With the sun above the horizon, Jebe moved slowly forward. His warriors had crept through the last of the darkness, moving stealthily to surround a valley where they could hear warriors and horses. The whinnying calls carried far in the bowl of hills, and Jebe had left forty mares in season well back, where they would not call to stallions.
The first light made the young general smile to see the terrain ahead. Warriors moved in dark smudges on the land, surrounded on all sides by slopes and crags. The shamans told stories of great stones hurtling from the stars and gouging valleys. This looked like such a place. Jebe spotted a prominent ridge where he could direct the flanking groups and used the tree cover to move toward it, always out of sight from those on the valley floor. He did not intend to take lives, only to show the Mongol tuman that he could have destroyed them. They would not forget the sight of his armed lines coming thundering down the slopes.
Jebe’s eyes were sharp over distance and he was pleased to see no sign of alarm in those he watched. They were clearly training and he could see a line of distant discs that could only be straw archery targets. Rank after rank galloped and shot their arrows at full speed before looping back for another try. Jebe chuckled as he heard the distant calls of Mongol horns.
With two senior men and two flag bearers, Jebe tied his reins to a pine tree and crouched, moving slowly to the ridge. For the last few paces, he approached on his stomach, worming forward until he could see the entire green valley. It was still too far to recognize the general, but Jebe nodded at the sharp formations as they wheeled and maneuvered. Whoever it was had trained his men well.
Half a mile away, Jebe saw a flash of red, gone as quickly as it had appeared on a high crag. His left flank had found themselves a slope they could ride, and they were ready. He waited for the right flank to do the same and his heart beat faster when a flag of blue flickered.
Something nagged at him then, spoiling his concentration. Where were the other scouts, the men who were meant to watch for exactly this sort of attack? The valley floor was vulnerable to any hostile force, and Jebe could not think of one of Genghis’s generals who would leave himself blind. His men had orders to disarm the scouts before they could sound their horns, but that was down to luck. Perhaps the sky father was watching over his endeavors this day, and the scouts had been taken in silence. He shook his head warily.
“Where are the scouts?” he muttered. The closest man to him was Palchuk, who had married Genghis’s sister, Temulun. Jebe had found him a solid choice, for all he suspected Genghis had broken his own rules to promote him.
“There is no large army close to this place,” Palchuk said, shrugging. “Perhaps they have brought the scouts further in.”
On the other side of the valley, Jebe saw a twinkle of light. The distance was too far for flags to be seen, but his man carried a piece of Chin glass and used it to reflect the sun. Jebe put aside his doubts and stood. A hundred paces behind the general lay two thousand men with their ponies beside them. The animals were well trained and hardly made a sound as the men removed their arms from the necks and allowed them to stand.
“Keep the bows in the saddle holders,” Jebe called. “We are training men, not killing them.”
Palchuk chuckled softly as he and Jebe mounted with the rest. They would charge on four fronts, converging in the center, where Jebe would meet the general. He reminded himself not to gloat when the man acknowledged him.
As Jebe raised his arm to give the order, he saw a red flash on the left, as if his flank were signaling again.
“What are they doing?” he said aloud. Before Palchuk could answer, men erupted from the ground on every side. Jebe’s warriors shouted in confusion as warriors stood up from shallow pits, holding drawn bows. They had waited through the last of the darkness in complete silence, covered in a thick layer of leaf mulch and dead pine needles. In just moments, more and more of them were aiming sharp arrows at Jebe as he turned his mount in amazement.
He saw Jochi come striding out from between the trees and threw his head back to laugh. The khan’s son did not reply until he had walked to Jebe’s stirrup. Jochi dropped his hand to the wolf’s-head sword.
“Your men are taken, General,” he said. “No one is coming and you are mine.” Only then did Jochi smile, and those closest surrounded Jebe, grinning evilly.
“I knew there should have been more scouts out,” Jebe said. Accepting the mood, he handed over his own sword. Jochi bowed to him and handed it back, his face bright with success. As Jebe watched in amusement, Jochi blew a long note on a scout’s horn that echoed across the valley. Far below, the warriors stopped their maneuvers and their cheering voices carried even to the heights.
“You are welcome in my camp, General,” Jochi said. “Will you ride down to the valley with me?”
Jebe bowed to the inevitable. He waited until Jochi’s men had put aside their weapons and horses had been brought up to the ridge.
“How did you know I would direct my men from here?” he asked Jochi.
The khan’s son shrugged. “It’s where I would have chosen.”
“And you were trained by Tsubodai,” Jebe replied wryly.
Jochi smiled, choosing not to mention the men he had hidden at four other places along the ridge. The hours of silent waiting had been damp and cold, but seeing Jebe’s expression when they stood up had made the discomfort worthwhile.
The two generals rode together down the slope to the valley, comfortable in each other’s presence.
“I have been giving thought to a name for my tuman,” Jochi said.
Jebe looked at him, raising his eyebrows.
“Tsubodai has his Young Wolves and it has a better ring than ‘Jochi’s warriors’ or ‘Jebe’s tuman,’ don’t you think?”
Jebe had witnessed this strange young man standing his ground when a tiger leapt at him. The striped skin lay under Jochi’s saddle and Jebe was uncomfortably aware of the rotting bearskin he sat upon. Jochi did not seem to have noticed it.
“Are you thinking of tigers or something of that sort?” Jebe said warily.
“Oh no, it doesn’t have to be an animal,” Jochi said, and then he did glance at the bearskin.
Jebe felt his cheeks flush and chuckled again. He liked this khan’s son, no matter what was said of him in the camps. Whether he was truly Genghis’s son or not, Jebe relaxed. He sensed none of the blustering arrogance he had seen in Chagatai, and it pleased him.
They had ridden down to where Jochi’s men waited in perfect squares. Jebe inclined his head to the officers, giving them honor in front of their men.
“They look dangerous enough,” Jebe said. “What about the ‘Iron Lance’?”
“Iron Lance,” Jochi repeated, testing the sound. “I like ‘Iron,’ but I have too few lances to make the name work. It wouldn’t seem right to make them retrain to fit the name.”
“ ‘Iron Horse’ then,” Jebe replied, caught up in the game. “They all have mounts, at least.”
Jochi reined in. “I like that! Tsubodai has the Young Wolves. I have the Iron Horse. Yes, it is very stirring.” He smiled as he spoke and suddenly both men were laughing, to the confusion of the officers around them.
“How did you know we were coming?” Jebe asked.
“I smelled that bearskin,” Jochi replied, setting them both off again.
Jochi’s men had hunted well and had meat enough for all Jebe’s warriors. Taking the lead from the two generals who sat together like old friends, the tumans mingled easily and the mood was light. Only the scouts stayed high on the hills, and this time Jochi sent men out for miles as he had every day of the training. He could not be surprised in his valley.
Jebe allowed his men to train with Jochi and spent most of the day discussing tactics and the terrain they had covered. He accepted Jochi’s offer to sleep in the makeshift camp, and it was not until the following dawn that he decided to leave. It had been a pleasant break from hard riding and trail rations. Jebe had eate
n well and Jochi had provided the last of a stock of airag for the senior men. Jochi had not once referred to the way he had surprised the other general on the heights, and Jebe knew he was in his debt. The men would be talking about it for months.
“I will leave you with your Iron Horse, General,” Jebe said as the sun rose. “Perhaps I will find a name for my own men in time.”
“I will think on it,” Jochi promised. For a moment, he lost his light manner.
“I have few friends, Jebe. Shall I call you one of them?”
Jebe did not reply at first. The khan’s son walked a hard path and he felt a chill at the thought of being caught between Genghis and this tall young man. Perhaps it was the debt he owed, or simply because he truly liked Jochi, but he had always been impulsive. With a quick gesture, he drew a knife and gashed his palm, holding it out.
Jochi stared, then nodded. He copied the gesture and the two men clasped their right hands together. It was no small thing and the men around them were silent as they looked on.
In the distance, two scouts were riding in, and the moment was broken as they both turned. From the sheer speed, they knew in an instant that the scouts had news, and Jebe put aside his plans to leave until he had heard.
They were Jochi’s men and Jebe could only stand and listen as they reported.
“The enemy are in sight, General. Thirty miles south and coming west.”
“How many?” Jebe said, unable to stop himself.
The scout saw Jochi nod and answered.
“I cannot count such a force of men and horses, General. More than all the khan’s warriors, perhaps twice as many. They travel with huge beasts I have not seen before, armored in gold.”
“The Shah is in the field,” Jochi said with satisfaction. “My Iron Horse will ride to see them. Will your Bearskins come with us?”
“I do not like ‘Bearskins’ at all,” Jebe replied.
“It is a fine name, but we will discuss it as we ride,” Jochi replied, whistling for his horse and bow.
CHAPTER TEN
THOUGH THEY MADE GOOD TIME on the hill trails that Jochi knew well, it took most of the day for the tumans to reach the point where the scout had seen the Shah’s army. In mountainous lands, it was sometimes possible for two armies to pass only a valley apart and never know the other was there. Yet if the scout’s estimates were right, such a host could not be hidden. In late afternoon, the generals were close enough to see a trail of reddish dust that hung in the air like a false horizon. Jebe and Jochi came together to discuss a plan for the first contact with the army of the Shah. With older men, deciding who would ride to the other might have been delicate. Jochi was the son of the khan, while Jebe was seven years more experienced. With the red lines still fresh on their palms, neither made an issue of it. They rode to a central point to discuss their plans and observe the enemy.
Jebe had lost the light mood of the morning. He nodded to Jochi as they trotted abreast, ahead of twenty thousand. As a man he liked the khan’s son, but he did not know him as a general, and Jebe felt the first prickle of annoyance that he had to allow for another force on the field.
The Mongol armies rode through a high pass toward the dust trail. Ahead, the light was brighter as the land opened out, and both men aimed their mounts at a ridge that overlooked the plains beyond. Jochi at least had scouted it before. The dust hung like storm clouds in the distance, and he could only swallow dryly as he imagined an enemy force large enough to cause such a sight.
At last the generals halted, both men raising an arm to stop the warriors at their back. Their own dust trail moved in sluggish tails on the warm breeze. The enemy would know they were watched, but it was impossible to move such large forces without being seen in daylight.
Jochi and Jebe sat their mounts in grim silence as they watched a bannered host rumble west, just a mile away. It was an army to dwarf the khan’s tumans, both in foot soldiers and a huge number of mounted men riding the wings. The foot of the valley was flat for miles, but still seemed too small to hold such a mass.
Jochi could see spears like the pines of a forest even at such a distance. In the brass light of the sun, iron armor glittered in the ranks. He looked across to Jebe to see how he was reacting and found the general leaning low in his saddle, staring in fascination.
“You see the bows?” Jebe asked, squinting.
Jochi had not, but he nodded, wishing Tsubodai was there to assess this force they would face in battle.
Jebe spoke as if he was already making his report. “Double-curved, like ours. They have good shields as well, larger than our own. So many camels! I have never seen so many in one place, nor seen them ridden to war. They will be faster over rough ground than our horses. We must be sure not to let them use that advantage.”
There was something about Jebe that always lightened Jochi’s mood.
“Do not forget those huge beasts,” he said, “with horns, or teeth or whatever they are. They too will be new to our men.”
“Elephants,” Jebe replied. “Jelme talked of seeing one at the Koryon court. They are fearsome animals.” He gestured at the black wings of the Shah’s army, cutting the air with his hands.
“They use their cavalry on the edges, protecting the center. That is where we will find their generals.” From the ridge, he could see the entire structure of the Shah’s army, laid out before him. A smaller group of horsemen rode in the center, their ranks perfect. Jebe sucked his teeth while he considered. “You see the boxes on the backs of those elephants? Surrounded by riders? Those will be senior men.” He paused and whistled to himself. “They are fine horsemen. See how they keep formation.”
Jochi glanced sideways as he replied. “Frightening, aren’t they?”
Jebe chuckled. “Do not be afraid, Jochi. I am here now.”
Jochi snorted, though in fact he was afraid. His father’s army could be swallowed up in so many, and he could not see a weakness in the dark lines.
Both men were aware that they had been spotted almost as soon as they showed themselves on the ridge. Riders were racing up and down the Shah’s lines, and the Mongol generals watched with interest, learning everything they could. There was much they did not understand. Though Jebe had heard elephants described, the reality of seeing those huge animals looming over the riders was intimidating. The great heads looked armored in bone as well as glittering metal. If they could be made to charge, he could not see how to stop them.
As Jebe turned to point out a detail to Jochi, a vast host of Arab horsemen broke away from the main column and formed up in swirling dust. Horn calls brought the rest to a halt, and even in that, they could see the discipline of the Shah’s men. Jebe and Jochi looked at each other in wild surmise.
“They are going to attack us!” Jebe said. “You should withdraw, Jochi, and take word to your father. Everything we have seen here will be useful in the days to come.”
Jochi shook his head. His father would not look kindly on him if he simply left. The information could be carried by a single scout, and they had not come to the Shah’s lands to retreat before his armies.
Jochi felt a pang of resentment that Jebe was with him. He had come a long way to lead his warriors, and it did not sit well with him to defer to a more senior man.
“We have the high ground at least,” Jochi said. He remembered the Russian knights who had labored up a hill at him and knew the worth of such an advantage.
In the distance, the massive Arab formations kicked into a fast trot, and Jochi felt a sudden panic. He knew he could not lead the tuman straight at the enemy horsemen. There were easier ways to waste lives. He considered a running blow that would lead the Arabs out along the plain. His men were fit as only Mongols knew fitness, but he did not know if the Chin soldiers in his ranks would fall behind and be destroyed.
Jebe seemed blithely unaware of Jochi’s whirling thoughts as he spoke.
“They will have to come straight up at us, with their Shah watching. They will n
ot know how many men we have behind this ridge. I should think they are as surprised as we are to meet in this place, so far from Otrar or the khan. Can you get around to the flank?”
Jochi looked into the distance before nodding. Jebe smiled as if they merely discussed a wrestling match or a wager.
“Then that will be the plan. I will wait until they have tired themselves riding up, then fall like a mountain on their heads. You will come from the flank and cut a wedge through to the center. Your lances will be useful there, I think.”
Jochi looked down the steep slope. “It is only a shame that we do not have rocks to roll into them,” he said.
Jebe nodded, surprised. “That is an excellent idea! I would give my second wife for pots of oil to roll down as well, but I will see what I can find.” For an instant, both men sensed the strain in the other and exchanged a glance that had none of the lightness of their words.
“We cannot take so many if they are as good as their weapons and armor,” Jochi said. “I will hit the flank, but then pull back and let them follow me far from the main force.”
“Is that Tsubodai’s voice I hear?” Jebe asked.
Jochi did not smile. “It is my voice, General. I will run them to exhaustion, well away from their reinforcements.”
Jebe bowed his head to the khan’s son. He did not mention that almost half of Jochi’s tuman were of Chin stock. Though they rode hardy Mongol ponies, they would not have the endurance of men born to the saddle.
“Good luck, General,” he called as he turned his mount. Jochi did not reply, already issuing orders to his men. Ten thousand of those behind the ridge gathered quickly and rode east to get around the steep slope. It would not be easy to charge over the loose shale, and Jebe honestly did not know which of them had the hardest task.
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