I like to think of myself as a tenacious person, not soone who shrinks in the face of adversity. When the going gets tough, I grit my teeth and power through, or I find a different, easier way to approach the problem. After a single day of travelling with this massive army of the North, Im ready to call it quits and risk the Emperors retribution. Bring on the charges of mutiny, because this is the worst.
The main problem is theres too many people. Im not privy to our exact numbers, but Im guessing its at least a million soldiers answering the call to Central. Hearing the number doesnt sound too impressive, but when I sat down and thought about it, it really blew my mind. Assuming the average person is fifty centitres wide, if every soldier here lined up shoulder to shoulder, theyd stretch for five hundred kilotres. Thats more than six days of marching or a quarter of the journey from the Wall to the Society Headquarters. If my job was to speak with every soldier here for one minute each and I worked eight hours a day without break, itd still take almost six years to finish.
Thats not including all the non-combatants. Spouses, children, cooks, labourers, retainers, drivers, stable hands, and more, their numbers easily dwarf our own. All I can see is massive blob of people, horses, quins, and wagons stretching in both directions. Covered from head to toe in what I pray is only mud and slush, my appearance is as far from debonair as one can get. Since the expedition set out, I havent had a single mont of silence whether it be due to the percussive clatter of marching soldiers or the clamouring racket of a million muttering voices. Whichever way the wind blows, it carries the rank stench of body odour and manure as it splatters soiled snow across my body to steal away my warmth and comfort. Figures bustle about as they prepare to settle in for the night, hastily assembling their shelters at the side of the road, over thick mud, thawed and churned by the passing of tens of thousands of boots and hooves.
Things can only get worse as untold numbers of troops and wagons from every city in the north join us throughout our journey to Nan Ping. I have a headache just thinking about the logistical complications. Even with the entire province working to supply our army, feeding so many mouths on the move is already difficult enough, so how does the Emperor expect to feed at least four tis our number gathered in one place?
Luckily, smarter minds than mine are (hopefully) hard at work solving the problem and they assure I have nothing to worry about. All I have to do is wait for Rustram to send whatever food is available for my fur-babies to nom on. As if sensing my thoughts, Mafu cranes his neck and fixes with a plaintive stare, his chittering cries both adorable and heart-rending as he pleads for treats. One would think hes been starved for days instead of the tubby, over-fed glutton he is. His begging is indirectly rewarded as Pran and Saluk arrive bearing fruits and ats, making them my pets favourite people for a few short minutes.
Im so thankful for Rustram, Dastan, and oddly enough, Ulfsaar. Id be completely lost without them as all three are vital in keeping my small, two-hundred and eighty strong retinue running like a well-oiled machine. Baatar and Akanai both tried to teach the basics of command but Ive been having trouble putting things into practice. Im not what one would call an organized person. I see a problem, I fix the problem. Doesnt seem so bad an approach, but with more people cos more problems. Too many problems and things grind to a halt while Im busy patching them up, which is... less than ideal. A good leader sees an issue and fixes it before it becos a problem, which just goes to show that choosing leaders based on strength of arms is stupid. Instead of leading thousand-man retinues, I should be a standard grunt with wiser, more tactical-minded folk telling where to go and what to do.
Not that Im a great at taking orders either. I have problems with authority, mostly because I like to challenge everything Im told. Sun rises in the east? Maybe. Well see in the morning, but until then, who can say? Honestly, a soldiers life really isnt for , and Im not just saying that because Im miserable.
With all the higher-ups swamped by the minutia of army managent and my people doing my job for , theres little for to do. Since its supposedly bad for morale if Im seen doing manual labour or nial tasks, Im left to wander around and supervise as my retinue sets camp. Sohow both unblemished by the days travel, Lin and Guard Leader join on my walk around camp, trailed by two bears, two cats, and one fat quin. In a few weeks, Ill have sixteen rabbits hopping along behind like a little horde of voracious buck-toothed cuties. Squeeeeeeee-
Stop it. Youre a Second Grade Warrant Officer and ostensibly the number one talent in the north. You cant be walking around with a goofy grin on your face while thinking of bunnies, no matter how adorable they might be. Its undignified. Go look at the bunnies, give them a pat each for one last hit of cuteness to tide you over until later. Whistling for Mafu to approach, I give my fat floof a chin scratch before lifting his saddlebags to reveal the bunnies. Instead of fifteen floppy-eared, nose twitching rabbit kits staring back at , I discover all the rabbits are still curled up in their compartnts, with many of them snoring lightly.
Peeking at the bunnies, Lin tilts her head and strokes Tawny Ones belly, the adorable little brown bun asleep on his back. Wakey wakey little bun-bun. Youve been sleeping all day so its ti to co out and play, ya? Tawny One proves unresponsive to Lins prodding as do the other bunnies she checks and my heart sinks with worry. Are they sick? Bicorn rabbits raised in captivity have a tendency to die due to mysterious circumstances, but I thought having their momma around would keep the little bun-buns alive. Nooooo! Tawny One, Thumper, Flopsy, Hopper, Quake, Cinnabun, Peanut, Ginger, Pepper, Bugs, Lola, Buster, Babs, Fluffy Bunnkins, and George! Dont leave !
Calm yourself. Guard Leaders bored voice snaps out of my downward spiral and I turn to her in desperate search of answers. Nestled in her arms is Mama Bun, also fast asleep and snoring just like her babies. Following my train of thought, Guard Leader nods and says, Yes, this is due to the idamare, and yes, it was to be expected. How to explain... The plant contains a high amount of energy and the deep sleep helps them process it.
Relieved by the news, I ask, How long will they sleep for?
A day? More? Guard Leader shrugs, not exactly inspiring confidence. No longer than three. These creatures eat whole Spiritual Plants in the wild, roots and all. They wouldnt survive if they fell asleep for extended periods of ti.
Before I can berate her for her irresponsible feeding, another thought strikes . Wait, will the babies be okay? Theyre so young but they ate the sa amount as Mama Bun and shes not awake yet. They wont explode because of too much energy will they?
She takes her ti answering, which doesnt exactly inspire confidence. An explosion is unlikely, and while the idamare provides them with more than enough nourishnt... Guard Leader pauses and it takes all my self-restraint to keep from shaking the answer out of her. ...If they sleep too long theyll die of thirst. Another shrug. Thats why I said no longer than three days. Their fate is beyond our control.
My poor bunnies... If you knew this then why didnt you... I dunno, test it out before hand? Feed them a smaller portion or feed only one or two of them?
A third shrug. It did not occur to there might be an issue until you brought it up.
Although her expression is hidden behind her veil, her tone and posture scream indifference. It's as if she wasn't the sole culprit of this whole debacle but rely an innocent bystander offering her expertise out of goodwill. Nonsensical expertise at that, I can think of a dozen things that could go wrong before my sweet bun-buns die of dehydration. Thats not even an issue, I can straw feed them water if necessary...
Staring at this mysterious, arrogant warrior who I know so little about, I add one piece of information to her character sheet: Guard Leader, for all her physical prowess, combat expertise, and political power among the Bekhai, is an idiot of the highest order. Spiritual Plants are basically steroids on steroids and she fed an entire stalk to baby bunnies who arent even a month old.
Swallowing my anger, I head out in search of Taduk, with Lin hopping on Mafu to keep an eye on the bunnies. While we walk, I ask Guard Leader, How much? The blockhead warrior tilts her head ever so slightly, unable to discern my aning. For the Spiritual Plants you took from Teacher. How much to buy them back? Before she feeds another poor, unsuspecting animal and boils it from the inside out. And because Taduk wants them back, but mostly the first thing.
With a dismissive snort, Guard Leader turns her nose up at my inquiry. I made the offer to Taduk. You have nothing in your possession which interests .
Huh... Interesting. Im like, stupid rich. I an, Im strapped for gold but I have a vast fortune tied up in Spiritual Hearts and stolen artwork and Guard Leader knows it. This begs the question, what does Taduk have that interests her? Could it be... Does she want his dical expertise? Or is she more interested in healing of a sexual nature?
Bow chicka wow-wow...
Taduk should go for it. Hes a handso man in the pri of life and I bet Guard Leader is smoking hot. Every great warrior is. Its probably why she wears the veil, gets too many spontaneous marriage proposals without it. Itd be nice if my Teacher had soone looking out for him, hes a little bit of an airhead and Lin isnt much better. Dont get wrong, theyre both sweet and I love them, but theyre... quirky.
Then again, is Guard Leader really the woman for the job?
Trying to play cupid, I test the waters with a casual remark. You know, Teachers been caring for those Spiritual Plants for a long ti now. He takes miniscule cuttings every year and tries to raise a second plant, but hes been unsuccessful so far. Its his dream to cultivate a garden full of Spiritual Plants, says he could improve millions of lives if hes successful. Theres so many ailnts which can be fixed with a simple treatnt but the scarcity of Spiritual Plants makes it so only the wealthiest can afford them.
A fools dream and a fruitless endeavour. Guard Leader shows no signs of surprise or remorse over ruining Taduks dream, or at least making it a little harder to accomplish. Forget it, my teacher is way too good for this bully. These Spiritual Plants are the result of fate and fortune, the Mothers bounty for her children to harvest. They serve no purpose whilst planted in the dirt, so why not put it to good use?
...Feeding pet rabbits is good use? I an, theyre my pets and Im thankful for the gift, but it hardly seems like the most... efficient use of idamare. A single stalk can put an end to seizures caused by-
Bah. You sound just like him. You think I wasted the idamare on your rabbits, but I see things differently. Even if you save sixteen humans, how many years might those humans live?
She pauses long enough for to realize her question isnt rhetorical and shes trying to figure out the math. Oh you poor, dumb woman. Assuming a hundred years of life per person, then sixteen hundred years in total.
Tentatively shaking her head like she thinks Im wrong but doesnt know enough to disprove it, Guard Leader say, Yes, sixteen... hundred...
Oh, thats my bad, language derp. One thousand six hundred.
Yes. Shes much more confident this ti. But, by feeding the idamare to these rabbits, they might live for two, three hundred years each before dying of old age. Longer if we feed them more Spiritual Plants. Switching to Sending, she adds, Considering she is on the cusp of forming a Spiritual Heart, the mother rabbit is anywhere from one to three thousand years old. She even has a chance to reach divinity and live an eternal existence in human form, all of them do.
I've never heard anyone refer to Ancestral Beast status as divinity, but I can see why certain people might worship eternal, beautiful people who wield enough power to destroy entire cities. More importantly, if Mama Bun is three-thousand years old and STILL this stupid, Im gonna have to side with Taduk and say she has infinitely close to zero chance of reaching divinity status.
I an... she tries to eat Auries fur and gets upset because it isnt tasty. She's done it five tis now. She is not a smart animal.
Hm... Can I feed Spiritual Plants to the quins, bears, and cats? Id like if they lived forever, or at least long enough to keep Lin and Mila company after Im gone. Be super weird if they started talking though, I'd rather not cuddle and sleep with talking animals. Mmm... I shouldnt be thinking like this, its depressing and Teacher will be upset if he finds out.
Thankfully, Taduk doesnt throw a fit when we ask him to check on the bunnies, only harrumphing four or five tis through the whole process. After getting a clean bill of health, I settle down to cook dinner as thanks, not caring if it affects my retinue's morale. Since were travelling under military escort, were forced to abide by military protocols which ans I cant run off to eat with my family, and my retinue still isn't great at cooking. Since officer lodgings are smack dab in the middle of their troops, Im separated from Alsantset and Akanai by countless Sentinels while Baatar and Sarnai are even further away since my ntor has the dubious honour of leading the vanguard. Aside from Taduk, Lin, Guard Leader, her cronies, and my retinue, Im pretty much surrounded by strangers.
Bekhai strangers who dont want around, cant forget that.
Once the broth is boiling and noodles cooking, I step back from the fire to take a break, only to bump into an adorable little old man wrapped in a thick, wool cloak. With a hunched back and white beard, the old man is even shorter than Lin, although his shoulders are broader. He also sports a pair of silvered wolf ears peeking out of his hood while his similarly coloured tail half-heartedly wags behind him as he gives the air a few perfunctory sniffs. Food slls good, he says, fixing with a pointed look. Although his face is wrinkled and has more age spots than I can count, his eyes are sharp and crystal clear, blue as the sky on a clear sumr day.
Be on your best behaviour. Even though hes probably a camp follower, it doesnt hurt to be polite. Would you care to join us for dinner grandfather?
Bah, he says, waving his hand as he takes a seat by the fire. Whos your grandfather? I aint never sired no snot-nosed, silver-tongue, amber-eyed brat.
Tch, this old fart. Here to mooch a al and cant even be nice about it. Sorry, I just felt it the most suitable appellation. Allow to correct myself. If you dont like grandfather, then which would you prefer: geezer or codger?
...
God dammit. So much for my best behaviour. Its the cuteness withdrawals, I cant live like this. I needs. To cuddles. My Bun-Buns!
Maybe its my overactive imagination, but I sense a warriors past in the old mans steely glare, as if he were so peak expert of yesteryear. Ti spares no one however, as he looks older than any half-beast Ive ever t. After a heart-wrenching pause, the old man barks with laughter as his perfect teeth flash in the firelight. You got stones kid, Ill give you that. The worthless boy I been saddled with acts all polite on the outside while cursin for dead on the inside, but cant say I bla him. His mama aint no shrinking violet, shell spank him sothing fierce if he took after you. Call whatever you like, he says, long as you gim a big ol bowl of them noodles. Dont skimp on the venison either, co, co, co.
Relieved he wasnt offended, I give him a hearty helping once the noodles are cooked. He doesnt seem interested in making conversation, so after a few unanswered questions I leave him to eat in peace while I sit with Lin and Taduk. Captivated by my culinary skills, the old geezer finishes his entire bowl, soup, bones and all, even helping himself to seconds without asking. Its no big deal, the elderly should be treasured and he could use the food. His thin fra looks frail enough for a strong wind to knock over.
A familiar face erges from the crowd as Huu arrives, his face twisted in a concerned frown. I asked you not to wander off.
Bah, the old geezer replies, taking a swig from his gourd. Alcohol, and strong alcohol judging by the sll. He didnt offer to share either, the stingy old miser. Emperors laws, armys rules, brat's requests, I dont recall agreein with any of em.
Putting aside my misgivings, I smile and wave at Huu. Hey. Long ti no see. Whered you disappear to for so many months?
Training. Huus curt reply and gruff manners throw for a loop, my good friend not even sparing a glance. Offering the old geezer a hand, he puts an end to our impromptu reunion. Co, we must return to camp before soone notices my absence.
Despite grumbling all the while, the old geezer takes Huus hand and allows the younger half-wolf to help him up and the two of them disappear into the night without so much as a thank you or farewell. Noticing my frown, Lin leans against and whispers, Im sure Huus just tired and worried. I doubt he ant to be rude, he probably hasnt even eaten yet, ya? Spent all his ti looking for the old man.
Yea, youre probably right. Cant bla him for being a little cranky, travelling is bad enough without babysitting a difficult old man. Kissing my sweet wifey on the cheek, I feign nonchalance while pulling Baloo into my embrace, holding him close like an oversized teddy bear. Maybe Lins right and I caught Huu at a bad ti or maybe he caught wind of my near-Defiled status and is avoiding like the other Bekhai.
Until we know for sure, who can say?
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