“Are you still mocking me?” he said softly.
Ogedai shrugged. “Only when you blow like an old sheep with your warnings. Will you tell me to watch my food for poison, I wonder?” He saw Temuge’s face grow mottled as his peevishness resurfaced, and he smiled.
“It is a real offer. Any other man in the tribes can herd sheep and goats. Only you could herd scholars, I think. You will make Karakorum famous. I want it to be known from sea to sea.”
“If you set such a value on my wits then, Ogedai,” Temuge said, “you will listen to me, this once.”
Ogedai sighed. “Speak then, Uncle, if you feel you must,” he said.
“For two years, the world has waited for you. No one has dared to move a soldier for fear they would be the first example you made. Even the Chin and the Sung have been quiet. They have been like deer who smell a tiger somewhere close. That has come to an end. You have summoned the armies of the nation, and a month from now, if you live, you will be khan.”
“If I live?” Ogedai said.
“Where are your Guards now, Ogedai? You have called them back and no one feels their suspicious eyes riding through the camps. Did you think it would be easy? If you fell from a roof tonight and broke your head on all this stone, who would be khan at the new moon?”
“My brother Chagatai has the best claim,” Ogedai said lightly. “Unless my son, Guyuk, is allowed to live. Tolui too is in the line of my father. He has sons grown strong: Mongke and Kublai, Arik-Boke and Hulegu. In time, they could all be khans.” He smiled, amused at something Temuge could not see. “The seed of Genghis is strong, it seems. We all have sons, but we still look to Tsubodai. Whoever has my father’s unbeatable general will carry the army, don’t you think? Without him, it would be civil war. Is that all those with power? I have not mentioned my grandmother. Her teeth and eyes are gone now, but she can still be fearsome when roused.”
Temuge stared at him. “I hope your actions are not as careless as your words. Double your personal guard at least, Ogedai.”
Ogedai nodded. He didn’t bother to mention that the ornate walls concealed watching men. Two different crossbows were centered on Temuge’s chest at that very moment. It would take only a particular gesture of Ogedai’s hand for his uncle to be ripped from life.
“I have heard you. I will consider what you have said. Perhaps you should not take on the role in my library and university until the new moon has come and gone. If I do not survive it, my successor may not have such an interest in Karakorum.” He saw the words sink in and knew that at least one of the men of power would be working to keep him alive. All men had a price, but it was almost never gold.
“I must sleep now, Uncle,” Ogedai said. “Every day is full of plans and work.” He paused in the moment of rising and went on. “I will tell you this much. I have not been deaf or blind these last years. My father’s nation has ceased to conquer for a time, but what of that? The nation has been fed on milk and blood, ready to be sent out into the world with fresh strength. And I have built my city. Do not fear for me, Uncle. I know everything I need to know of the generals and their loyalties.”
He came to his feet with the suppleness of youth, while his uncle had to accept his outstretched hand and winced as his knees cracked aloud.
“I think your father would be proud of you, Ogedai,” Temuge said.
To his surprise, Ogedai chuckled.
“I doubt it. I have taken Jochi’s bastard son and made him a prince and a minghaan officer. I will raise Batu further still, to honor my brother’s memory. Genghis would never forgive me for that.” He smiled at the thought. “And he would not have loved my Karakorum, of that I am certain.”
He called for Baras’aghur to lead Temuge out of the dark city, back to the stifling air of treachery and suspicion that was so thick in the great camps.
Ogedai picked up his jug and cup, filling the goblet once again as he walked to a stone balcony and looked out at the moonlit streets. There was a breeze blowing, cooling his skin as he stood there with his eyes shut. His heart ached in his chest and he gripped his arm as the pain spread. He felt fresh sweat break out as his veins throbbed and pulsed at frightening speed, soaring for moments until he felt dizzy. He reached out blindly and held the stone sill, breathing slowly and deeply until the weakness left him and his heart beat slowly once again. A great pressure released in his head, and the flashing lights dwindled to mere points, shadows that only he could see. He looked up at the cold stars, his expression bitter. Below his feet, another chamber had been cut from the stones. At times, when the pains came with a force that left him trembling and weak, he had not expected even to finish it. Yet he had. His tomb was ready and he still lived. Cup by cup he emptied the jug, until his senses swam.
“How long do I have left?” he whispered drunkenly to himself. “Is it days now, or years?” He imagined he talked to the spirit of his father and waved the cup as he spoke, spilling some wine. “I was at peace, Father. At peace, when I thought my time was at an end. What did I care for your generals and their … petty struggles? Yet my city has risen and the nation has come, and I am still here. What do I do now?”
He listened for an answer in the darkness, but there was nothing.
TWO
Tolui stroked his wife’s damp hair idly as he lay back and watched his four sons whoop and splash in the waters of the Orkhon. The sun was warm as they lay there, and only the presence of his guards nearby prevented complete relaxation. Tolui grimaced at the thought. There was no peace to be had in the camp, with every man wondering whether he was a supporter of Chagatai or Ogedai or the generals—or perhaps one who would inform for any of them. At times, he wished his two older brothers would settle it somewhere quiet, so that he could enjoy being alive on such a day, with a beautiful woman in his arms and four healthy sons pleading to be allowed to swim over a waterfall. He had forbidden it once, but he saw that Kublai had dared Mongke once again and the two of them were creeping closer and closer to the bank, where a goat path led up to the source of the roaring river. Tolui watched from under half-closed lids as the two older boys glanced guiltily at their parents, hoping they were asleep in the warm sun. Arik-Boke and Hulegu were in on it, of course, their bony boys’ frames almost shaking with excitement.
“Do you see them?” Sorhatani murmured.
Tolui smiled. “I am half tempted to let them try it. They swim like otters, both of them.”
It was still a new skill to tribes raised on grassy plains. For those who learned to ride before they could speak, the rivers were the source of life for the herds, or an obstacle when they were swollen in floods. Only recently had they become a source of pleasure to the children of the tribe.
“You won’t be the one who has to soothe their wounds when they take the skin off their backs,” Sorhatani said, relaxing into him, “or splint their bones.”
Yet she said nothing as Mongke suddenly darted for the track, his naked body gleaming. Kublai shot a last, sharp look at his parents, but neither moved, and in an instant, he was off as well.
Tolui and Sorhatani both sat up as soon as the boys were out of sight. They exchanged a private look of amusement as Arik-Boke and Hulegu craned to see the top of the plunging falls above.
“I don’t know who is worse, Mongke or Kublai,” Sorhatani said, pulling a grass stalk and chewing the end.
He chuckled and they both said “Kublai” together.
“Mongke reminds me of my father,” Tolui said a little wistfully. “He fears nothing.”
Sorhatani snorted softly. “Then you will remember what your father once said when he had to choose between two men to lead a thousand.”
“I was there, woman,” Tolui said, his mind leaping to her point. “He said Ussutai feared nothing and felt no hunger or thirst. That was why he was unfit to command.”
“Your father was wise. A man needs to feel a little fear, Tolui, if only to have the pride of conquering it.”
A wild shout made them
both look up as Mongke came over the falls, yelling in excitement as he managed a crude dive and plunged into the pool at its foot. The drop was little more than ten feet, but to a boy of eleven, it must have been terrifying. Tolui relaxed and chuckled as he saw his oldest son surface, blowing and gasping, his teeth very white against his sun-browned skin. Arik-Boke and Hulegu cheered, their voices high as they looked up again for Kublai.
He came over backwards in a tumble of limbs, moving so fast that he left the torrent of water and fell through empty air. Tolui winced at the flat smack that carried clearly across the water. He watched as the other three looked for him, calling and pointing to one another. Sorhatani felt her husband’s arms tense as he prepared to leap up, but then Kublai surfaced, roaring. His entire body was flushed red on one side, and he limped as he climbed out, but they could see he was panting with exhilaration.
“I’ll have to beat some sense into them,” Tolui said.
His wife shrugged. “I’ll get them dressed and send them to you.”
He nodded, only half aware that he had waited for her approval to punish the boys. Sorhatani smiled at him as he walked away. He was a good man, she thought. Not perhaps the strongest of the brothers, nor the most ruthless, but in all other ways, the best of the sons of Genghis.
As she stood and gathered the clothes her sons had left on every bush around them, she recalled the one man who had made her afraid in her life. She cherished the memory of the time when Genghis had looked on her as a woman, rather than just the wife of one of his sons. It had been on the shore of a lake, thousands of miles away in a different land. She had seen the khan’s eyes brighten at her youth and beauty, just for an instant. She had smiled at him then, terrified and awed.
“Now, there was a man,” she murmured to herself, shaking her head with a smile.
Khasar stood on the wooden base of the cart, leaning back against the white felt of the khan’s ger. It was twice as wide and half as high again as the homes of their people, and Genghis had used it for meeting his generals. Ogedai had never claimed the enormous construction, so heavy that the cart had to be pulled by six oxen. After the death of the great khan, it had sat empty for months before Khasar made it his own. As yet, no one had dared to dispute his right to it.
Khasar smelled the fried marmot meat Kachiun had brought for the midday meal.
“Let’s eat outside. It’s too fine a day to sit in the gloom,” he said.
As well as the steaming platter, Kachiun carried a fat skin of airag, which he tossed to his brother.
“Where are the others?” he said, placing the platter on the edge of the boards and sitting with his legs swinging.
Khasar shrugged. “Jebe said he would be here. I sent a messenger to Jelme and Tsubodai. They’ll come or they won’t; it’s up to them.”
Kachiun blew air from his lips in irritation. He should have passed on the messages himself, to be sure his brother didn’t forget or use the wrong words. There was no point in berating the man who was digging his fingers into the pile of steaming scraps. Khasar didn’t change and it was both infuriating and comforting at times.
“He’s nearly finished that city of his,” Khasar said, chewing. “Strange-looking place, with those low walls. I could ride right over them.”
“I think that is his point,” Kachiun replied. He took a pouch of unleavened bread from another pot, waving his hand to clear the steam as he filled it with meat. Khasar looked baffled and Kachiun sighed.
“We are the walls, brother. He wants people to see that he does not have to hide behind stones like the Chin. Do you understand? The tumans of our army are the walls.”
“Clever,” Khasar said, munching. “But he’ll build walls eventually, you watch. Give him a year or two and he’ll be adding stones. Cities make you afraid.”
Kachiun stared at his brother, wondering if he had managed a bit of real wisdom. Khasar noticed his sudden interest and grinned.
“You’ve seen it. If a man has gold, he lives with the terror that someone will take it away from him, so he builds walls around it. Then everyone knows where the gold is, so they come and take it. That’s the way it always goes, brother. Fools and gold, together.”
“I never know if you think like a child or a very wise man,” Kachiun said, filling another pouch and chewing.
Khasar tried to say “wise man” around a large mouthful and choked, so that Kachiun had to pound him on his back. They had been friends for a very long time.
Khasar wiped tears from his eyes and took a deep breath and then a swig of airag from the bulging skin.
“He’ll need walls at the new moon, I should think.”
Automatically, Kachiun looked to see if anyone could overhear them. They were surrounded by empty grass, with just their two ponies grazing nearby. Beyond them, warriors were busy in the sun, preparing for the great competition Ogedai had promised. There would be prizes of gray horses and armor for wrestlers and archers, even for those who won footraces across the plains. Everywhere they looked, men were training in groups, but there was no one loitering too close. Kachiun relaxed.
“You have heard something?”
“Nothing, but only a fool would expect the oath-taking to go without a hitch. Ogedai’s not a fool and he’s not a coward. He faced me when I was running wild after …” He hesitated and his eyes grew distant and cold for a moment. “After Genghis died.” He took another swig of the harsh spirit. “If he’d taken the oaths immediately, not a man in the tribes would have dared raise a hand to him; but now?”
Kachiun nodded grimly. “Now Chagatai has come into his strength, and half the nation wonders why he isn’t going to be khan.”
“There will be blood, brother. One way or another,” Khasar replied. “I just hope Ogedai knows when to be forgiving and when to cut throats.”
“He has us,” Kachiun said. “That is why I wanted to meet here, to discuss our plans for seeing him safe as khan.”
“I haven’t been summoned to his white city for my advice, Kachiun, have you? You don’t know whether he trusts us more than anyone else. Why should he? You could be khan if you wanted. You were Genghis’s heir while his sons grew.” Khasar saw his brother’s irritation. The camp was full of such talk and both men were tired of it, but Khasar just shrugged. “Better you than Chagatai, anyway. Have you seen him out running, with his bondsmen? So young, so virile.” He leaned over the edge of the cart and spat deliberately on the ground.
Kachiun smiled. “Jealous, brother?”
“Not of him, though I do miss being young sometimes. Now some part of me is always aching. Old wounds, old knees, that time when you completely failed to stop me getting speared in my shoulder—it all hurts.”
“It is better than the alternative,” Kachiun said.
Khasar snorted.
They looked round as Jebe approached, with Tsubodai. Both of Genghis’s generals were in their prime, and Kachiun and Khasar shared a glance of private humor at the way they came striding confidently across the summer grass.
“Tea in the pot, meat in the bowl,” Khasar said without ceremony as they climbed the steps up to the old khan’s ger. “We are discussing how to keep Ogedai alive long enough for him to carry the white tails.”
The symbol of the united tribes still fluttered above his head, horse tails that had once been a riot of tribal colors, until Genghis had bleached them pale and made them one. No one had dared to remove the symbol of power, any more than they had queried Khasar’s use of the cart.
Tsubodai made himself comfortable on the wooden edge, his feet dangling as he dug into the meat and bread. He was aware that both Kachiun and Khasar were waiting for what he would say. He did not enjoy the attention and he ate slowly and cleared his throat with airag.
In the silence, Jebe leaned back against the felt wall and looked at the city in the distance, a white haze in the warm air. He could see the golden dome of Ogedai’s palace, and it struck him that it resembled a yellow eye staring out of t
he city.
“I have been approached,” Jebe said. Tsubodai stopped chewing and Khasar put down the skin of airag as he was about to drink. Jebe shrugged. “We knew one of us would be, sooner or later. It was a stranger to me, wearing no marks of rank.”
“Sent by Chagatai?” Kachiun said.
Jebe nodded. “Who else? But no names were mentioned. They do not trust me. It was just a light touch, to see which way I would jump.”
Tsubodai grimaced. “You jumped here, in full view of the tribes. No doubt they are watching you now.”
“What of it?” Jebe said, bridling. “I was loyal to Genghis. Do I demand to be known by my birth name, as Zurgadai? I carry the name Genghis gave me, and I am loyal to the son he named as heir. What do I care who sees me talking with his generals?”
Tsubodai sighed and put aside the final piece of his meal. “We know who is most likely to disrupt the oath-taking. We do not know how they will do it, or how many men will support them. If you had come to me quietly, Jebe, I would have told you to agree to anything they say and learn their plans.”
“Who wants to go creeping about in the dark, Tsubodai?” Khasar said scornfully. He looked to his brother for support, but Kachiun shook his head.
“Tsubodai is right, brother. This isn’t just a matter of showing we support Ogedai and all right-thinking men following us. I wish it was. There was never a khan of the nation before Genghis, so there are no laws for how he passes on his power.”
“The khan makes the laws,” Khasar replied. “I didn’t see anyone complaining when he made us all take an oath to Ogedai as heir. Even Chagatai got down on his knees for that.”
“Because his choice was to fall flat or die,” Tsubodai said. “Now Genghis is gone and the men around Chagatai are whispering in his ear. They are saying the only reason he was not heir was his struggle with his brother, Jochi, but Jochi is dead.”
He paused for a moment, thinking of the blood that had splashed on snow. His face was utterly blank and they could not read him.
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