The Sword Of Angels

31

Princess Salina had never been happier than during her days with Aztar. Despite the sun and dust, despite the chores she had been given to help in camp, she had found an oasis in the burning desert, a place not at all like her plush existence back in Ganjor. Each day she awoke to a simple meal, spending time tending to the animals or helping with the children. Though she could not cook the way other women could, Salina helped with the bread or stirred pots, learning things she had never learned at the knee of her royal mother. Then, when her chores were done, she would spend time with Aztar, and they would walk together through the outskirts of the camp. And sometimes, when the mood struck him, he would read love poems to her by moonlight.

As the days passed, Salina learned that the ‘Tiger of the Desert’ was more — and less — than the fierce warrior he portrayed. Surrounded by his loyal Voruni, he did not feed off their adoration in the way Salina had expected. Rather, he was contemplative and private, yet willing to let her into his little world to see the man behind the legend and his burned, ruined face. In his camp, Salina quickly forgot about her father and the life she had left behind, revelling in the simplicity of washing her own clothes and the brilliance of a sunset.

On the night of her tenth day in camp, Salina went to sleep dreaming of surprises, for Aztar had told her that a surprise awaited her the next morning. As always, she went to sleep in her bed next to Harani, the Voruni woman who had greeted her that first day in camp. It had not taken long for Salina and Harani to become friends, and Salina was grateful for all the young woman’s kindnesses. What little Salina had learned so far about cooking and mending clothes she had learned from Harani.

That night, Salina succumbed quickly to sleep, tired from her long day in the desert. When morning dawned, however, she was awake to greet it, bathing quickly from the rose water jug always ready near her bedside. She brushed her hair, put on one of Harani’s prettiest dresses, then shared a quick meal with the other women while she waited for Aztar’s surprise. The Voruni prince did not keep her waiting long. Once she had finished breaking her fast, Aztar appeared outside her tent, riding a strapping black drowa. He had dressed for the unknown occasion too, wearing a splendid white gaka with flowing scarlet leggings, cinched around his waist by a braided belt of gold. His face, which was not hidden behind his gaka, looked refreshed and coy as he smiled down at Salina.

‘Have you eaten?’ he asked.

Salina stepped away from Harani and the others. ‘I have.’

‘Good, because it is a long ride.’

‘To where?’

‘You shall see.’ He stretched down his hand for her. ‘Come.’

In their brief time together they had yet to ride on the same drowa. Salina felt a thrill at the prospect as she took his hand. With one powerful yank he pulled her up, helping her onto the drowa’s back. Quickly she wrapped her arms around his waist as she settled in behind him.

‘This is your surprise?’ she asked.

‘Yes. No more questions, now. Enjoy the ride.’

Curious, Salina waved good-bye to Harani and the other women as Aztar spun the beast around and headed out of camp. There were bags hanging from the drowa’s tack, which Salina supposed held food and other supplies. If they were going far they would need water, but she decided not to worry about that. Aztar would have everything covered, she was certain. So she tried to relax as the drowa loped forward, leaving behind the camp and heading south toward the distant mountains. Aztar said nothing to her as they rode, keeping up his coyness as the camp disappeared behind them and the dunes took over, obscuring the horizon in places with their undulating humps. Because it was still morning the sun was not yet hot, and the breeze felt cold as it caressed Salina’s face. She smiled, loving the mystery of being taken away, and placed her cheek against Aztar’s back.

They were in love. They had already confessed it to each other. Soon — be it a day from now or a month — her father would come looking for her, and though Salina dreaded that day it did nothing to lessen her love for the man who had rescued her. Aztar had risked everything to keep her safe. It was hard not to love a man like that.

‘Tell me where we are going,’ she said into his ear. Playfully she kissed him. ‘To have your way with me?’

‘Hush, girl.’ Aztar brushed aside her advance. ‘I do not have to carry you away for that.’

‘No,’ purred Salina, ‘you don’t.’

She put her hand to his chest and felt his heartbeat. She imagined it racing the way her own did when they spoke of such things. Aztar took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing it.

‘You’ll see soon,’ he told her. ‘Be patient.’

Patience had never been a virtue of Salina’s, but she settled in as best she could and watched as the landscape began to change around them. They had gone from the hard earth of the camp to the soft, blowing sands of the desert, but now the world was changing again, becoming jagged and studded with stones. Salina looked over Aztar’s shoulder and saw a stand of hills in the distance covered with shrubbery, the kind of hearty plants that thrived in the dry desert. Beyond the shrubs were a few taller trees, and beneath the shade of these trees some flowers bloomed, bursting with colour against the desolation.

An oasis, thought Salina happily, like the one she had taken refuge in. And like that one in the north, this oasis must have had water. Salina could tell by the way the trees had grown in circles, taller at the centre of the oasis and thinning out along its outskirts. The place was small, yet lovely and welcoming, and seeing it made the princess smile. She glanced over her shoulder and realized that their camp was miles away, and that she and her lover were truly all alone.

‘It’s beautiful,’ she said with a sigh.

‘It is,’ Aztar agreed. ‘It is a place I come to sometimes, to be alone and think. But the oasis is not the surprise, Salina. There’s something else.’

‘What else?’

‘Wait,’ directed Aztar.

He slowed the drowa as they entered the oasis. Wide-eyed, Salina took in its beauty. The fronds of a tiny palm brushed her shoulder as they rode past. Salina reached out for it and grabbed a handful of its delicate leaves, letting them tumble like sand from her fingers. Beneath them, the ground was sugary-white. Trickles of water from a bubbling spring meandered through the glassy stones. Salina took a breath, filling her nose with the sweetness of flowers. The palms overhead knitted a canopy to shade them.

‘This is a special place,’ said Aztar. ‘There is something very rare here that I want to show you. It should be the time.’

He had piqued Salina’s interest now. She urged him to stop the drowa so they could get down. He did so, then followed her down off the back of the beast, dropping into the soft sand. Salina put out her hands and felt the glorious breeze on her face and the sunlight dappling through the palms. The gentle music of the spring plied through the oasis. She knelt and took up a handful of the water snaking between her feet, tasting it.

‘Sweet,’ she said with a smile. ‘It’s so clear!’

‘Like a diamond it sparkles,’ said Aztar, squatting beside her. He too tasted the water, cupping up a man-sized handful. When he was done he ran his wet hands through his dark hair. To Salina he looked fabulous, just as striking as their surroundings. She never saw his burns when she looked at him, only his eyes, which were always filled with love. She nudged him with her elbow.

‘So? What is this surprise, then? Not the oasis.’

‘No, not the oasis.’ Aztar glanced to his left where a hill rose up to border the greenery. ‘Over there,’ he said, and took her hand.

Salina let him guide her deeper into the oasis, and when they reached the hill they rounded it, stepping out into a tiny meadow of grass and flowers. Thorn stuck her legs as they entered the grass. She cried out in protest, but Aztar urged her on.

‘No, come with me,’ he told her gently. ‘It’s not far.’

‘What are we looking for?’

He took her a few more steps into the grass, then paused. With a great smile on his face he said, ‘That.’

Salina followed his finger to what looked like a rose bush sprouting out of the hillside. It stood alone, defiantly breaking through the rock, full of thorns and twisted shoots. Its leaves were tear-shaped and spiky, a waxy, deep green that sparkled in the sunlight. Its roots pulled out of the earth in spots, holding fast to the difficult ground. There were no buds along its limbs, nothing at all to make it remarkable.

Except for its single, fabulous flower.

Proudly bursting from its crown sat a perfectly formed bloom with bright, multi-coloured petals and two fuzzy stamen that seemed to move with life in the breeze. Mostly orange, the flower sported reds and yellows as well, blushing its petals like gentle brushstrokes. Big as a hand, the flower somehow balanced on the delicate limb, held up like a prize by the bush. Salina stopped breathing when she saw it.

‘That’s it,’ Aztar whispered. ‘That’s why I brought you here.’

Salina took a step toward it, forgetting the thorns that clawed at her legs. ‘I’ve never seen such a thing! What is it, Aztar? A rose?’

‘We call it a rainbow kiss,’ said Aztar. ‘It’s a Voruni flower. I don’t think it grows anywhere but this part of the desert.’

He was still whispering, as if to talk too loud would somehow damage the fragile bloom. Salina stopped edging toward it, but could not pull her eyes away.

‘A rainbow kiss.’ She smiled. ‘Yes.’

‘It’s more special than you think, Salina. A rainbow kiss only blooms once every five years, and only then for a day or so.’

She looked at him askance. ‘Then how did you know. .’

‘Because this is my desert,’ said Aztar with a grin. ‘Or it was, once. I come here to think, remember. I have come to this spot for years. And I have waited for it to bloom again. Yesterday I came here and saw it starting to come out. Today I brought you here to see it.’

Just a small kindness, but to Salina it was a great gift indeed. She melted at the sight of the flower.

‘Once every five years. Remarkable.’

‘You see how beautiful the desert is, Salina?’ Aztar gave a look of utter satisfaction. ‘This is all I ever wanted. It’s all a man could ever need.’ Then he took her hand. ‘That and a woman.’

She looked away, surprised to feel herself blushing. ‘It can’t always be like this, Aztar. There is a real world outside the desert. Soon it will come for us.’

‘Perhaps,’ Aztar replied. ‘But not today.’

He let go of her hand and picked his way toward the magnificent flower, and when he reached it he hovered over it for a moment, sticking his nose into the bloom and grinning at its scent. Then, to Salina’s horror, he cupped the flower in his hand and pulled it loose of its stem.

‘No!’ Salina shrieked. ‘Aztar, why’d you do that?’

He held the bloom carefully in his hand as he returned to her. ‘Because it only lasts a day. Because nothing lasts, Salina, and while it’s still alive I want you to have it.’

‘But you’ve killed it!’

‘No, it will not die until tomorrow. Even if it were on its stem it would still die tomorrow. So until then, it is for you to enjoy.’

His logic was maddening, yet she took the flower when he handed it to her, gently cradling it with both hands. Its breathtaking scent climbed up her nose, something like the orchids her father grew back home but a hundred times more pungent.

‘It’s like perfume!’ She sniffed again. ‘Expensive perfume.’

‘Priceless,’ Aztar said. ‘And only a handful of people know where to find them.’

Salina smiled at him. ‘Thank you, Aztar.’

He took her hand again. ‘Come. Let’s sit by the water.’

Happy to be free of the thorns, Salina hopped her way out of the prickly grass and followed Aztar back around the hillside, still cradling the flower in her palm. He guided her toward the spring bubbling up from the earth, spreading its clear water like fingers in all directions. Near the spring was a patch of flattened grass, obviously pushed down by Aztar’s many trips to the oasis. They sat upon the grass, cooled by the shade of a nearby palm and calmed by the sound of the spring. Aztar leaned back, inviting Salina to lay next to him. Salina took the invitation but placed her head on his chest instead. Both of them stared up into the blue sky.

For a long time, neither of them spoke.

Salina let her mind trip through happy memories, enchanted by the days she had spent with Aztar. Like the rainbow kiss, their love had bloomed. She was not a princess anymore. With Aztar and his people, she was just a woman, young and plain, ready to get her hands dirty tending sheep or cooking meals. It was idyllic, the world that Aztar had created, far from the turmoil of city life or the thousand pressures of being a king’s daughter.

‘I’m right, you know,’ she said finally. ‘It can’t last. They’ll come for me.’

Aztar took his time responding. He continued looking up into the sky. At last he nodded. ‘Yes.’

‘And all this will end.’

‘No.’

‘No?’

He hesitated. ‘I won’t let it.’

‘Even you can’t defeat my father, Aztar.’

‘Can I not? If there were an army, I would defeat them for you, Salina.’

Salina laughed. ‘You would try, my love.’

‘All right, yes. I would try. Speak no more of it. Not today.’

But there were things on Salina’s mind that would not go away. She said softly, ‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it? The peace of the desert.’

‘Mmm, yes,’ Aztar sighed. ‘Glorious. The desert is full of magic.’

‘We can have peace. We can go somewhere where my father will never find us. What do you think of that, Aztar?’

She felt him shake his head.

‘We cannot.’

‘No? Why not?’

‘Because we are not alone, Salina. Because I am not alone. I’m not free to leave. My people need me.’

‘But surely they would understand. .’

‘No, Salina. Maybe it is you who doesn’t understand.’ Aztar began to stroke her hair. ‘These people who follow me — they aren’t just friends. They’re even more than family. They came to me because they believed in the same things I did — a free desert, unpolluted by northerners or politics. They could have left me when I led them to defeat at Jador, but they did not. They don’t have anywhere else to go, and I would never leave them. Never. Do you see?’

‘Yes,’ said Salina, though it pained her to admit it. ‘I do see.

‘I don’t want power, Salina. I did once, but no more. And I don’t pretend that the desert is mine anymore. Vala has taught me all about folly! Now I know what is important. You’re important. And my people are important.’

Salina closed her eyes. His words were beautiful to her.

‘Salina? Tell me what you’re thinking.’

‘I’m thinking that the sky is very blue today, Aztar.’ Salina took a breath, concealing her emotions. ‘I’m thinking that it doesn’t matter what happens. Today is perfect.’

*

Salina and Aztar spent the rest of the day at the oasis, finally leaving in the late afternoon. It was a race to return to camp before the sun went down. Her belly full from the food and wine Aztar had packed for them, Salina settled onto the drowa, this time sitting in front of Aztar and resting her head against his chest. They spoke very little on the ride back, for there seemed little to say. Salina felt marvelously contented and didn’t want to spoil her mood with words.

By the time they reached the encampment, the sun was sinking below the horizon. A fiery aura lit the western sky. Torches and campfires had come alive in camp and a lull had settled over the Voruni as they made ready for the evening. Salina could smell the cooking fires and the savoury odour of rendering sheep fat. To her, it smelled like home. Voruni men and women came out to greet them, waving casually as they passed. A boy in a ragged desert tunic hurried forward to offer help, taking hold of the drowa’s bridle. Aztar gently shooed the boy away as the drowa sauntered toward Aztar’s pavilion. Then, as they neared the grand tent, Salina noticed a group of men seated around a campfire. Many of them were Voruni, people familiar to Salina. Many of them were not. Aztar slowed his drowa, tensing at the sight of them. Salina felt her heart skip.

‘Jashien. .’

Her bodyguard had returned, and this time had brought soldiers with him. At least a dozen Ganjeese guardsmen waited with Jashien, looking impatient as they sat near Aztar’s tent. As the prince and princess approached, the Voruni men got to their feet. Jashien turned to face them and immediately rose. Out of the crowd came Harani, looking perplexed.

‘Harani,’ Aztar began carefully. ‘When did they arrive?’

‘This morning,’ said Harani. ‘Not long after you left.’

Salina looked toward Aztar. ‘They’re here for me.’

Aztar nodded. ‘I know.’

‘Aztar-’

‘Don’t worry.’

The prince rode up to the gathered men, greeting his Voruni and barely glancing at his Ganjeese visitors. Jashien was careful not to talk too soon. Aztar got down from the drowa, then helped Salina off its back.

‘Harani,’ he said, ‘take Salina with you.’

‘No!’ Salina insisted. ‘I want to stay.’

Aztar grimaced, but relented quickly. He glared at Jashien. Beside the bodyguard lay a chest, sitting closed near the campfire. Salina spied the chest, wondering what kind of bribe lay inside. She stood beside Aztar.

‘I’m not going back,’ she told Jashien. ‘No matter what’s inside that chest.’

Jashien was not a villain, at least Salina had never thought him one. His face filled with concern at her defiance.

‘Princess, your father worries about you. He cares for you deeply and wants you to come home. That’s why I’m here.’

‘Is that why you brought soldiers with you?’ Aztar asked pointedly.

The guardsmen were all on their feet and looking at Aztar. Though they were surrounded by Voruni men, they seemed unafraid. Salina knew they were seasoned fighters, all of them, meant to intimidate Aztar. Jashien smiled diplomatically.

‘Last time I came here I was alone, with only one other man to help me,’ said Jashien. ‘You’re right, Prince Aztar — these men are here to make a point. King Baralosus wants you to know he is serious.’

‘Serious?’

‘About getting his daughter back.’

Aztar gestured toward the chest. ‘And that?’

‘The same thing,’ said Jashien. ‘To show you how serious the king is.’

‘A bribe,’ Aztar sneered.

‘An offering, Prince Aztar. A gesture of goodwill and friendship.’ Jashien shrugged. ‘A gift, if you like.’

‘What is it?’ Salina asked crossly.

Jashien turned to his one of his men, a soldier close to his own age. Producing a key from his pocket, he tossed it to the soldier and said, ‘Open it.’

The guardsman worked the key in the lock, took the bolt from the clasp and slowly opened the lid of the chest. What Salina saw dazzled her. Every imaginable treasure sparkled inside the chest, gleaming in firelight. Twinkling golden jewelry, ruby encrusted goblets, chains of silver and ropes of pearls lay atop each other, piled high inside the chest. Coins of every size slipped between them like sand.

‘A fortune,’ said Jashien. ‘Enough to start your own small kingdom, I would say.’

Salina was speechless, as was Aztar. She looked at him for any sign of weakness. The prince stared at the riches in the chest, but his expression was unreadable. She could not tell if he was enamoured or offended by the offering.

‘This isn’t all, Prince Aztar,’ Jashien continued. ‘There’s more.’

Aztar finally pulled his eyes from the chest. ‘What more?’

‘King Baralosus knows of your love for his daughter. He honours it. He also knows the cravings of your heart, Prince Aztar.’

‘What? No man knows my heart.’

Jashien shrugged. ‘Call in a sense, then. Once you sought recognition from the king. You wanted the desert to be yours, to set up a kingdom of your own here. That can happen now. If you’ll do as the king requests.’

Salina tightened her grasp of Aztar. ‘My father wants me back. That’s it, Jashien, isn’t it?’

Jashien nodded. ‘Yes, Princess.’

‘No,’ said Aztar quickly. ‘That will not be.’

‘Prince Aztar, please,’ cautioned Jashien. ‘Think on what the king is offering. A place at his table. A voice in decisions! And your own kingdom, recognized by Ganjor.’

Aztar gave a bitter laugh. ‘The desert is no man’s to grant,’ he said. ‘Or to claim. I have learned that the hard way.’

‘King Baralosus can grant it,’ Jashien argued. ‘He has the power and the riches to make it happen. You know that, Prince Aztar. If the king says you too are a king, than it shall be. And those treasures in the chest can all be yours.’

‘And Salina? What of her?’

Jashien hesitated a moment. ‘Prince Aztar, there are realities, things to consider. As I have said, King Baralosus honours your love for his daughter.’

‘Yes?’

‘But what you have done has harmed him. It is kidnapping.’

‘No,’ Salina protested. ‘I came to Aztar. He did not take me against my will.’

‘Some don’t see it that way, Princess. Some say that Aztar has stolen you, and that your father is weak. Not all the people think this, but enough. And after what you did. .’

Salina felt herself shrink. ‘Yes.’ She nodded. ‘I’m the one who harmed my father. Not Aztar.’

‘So?’ Aztar pressed. ‘What does he offer us?’

‘You may marry Princess Salina, but not quickly. Time, Prince Aztar. That’s what the king is asking of you. Time to let things relax, time to let his enemies forget.’

‘Enemies? You’re talking politics.’

‘That’s right. We’re both men, Prince Aztar. We understand these things. You do, certainly. You knew the risks when you let the princess stay with you. And now you have a chance for all the things you ever wanted! You just have to be patient.’

‘And return me to my father,’ said Salina. She considered the possibility of it, and it filled her with dread. ‘Aztar?’

‘You’re afraid, Salina,’ said Aztar. ‘Do not be. Jashien, go back to Ganjor. Take the chest home with you.’

Jashien looked stunned. ‘Prince Aztar. .’

‘Go and tell King Baralosus what I’ve already said. Salina is staying here with me because that is what she wishes. She’s not a slave or property. She is a woman grown and has her own will, and her will is to remain here.’

Salina steeled herself for Jashien’s reaction. He had brought soldiers with him for a reason.

‘If that’s what you want, I will give the king your message,’ said Jashien. ‘But I must warn you, Prince Aztar. There is more that the king wishes you to know.’

Aztar remained cool. ‘Tell me.’

‘These men aren’t here to fight you,’ said Jashien. ‘They’re only here to protect the treasure. But if I don’t return to Ganjor with the princess, more soldiers will come. This is King Baralosus’ promise to you. This is his threat.’ He looked at Salina. ‘Please tell him, Princess. Tell him that your father is not lying.’

Wrenched by what Jashien was saying, Salina looked at Aztar. On his wounded face she saw determination, and not a hint of fear.

‘Aztar, he means what he says. My father-’

‘I mean what I say, too,’ Aztar insisted. ‘I will not give you over to your father, Salina. Let him come. Let him bring his armies!’

‘He will, Prince Aztar,’ said Jashien. ‘He will. This is your chance. Take it, for your own sake.’

But Aztar was as a deaf man, hearing none of Jashien’s pleas. He told the bodyguard, ‘I have all that I need now, Jashien. I have no use for golden goblets; all the wine tastes the same to me. Go and tell your king that his daughter is safe. And that she will not be coming back to him.’

Jashien knew his argument was lost. Salina saw resolve on his face. He nodded solemnly, then went to the chest and closed it with a thud. ‘I admire you, Prince Aztar,’ he said. ‘You’re a brave man. But bravery is dangerous. And sometimes stupid.’

Aztar merely smiled. ‘Stay the night and rest. Eat. But in the morning be gone from here.’

Keeping hold of Salina’s arm, he led her past the gathering and into his tent. There, he closed the flaps behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Salina felt unsteady, her stomach pitching with nervousness. She sat herself down on the pillows near the low table, reaching for a pitcher of wine but not pouring any. Her eyes darted around the room. Her thoughts came in staccato waves.

‘What will happen now?’ she asked.

‘Your father will come for you,’ said Aztar. He sat down before her on the pillows. ‘He won’t give up until he has you back.’

‘Then I must go to him. I can’t let him harm you.’

Aztar shook his head. ‘No, you won’t do that. It’s not what either of us want, Salina. We have taken this stand. We cannot surrender now.’

‘Then what?’ Salina looked hard at him. ‘He is powerful, Aztar. He has the men and weapons to get what he wants.’

‘He may come,’ said Aztar, ‘but he won’t get what he wants. He wants you, Salina. And when he comes for you, you won’t be here.’