‘Your dead friend asked you a question,’ he told the stunned leader. ‘But I would like to hear the answer. Why are you talking to me?’
The man blinked, and then suddenly sat down by the fire. ‘You are right,’ he said. ‘I can feel the contempt. And I am alone. It was not always thus. I made a mistake, born of pride and foolishness and I have paid for it these last twenty years. There is no end in sight.’
‘What tribe were you?’ asked Talisman.
‘Northern Grey.’
Talisman walked to the fire and sat opposite the man. ‘My name is Talisman and I live to serve the Uniter. His day is almost upon us. If you wish to be Nadir again, then follow me.’
The man smiled and shook his head. ‘The Uniter? The hero with violet eyes? You believe he exists? And if he did, why would he take me?’
‘He will take you — if you are with me.’
‘You know where he is?’
‘I know what will bring us to him. Will you follow me?’
‘What tribe are you?’
‘Wolfshead. As you will be.’
The man stared gloomily into the fire. ‘All my troubles began with the Wolfshead. Perhaps they will end there.’ Glancing up, he met Talisman’s dark gaze. ‘I will follow you. What blood oath do you require?’
‘None,’ said Talisman. ‘As you have said it, so shall it be. What is your name?’
‘Gorkai.’
‘Then keep watch, Gorkai, for I am tired.’
So saying Talisman laid down his sabre, covered himself with a blanket and slept.
Zhusai sat quietly as Talisman stretched himself out, his head resting on his forearm; his breathing deepened. Zhusai could scarcely believe he would do such a thing! Nervously she glanced at Gorkai, reading the confusion in the man’s expression. Moments before, this man and two others had ridden in to the camp to kill them. Now two were dead, and the third was sitting quietly by the fire. Gorkai rose and Zhusai flinched. But the Nadir warrior merely walked to the first of the corpses, dragging it away from the camp; he repeated the action with the second body. Returning, he squatted before Zhusai and extended his hand. She glanced down to see that he was holding her ivory-handled throwing-knife. Silently she took it. Gorkai stood and gathered firewood before settling down beside the fire. Zhusai felt no need of sleep, convinced that the moment she shut her eyes this killer would cut Talisman’s throat, then abuse and murder her.
The night wore on, but Gorkai made no movement towards her or the sleeping Talisman. Instead he sat cross-legged, deep in thought. Talisman groaned in his sleep, and spoke suddenly in the tongue of the Gothir. ‘Never!’ he said.
Gorkai glanced at the woman, and their eyes met. Zhusai did not look away. Rising, Gorkai gestured her to walk with him. He did not look back but strode to the ponies and sat upon a rock. For a while Zhusai made no move to follow, then, knife in hand, she followed him.
‘Tell me of him,’ said Gorkai.
‘I know very little.’
‘I have watched you both. You do not touch; there is no intimacy.’
‘He is not my husband,’ she said coldly.
‘Where is he from? Who is he?’
‘He is Talisman of the Wolfshead.’
‘Talisman is not a Nadir name. I have given him my life, for he touched upon my dreams and my needs. But I need to know.’
‘Believe me, Gorkai, you know almost as much as I. But he is strong, and he dreams great dreams.’
‘Where do we travel?’
‘To the Valley of Shul-sen’s Tears, and the tomb of Oshikai.’
‘Ah,’ said Gorkai, ‘a pilgrimage, then. So be it.’ He rose and took a deep breath. ‘I too have dreams – though I had all but forgotten them.’ He hesitated, then spoke again. ‘Do not fear me, Zhusai. I will never harm you.’ Gorkai walked back to the fire and sat. Zhusai returned to her blanket.
The dawn sun was hidden by a thick bank of cloud. Zhusai awoke with a start. She had been determined not to sleep, but at some point in the night had drifted into dreams. Talisman was up and talking to Gorkai. Zhusai opened their pack and re-kindled the fire, preparing a breakfast of salted oats and dried meat. The two men ate in silence, then Gorkai gathered the wooden platters and cleaned them in the pool. It was the work of a woman or a servant, and Zhusai knew it was Gorkai’s way of establishing his place with them. Zhusai placed the platters within the canvas pack and tied it behind her saddle. Gorkai helped her mount, then handed her the reins of the other two ponies.