough hell for one day, my boy. Now I am going to tell a story," he said.

  "Story!" said George, and subsided at once. He laid his golden curls against Jim's shoulder, and thrust his thumb into his mouth.

  "After you and Mansur sailed away in the Revenge and the Sprite, Louisa and I loaded up our wagons and set off into the wilderness to look for elephant and try to make contact with the tribes so that we could open trade with them."

  "Jim makes it sound as though I went willingly," Louisa protested.

  "Come now, Hedgehog, be honest. You have been bitten by the wander bug as deeply as I have." Jim smiled. "But let me go on. I knew that there were many large war parties of Nguni coming down with their herds from the north."

  "How did you discover that?" Dorian demanded.

  "Inkunzi told me, and I sent Bakkat out far northwards to read the sign."

  "Bakkat I know well, of course. But Inkunzi? I only vaguely remember, the name."

  Then let me remind you, Uncle. Inkunzi was Queen Manatasee's chief herdsman. When I captured her cattle, he came with me rather than be parted from his beloved animals."

  "Of course! How could I ever forget it, Jim boy. Wonderful story."

  "Inkunzi and Bakkat guided us into the hinterland to find the other rampaging tribes of Nguni. Some were hostile and dangerous as nests of poisonous cobras or man-eating lions. We had a few scrapes with them, I can tell you. Then we came across Beshwayo."

  "Where did you find him?"

  "About two hundred leagues north-west of here," Jim explained. "He was bringing his tribe and all their cattle down the escarpment. Our meeting was most propitious. I had just come upon three big elephant bulls. I did not know that Beshwayo was spying upon us from a nearby hilltop. He had never seen mounted men or a musket before. For me it

  was a most fortunate hunt. I was able to drive the elephant out of the thick forest into the open grassland. There, I rode them down one after the other, with Bakkat loading and passing me the guns. I managed to kill all three within a two-mile gallop on Drumfire. From his lookout Beshwayo watched it all. Afterwards he told me that it had been his intention to attack the wagons and massacre us all, but having seen the way I shot and rode he decided against it. He's a forthright rascal, is King Beshwayo."

  "He's a terrifying monster of a man," Louisa corrected him. "That is why he and Jim get along so well together."

  "Not true." Jim chuckled. "It was not I who won him over. It was Louisa. He had never seen hair like hers, or anything to match this cub to whom she had just given birth. Beshwayo loves cattle and sons." They both looked down fondly at the child in his arms. George had not been able to stay the course. The comforting warmth of his father's body and the sound of his voice was always a powerful soporific and he had fallen into a deep sleep.

  "By this time I had learned enough of the Nguni language from Inkunzi, to be able to converse with Beshwayo. Once he had changed his warlike intentions, and prevented his warriors attacking the wagons, he set up his kraal close to us and we camped together for several weeks. I showed him the delights of cloth, glass beads, mirrors and the usual trifles of trade. These he enjoyed, but he was wary of our horses. Try as I might, I could not prevail on him to mount one. Beshwayo is fearless, except when invited to take part in equestrian activity. However, he was fascinated by the power of gunpowder, and I was required to demonstrate it to him at every opportunity, as if he needed further convincing after watching the elephant hunt."

  Louisa tried to lift George out of his father's arms and take him to his bed, but as she touched him he came fully awake and let out a bellow of protest. It took some minutes and the reassurances of the entire family to quieten him again to the point where Jim could resume his tale.

  "As we came to know each other better, Beshwayo confided in me that he was having his differences with another Nguni tribe called the Amahin. These were a cunning, unscrupulous bunch of rogues who had committed the unforgivable sin of stealing several hundred of Beshwayo's cattle. This sin was compounded by the fact that in the process they had murdered a dozen or so of his herd-boys, of whom two were his sons. Beshwayo had not yet been able to avenge his sons and recover his cattle because the Amahin were ensconced in an impregnable natural fortress, which the erosion of the ages had carved from the sheer

  wall of the escarpment face. Beshwayo offered me two hundred head of prime cattle if I would assist him to assault the fortress of the Amahin. I told him that as I now looked upon him as my friend, I would be pleased to fight alongside him without payment."

  "No payment, except the exclusive right of trade with his tribe," Louisa smiled softly, 'and the right to hunt ivory through all the king's domain, and a treaty of alliance in perpetuity."

  "Perhaps I should have said little payment, rather than none at all," Jim admitted, 'but let us not be pedantic. I took Smallboy and Muntu and the rest of my fellows and we rode with Beshwayo to the lair of the Amahin. I discovered that it was a massif of rock detached from the main escarpment and secured on all sides by sheer cliffs. The only avenue of approach was across a bridge of rock so narrow that it would allow the passage of only four men at a time. It was overlooked by the Amahin from the higher ground on the far side, and they were able to shower rocks, stones and poisoned arrows on any attackers who attempted to force the passage. Some hundred or so of Beshwayo's men had perished already, shot with poisoned arrows or their skulls crushed by rocks. I found a place on the face of the main escarpment from which my fellows were able to fire upon the defenders. The Amahin proved a doughty lot. Our musket balls served
to dampen their ardour a little, but did not prevent them sweeping the attackers off the exposed bridge way as soon as they ventured on to it."

  "I am certain that at this stage you conceived the solution to the insoluble, great military genius that you are." Mansur laughed, and Jim grinned back at him.

  "Not so, coz. I was at my wits' end, so naturally I did what we all do in these cases. I sent for my wife!" All three women applauded this gem of wisdom with such merry laughter that George was startled awake again and added his voice to the uproar. Louisa picked him up, helped him find his thumb and he collapsed back into oblivion.

  "I had never heard of a Roman testudo until Louisa explained it. She had read of it in Livy. Although many of Beshwayo's men carried shields of rawhide, their use was frowned upon by the king as unmanly. Each warrior fights as an individual and not as part of a formation, and in the moment of greatest danger he is wont to throw aside his shield and hurl himself unprotected upon his enemy, relying on the fury of his charge and his fearsome aspect to drive his enemy from the field and carry him through unscathed. Beshwayo was at first appalled by such cowardly tactics as we suggested. In his view only women hid behind shields. However, he was desperate to avenge his sons and retrieve his stolen cattle. His men learned swiftly how to overlap their shields and hold