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A Hundred Thousand Arrows – Lightspeed Magazine



After many years of warring, a time of peace got here to the Krushan dynasty. The good armies of the Burnt Empire put aside their battle armor and weapons in change for flowers and rice.

An amazing celebration lit up the streets of Hastinaga, the capital metropolis.

The wedding of Emperor Sha’ant and his uncommon new Empress, Jilana.

The daughter of a fisher chief married to the Emperor of the best empire within the recognized world!

This in itself was extremely uncommon.

The circumstances through which the wedding had occurred have been much more uncommon.

It was the stuff of legends, and regardless that the Burnt Empire bred legends as simply as a sugarcane crop breeds snakes, some legends bear telling greater than others.


Prince Regent Vrath’s horrible oath of lifelong celibacy was already the stuff of legend. Everybody knew that the inheritor to the world’s largest empire had sworn to by no means cohabit to be able to make sure that his new stepmother Jilana’s future progeny can be the one ones with a declare to the throne. Jilana herself bore no animosity towards Vrath; if something, his unprecedented vow earned him her admiration and respect. However she was visibly pleased with her undisputed standing as Empress and mom of the longer term heirs of the good empire.

And so Sha’ant and Jilana have been married and now lived collectively in nice happiness. Together with his second spouse, Sha’ant discovered all of the achievement he desired. Much more than together with his first, long-mourned spouse Jeel, he skilled the complete spectrum of companionship, for Jilana was mortal and had no nice secrets and techniques, nor any hidden agenda. In truth, it was for the methods by which she differed from Jeel that Jeel herself had chosen her as Sha’ant’s second mate, guiding him unknowingly in the direction of Jilana’s boat on that fateful day of their first encounter.

In time, he crammed her womb with youngster and she or he gave delivery to a fantastic son. They named him Gada. From the very outset, he was keen on sports activities and video games of valor, and it was evident he would become a courageous and well-known warrior. Quickly after, Jilana gave delivery to a second son, whom they named Virya. Whereas unable to maintain up together with his elder brother in sports activities, Virya found that he was superior with the bow and concentrated his efforts on mastering that weapon. Quickly he was the most effective younger archers within the metropolis.

However their happiness didn’t final. The malaise of dynasty that had plagued the dominion because the origin of their race continued to take its toll upon all those that referred to as themselves Krushan as properly—and earlier than his sons might attain full maturity, the good King Sha’ant sadly succumbed to a deadly sickness.

Sha’ant and Jilana’s eldest son Gada had been named inheritor, and Gada took his place and his father’s loss very critically—maybe too critically, as his subsequent actions would quickly present.

Very shortly after inheriting the throne and simply past the age of majority, Gada was challenged to a duel by a strong harva. Like different urrkh, harva have been highly effective demon-mortal combined breeds, imbued with the bodily type and limitations of people however pushed by the wants and appetites of all urrkh, the demon races; they typically served as spies and provocateurs appearing on behalf of their urrkh brethren. For years, the harva had sought to lure Vrath into fight, so as to ferret out the demi-god’s weaknesses, if any, in order that different urrkh may notice them and discover ways to defeat probably the most feared Krushan warrior. Unable to attract the legendary Vrath into battle, the harva noticed his alternative to greatest a Krushan king by frightening Gada as an alternative. Towards Vrath’s recommendation, the younger king agreed to the fight with the infamous trickster.

At some point towards the top of winter, Gada and the harva met on the banks of the river Hiranyavati and commenced to struggle.

Days later, they have been nonetheless preventing and camp needed to be arrange close by to offer for them and their supporters.

Each opponents have been evenly matched.

What Gada possessed in measurement, bulk, and power, his opponent matched in agility, drive, and velocity.

Often, when two warriors with contradictory skills met in fight, one tended to beat the opposite. However on this case, each inflicted damage upon damage on the opposite with out with the ability to deal a deadly or lethal blow. Someway, their totally different physique varieties and preventing types, even their disparate physiques, erased every one’s benefit, they usually clashed many times with no conclusive end result.

One factor that each had in widespread was endurance and cussed willpower.

Their duel continued for 3 lengthy years with neither warrior capable of show himself superior.

Lastly resorting to trickery, the harva used urrkh maya—the facility of phantasm—to delude the younger Krushan king, seemingly turning himself right into a mirror picture of Gada. Gada was inexperienced and untested sufficient that he fell for the ploy. Unnerved at dealing with himself in fight, Gada hesitated however for a second, but it was sufficient for the harva to in the end strike a deadly blow. However whilst Gada fell, he struck again, slaying his opponent in flip. Each opponents died collectively, equally matched in dying as that they had been in life.

After this tragedy, Vrath put in Jilana’s youthful son Virya because the king of Hastinaga. Virya was nonetheless however a boy and was smart sufficient to know that Vrath, although he held no official titles, was the actual pressure behind the governance and administration of the empire. So he did as his stepbrother suggested and the dominion ran as effectively as ever, for the individuals and the enemies of the dominion all knew that as long as Vrath stood by the throne, none might problem it efficiently.


In contrast to his over-eager brother, Virya had no urge for food for conflict.

Maybe it was the results of rising up in his brother’s shadow throughout his adolescence, watching his elder sibling obtain such mastery at such a younger age—and figuring out he might by no means match that degree of accomplishment or expertise. And, then, later, to see that very same valorous brother—whom he had come to think about as indomitable and invulnerable—killed in fight . . . maybe the shock was too nice, or maybe he merely lacked as nice a want to do battle, however Virya was cautious to decide on his fights correctly and have interaction in violence solely when he had no different choice.

When he did battle, Virya did so bravely and fiercely and none might query his capacity or his braveness. However with Vrath as his champion and protector, he not often had event to raise a sword or put arrow to bowstring.

And this maybe was the actual cause why Virya had by no means had an opportunity to accumulate the celebrity of a warrior as had his brother and so many others of their line earlier than him, for who might emerge from the shadow of Vrath—and why would Vrath ever let his ward face any pointless dangers? Vrath was twice as protecting of Virya now that Gada was gone, leaving this slender and quiet younger man the only inheritor to the throne of Hastinaga. Certainly, Vrath appeared to go to nice lengths to make sure that the younger prince was by no means put within the path of hazard for any purpose.

This turned most evident when Virya turned an grownup and of marriageable age. Vrath and his stepmother Jilana each knew that it was crucial that Virya marry quickly and sire youngsters to be able to additional the dynasty. It was uncommon for there to be just one Krushan male extant; if something have been to occur to Virya, the dynasty would come to an abrupt finish, and that might be the best tragedy of all. Vrath assured Jilana that he wouldn’t permit such a factor come to cross.

So when he heard that the king of Serapi was looking for appropriate husbands for his three daughters, every of whom have been famed for his or her magnificence and skills, Vrath resolved that he would marry at the very least considered one of them to Virya.

The chance introduced itself when the lord of Serapi invited all of the kings of the land to return and show their prowess at arms at a mate-pairing occasion referred to as a swayamvara; every would compete to say the eye of the lord of Serapi’s daughters, every of whom would then select her husband from the victors.

Custom dictated that Virya attend the swayamvara and compete for the hand of the Serapi princesses. However Vrath knew the extent of competitors was extraordinarily excessive—far larger than his ward was able to matching. At greatest, Virya may fare in addition to a number of the others in archery; at worst, he can be hopelessly humiliated and stand no probability of profitable the hand of any of the Serapi lord’s daughters.

In any case, Virya had grown up within the shadow of his brother—but in addition of the legendary Vrath—and this had made him much less aggressively inclined than most Krushan princes. Vrath knew the kings who can be attending the swayamvara: They have been lions and hyenas and would fortunately tear each other aside with their naked palms to do nothing greater than show their masculine superiority; with three lovely princesses at stake, they might do virtually something.

In such a contest, there was no means Virya would return house alive.

Vrath knew what he should do.

The tough, merciless customs of the Burnt Empire, typically seen as rapacious, predatory, and unabashedly aggressive, weren’t his pure method. Vrath was a person of mild graces and quiet energy. He most popular to win by talking softly and carrying a really huge sword. However there have been occasions that referred to as for one thing extra assertive. Custom demanded now that Vrath discover brides for his half-brother Virya with out risking the prince inheritor’s personal life. Even outright abduction was thought-about acceptable follow beneath the circumstances! Such have been the methods of the Krushan.

However Vrath was solely half-Krushan and although his aloof method and unstoppable drive might be seen as merciless and overriding, he was actually merely a person targeted on doing what was wanted. When his father Sha’ant had sought to marry Jilana, and had required that big sacrifice from Vrath, his vow of celibacy had allowed Vrath to play the hero. However now, if the Krushan dynasty was to proceed, Vrath must play the villain.

He went about it as he went about every part else: in legendary method.


Vrath had a single giant chariot ready for himself and set out for Serapi, having knowledgeable neither Jilana nor Virya of the swayamvara or his plan.

When he arrived on the event pavilion, he noticed the hundreds gathered there. There have been lots of of individuals alone: all kings of bigger or lesser kingdoms, every a champion in his personal proper. As well as, tens of hundreds of Kosalans had come to view the competitors.

Upon the good dais sat King Kashya, after whom the capital metropolis of Kosala was named. Beside him have been three younger ladies of such breathtaking magnificence that even Vrath, celibate although he was, knew that he couldn’t discover a higher spouse for Virya if he have been to look the complete kingdom.

Swayamvaras have been elaborate affairs and King Kashya meant to make the swayamvara of his daughters the grandest ever. There have been infinite formal gestures and protocols, culminating in a prolonged laborious recitation of the lengthy record of individuals, with appropriate introductions for every of the kings current. This itself went on for an hour or extra and it was whereas the recitation was at its most boring level, with even the kings themselves looking forward to the competition to be underway, that Vrath made his transfer.

Striding onto the dais, Vrath boldly approached the bejeweled thrones upon which the three princesses sat. They appeared up on the sudden stranger, puzzled at his sudden look. Vrath smiled at them, then bent down and grasped their wrists. His hand was giant sufficient to clutch two of them in a single fist, and he caught maintain of the third princess’s arm together with his different hand. Forcing them to their ft, he started strolling off the dais with them in tow. At first the princesses have been too shocked to react. They stumbled after him, not absolutely comprehending what was happening. It was their father the king who noticed the tall black-bearded man main his daughters away and rose to his ft, surprised.

“Halt!” cried Kashya. “Unhand my daughters! Who’re you? How dare you lay arms on my princesses?”

Vrath continued with out responding.

“Guards,” cried the king. “Cease that man!”

There have been hundreds of guards current on the occasion and all of them have been alerted by the king’s cries. The announcer who had been droning on together with his recitation of the names of the members ceased talking, and by levels everybody current started to develop conscious of the commotion on the royal dais. A number of scores of troopers started approaching and surrounding the dais, blocking Vrath’s path. With drawn swords, spears and bows, they threatened him on each aspect.

In response, Vrath pushed the one princess in the direction of her two sisters and grasped maintain of all three wrists in his left hand. Then, together with his proper hand he drew his sword and held it to their throats, or shut sufficient that he might stab them with a fast jab if he wished.

Directly, the king cried out in dismay. “Please! Don’t hurt them! They’re the jewels of my life. Inform me what it’s you want.”

Vrath indicated the troopers with a jerk of his head. “Ask your troopers to withdraw. Let nobody threaten me or your daughters might fare the more severe for it. I can’t depart and not using a struggle, and if we battle, these three jewels will certainly be lowered to valuable mud.”

King Kashya swiftly gave orders for the troopers to again away. Vrath noticed that his request was being obeyed and waited for a pathway to be cleared so he might depart with the princesses. In the meantime, that they had begun to wrestle towards his grip. Amber, the eldest, struggled most fiercely, and when she discovered herself unable to interrupt freed from her captor’s iron grip, she stated to her sisters, “He have to be too cowardly to participate within the swayamvara and win us by truthful means, subsequently he manhandles us and steals us away by pressure!”

Vrath grinned at her phrases and turned to her father, the king. “Kashya! Your daughter calls me a coward. Do you assume me one as nicely?”

The king was too diplomatic to reply aloud however stared balefully again on the abductor of his daughters.

It was Ember, the second sister, who spoke up. She stated spitefully, “What else can we consider a person who behaves on this barbaric trend? If not a coward, a barbarian!”

Vrath laughed lengthy and exhausting. The opposite kings, now conscious of what was happening, stared balefully on the man who was trying to steal away the ladies that they had dreamed of creating their wives. “Take heed to me, all of you! My identify is Vrath, son of Sha’ant. Have you learnt who I’m?”

On the point out of his identify, all current reacted. Champions and warriors all, they every knew who he was and what he was able to doing on the battlefield. “Do you assume me a coward?” he requested. “Or a barbarian?”

They shook their heads, many talking aloud to say “Nay.”

The king of Serapi knew who Vrath was too. He determined to probability talking: “Then why do you do that deed? You’re a legendary warrior from one of many biggest dynasties. In case you want one in every of my daughters as your spouse, win her hand pretty. If the legends are true, you’re able to besting all of the kings current right here!”

“I’m,” Vrath stated, utterly with out vanity for he knew this to be a easy reality, “and that’s exactly why I assert my proper to take your daughters house immediately. I don’t have to take part on this weeklong contest to show my superiority at arms. And certainly all these males gathered right here at present don’t want to die by my hand. However I want you to know that I don’t do that for myself, for I’ve taken a lifelong vow of celibacy. I’m taking them to Hastinaga to be wives to my ward Virya. Take consolation in the truth that they shall be queens of Hastinaga, Serapi-naresh. Certainly you’d take delight in that?”

Kashya needed to admit the considered being allied to the Home of Krushan was a high quality one. The Krushan nation was extra highly effective than any of the others represented right here. He was silenced by Vrath’s phrases.

However his daughters weren’t. “What of our selection?” cried Umber, the third sister. “In a swayamvara, we’ve the fitting to decide on our husbands from among the many victors. This violates our proper to decide on!”

Vrath nodded. “I can’t argue with that. However beneath Krushan regulation, this type of marriage is equally acceptable. It is likely one of the eight recognized varieties. And as your father and lots of others right here will attest, it’s a lengthy time-honored custom to take brides by drive. If any right here is courageous sufficient to cease me, I shall face him in fight and show my value. If not, then I assert my proper to win these princesses for my ward Virya!”

And with these phrases, he started strolling once more, dragging the princesses previous the cordon of guards that stood and watched powerlessly as he went as much as his chariot. Lashing the women to the reins-post so they might not escape whereas he drove, he began the chariot and commenced driving away at nice velocity. He had requested his charioteers to harness the strongest quickest horses within the royal secure, and the chariot raced away from Serapi with the velocity of lightning. Directly, every of the kings current started donning his armor and calling for his chariot or horse in an effort to give pursuit. A number of have been cautious sufficient of Vrath’s status to abstain from any direct battle, however they have been prepared to comply with to view the encounter.

The king of Serapi’s chief minister requested him if the military was to be despatched out to comply with after the princesses.

King Kashya watched the lots of of kings who had come to take part within the swayamvara, clambering aboard their chariots and mounting their horses, clad in full armor, every accompanied by their retinue of private guards, all wheeling and turning to go away the town, giving chase to the kidnapped princesses. “What number of armies we could ship?” he requested. “In addition to, these have been the lads who have been to compete for his or her arms in marriage. Let this be their check.”

The chief minister was an previous man and he noticed the knowledge within the king’s phrases. In older occasions, this was actually what a swayamvara meant: a melee by which all suitors fought to the dying. As soon as the mud and blood spatter settled, the ladies selected their husbands from amongst these left standing. All Vrath had accomplished was to chop brief the ceremonial pomp and regress the occasion to its older, extra brutal origins. Now, all that remained was to attend and see who “gained.”


They have been lower than a yojana out of Serapi when Amber referred to as out triumphantly: “Right here they arrive!” Her sisters cried out with matching enthusiasm.

Vrath glanced again over his shoulder. Driving an eight-horse staff required fixed adjustment and a single error of judgement might convey down the complete group, almost definitely hobbling or crippling a number of of the horses. The journey to Hastinaga was an extended one and he wanted all eight to hold the mixed weight of the chariot and 4 individuals. It was the rationale why he had not introduced even a charioteer, preferring to tackle this activity alone relatively than depend on anybody else. Alone was how he fought greatest. He allowed himself a single look again.

That they had pursuers.

An unfurling cloud of mud was seen on the horizon, maybe half a yojana behind them. At that fee, they might meet up with Vrath’s chariot in a short time. He had anticipated that. He didn’t know the territory right here too nicely, in any other case he would have picked an appropriate vantage level and waited for them to return to him. He might nonetheless do this: This was a hilly area and there have been any variety of excessive spots which made appropriate defensive websites. However he discarded that choice instantly: He had no want to delay this struggle. Stopping and choosing a spot might simply flip into an extended siege. His pursuers had solely to encompass him and hold overwhelming him with drive of numbers. He wouldn’t lose in the long run however the princesses would possible find yourself lifeless in consequence, if not from the crossfire then from hunger, thirst, or publicity.

So he selected to experience on, growing velocity. He would drive the enemy to return to him and battle him on the run. Few warriors might battle nicely from a chariot and it might weed out the ineffectual and incompetent. People who remained must use their greatest efforts instantly or danger being outpaced. This manner, he would pressure the struggle to start and finish shortly, decreasing the danger to the princesses to a minimal.

The princesses took his improve of velocity to imply the precise reverse, in fact.

“See, Ember, Umber,” stated the eldest one with the sharp tongue. “He’s too cowardly to face and battle, so he tries to run away. He doesn’t understand that Shalva will catch him regardless of how briskly he rides!”

Vrath questioned who this Shalva could be, however knew higher than to talk simply then. He targeted his consideration on steering the workforce throughout a rocky path, making an attempt as greatest as he might to keep away from one among them stepping on the fist-sized rocks that lay strewn about all over the place.

They took his silence to imply worry as nicely. “You converse really, Amber,” stated the third sister Umber. “It won’t be lengthy now earlier than we’re saved and may return house.”

Vrath smiled at that. He completed negotiating the rocky path and noticed that the best way forward was clear for a superb few miles. “Is that what you would like?” he requested, talking loudly sufficient to be heard above the sound of the horses and the chariot and the wind. “To return house . . . and proceed the swayamvara?”

“Sure!” stated Ember, the center one. “For that means we now have satisfaction of selection and dignity!”

Vrath laughed at her pomposity and naivete. “You silly woman! Should you actually want to have delight and dignity, you wouldn’t have a swayamvara in any respect. You’d merely select your man and marry him. That’s true freedom of selection.”

They exclaimed on the absurdity of this suggestion. “How would we all know if he’s one of the best at arms or not?” requested the eldest once more, her lovely brown eyes flashing angrily.

Vrath needed to admit she was probably the most engaging of the three, if additionally probably the most shrewish. “Why ought to a person solely be greatest at arms to be an appropriate husband? Can he not merely be a very good man? A loving, caring, delicate, educated, clever man?” He was describing Virya though she didn’t comprehend it.

She wrinkled her nostril at him as if he had prompt she marry a fowl or a fish as an alternative of a person. “A person who can’t greatest others at arms to show his love just isn’t match to be my husband,” she stated haughtily. “Or the husband of both of my sisters!”

Vrath laughed lengthy and onerous at that. She didn’t perceive why he laughed and turned away, after capturing him a final smoldering look of fury. He was stunned to seek out himself provoked, maybe even just a little aroused by that look. However he had lengthy since mastered his senses and wishes and his arousal was extra by means of a faint reminiscence of what arousal had as soon as been relatively than the precise sensation. Nonetheless, it took him abruptly, to come across a lady who evoked even the reminiscence of that feeling inside him. He thought it might be a high-quality factor to see this one, Amber, eat her phrases and settle for that she was flawed. And he additionally thought that she can be a troublesome however robust spouse for Virya.

Their pursuers caught up with them after one other yojana. Vrath felt them coming by the change within the vibrations from the chariot. There have been no less than 100 of them within the first group itself, with others pressured to comply with solely because of the limitations of the terrain. He felt additionally that a number of can be taking totally different routes to attempt to reduce them off at numerous factors, some to put ambushes forward. He grinned to himself. It might be an fascinating journey house, that was sure.

He bent to select up his bow, to string it. He might, in fact, have summoned his celestial bow—that unbreakable, formidable divine weapon that would outmatch any man-made one—however he selected to make use of a easy unmagical one as an alternative, maybe to even the chances in his mortal opponent’s favor. He sensed one of many princesses watching him balefully and glanced at her: It was Amber, in fact. She turned her eyes away when he caught her wanting and he sensed that she had been sizing him up, evaluating him as a warrior. And maybe one thing extra.

“Who’s Shalva?” he requested casually as he strung the bow. The trouble didn’t exert him in any respect, and he famous the best way her eyes narrowed on the ease with which he bent the longbow and strung it deftly.

She didn’t reply directly. He waited, not urgent her, appearing as if the query hardly mattered to him, which in reality it didn’t.

“He’s the one who would have gained me,” she stated shortly, then seemed away as if regretting having answered. However one thing occurred to her and she or he turned again virtually directly. “And can achieve this even now,” she asserted vehemently.

“He shall definitely have his probability,” Vrath replied jovially. “However don’t decide him too harshly if he fails. Profitable at arms just isn’t the one victory.”

She stared at him as if he had spoken a overseas language. “In fact it’s!” she stated indignantly. “You solely say that since you are afraid you’ll lose and be killed!”

He smiled sadly at her. “There’s a lot you have no idea concerning the world, princess Amber,” he stated. “And I’m a type of issues.”

She stared at him in full incomprehension. Then, annoyed, she turned away once more and ignored him. She spoke to her sisters and all three of them seemed again and watched because the mud cloud following them coalesced into recognizable types.

Vrath counted no less than 4 rating chariots exhausting on their heels. Of them, about two arms’ rely would attain arrow vary in moments. And one in every of them, a brilliant shining gold-inlaid chariot that mirrored the late morning solar’s rays like a mirror, was far forward of the pack, already inside arrow vary and gaining quick. He questioned why that forerunner had not began firing arrows but, then realized the rationale: He was afraid of hitting the princesses by mistake.

He smiled to himself. That was one of many issues he had hoped for when he had determined upon this plan. At the least for now, the will to show themselves superior warriors was nonetheless outweighed by their want to realize wives. It was when that stability shifted to the previous want that the actual preventing would begin.

The forerunner drew nearer, and as he approached, the 2 youthful sisters exclaimed and turned to their elder sister, smiling. “There he comes! We knew he would come!”

Out the nook of his eye, Vrath noticed Amber smile. She sensed him watching her covertly and glanced at him. He turned to take a look at her and she or he turned away directly, however not earlier than he had seen the uncertainty clouding her lovely brown eyes. She is clever sufficient to know that this won’t be so simple as she would really like it to be. Or else I might not have been capable of abduct her and her sisters within the first place, from beneath the very aquiline noses of a number of thousand armed males within the coronary heart of her personal homeland.

Sure, he thought, smiling inwardly, this one would make an excellent spouse for Virya! He solely hoped that Virya would be capable of hold her beneath management.

The thundering of chariot wheels grew steadily behind them till the forerunner was just a few rating yards behind. When the space between them had decreased to 3 rating yards, Vrath noticed daylight flash on one thing metallic because it left the chariot and rose into the air in a bowing arc. “Hold your heads down,” he advised the three princesses matter-of-factly. “And don’t get in my means.” He checked out every of them in flip, ensuring their eyes met and he communicated his seriousness. “Don’t even attempt,” he stated, his voice steely. “Even when one among you survives the journey, that shall be acceptable to me.”

He noticed their eyes widen as they realized what he meant. All their lives, that they had encountered solely males who obeyed their each command or desired them intensely sufficient to do as they desired. He was in all probability the primary man who didn’t care if any of them lived or died.

The javelin was superbly launched, considering the respective speeds of each chariots, the wind issue, and the exact location of the goal. Vrath estimated that it might land exactly on his again, punching a gap by means of his rib cage and bursting his lungs, to blow up out of his chest. The wound can be a mortal one, immediately deadly. There can be no escaping it. And because of the nature of the street, he might neither swerve the chariot to keep away from it, for worry of putting towards one of many many giant boulders bordering the street on both aspect, nor depart the reins for worry of the horses veering barely off path and the chariot putting the identical boulders.

So he did the one factor he might. Ready till the final on the spot, judging the trajectory of the falling javelin precisely because the thrower himself had executed, he reached out and snatched the falling missile out of the air. The sound of the heavy wooden slapping exhausting into his palm was shockingly loud, even above the thundering of the horse hooves and chariot wheels. The pressure of the influence was sufficient to jar him to his heels. However he caught it completely, the lethal metal-coated level barely inches from his again.

He turned to look on the princesses. They have been gaping wide-eyed at his hand, the one holding the javelin.

“Sisters, did you see . . .?” requested the youngest one.

They nodded dumbly, too surprised to talk.

Vrath grinned at them, then, turning from the waist with out leaving the reins, he despatched the javelin flying again the best way it had come, however at a direct trajectory. The missile flew again as straight as an arrow shot from a bow, and handed inside a hair’s breadth of the forerunner’s chariot. The weapon’s passing startled the horses into loud whinnies, even because it embedded itself within the entrance armor plate of the chariot. The chariot shook with the influence and the person driving it stared down with eyes that confirmed white even at this distance, realizing what Vrath meant him to understand: that he had intentionally thrown the weapon to warn him away, not injure or kill.

“The subsequent one will undergo your chest,” Vrath murmured, and turned again to thoughts his horses. He had solely taken his eyes off the street for a couple of moments and already the workforce chief had begun dragging them leftwards. He straightened them out as he heard a well-known whistling sound that would imply just one factor.

“Arrow bathe,” he sighed.

He raised his bow and loosed a single arrow, firing up into the air.

Then he continued driving the chariot with out wanting again.


Amber had by no means seen a warrior like the person who referred to as himself Vrath. He was horrible, monstrous, terrible. The nerve of the person, to storm into her father’s metropolis and abduct her sisters and her away whereas each suitor who desired them watched helplessly! What audacity! And the best way he had spoken to her father—she had seen her father’s face change when he introduced his identify and dynasty. She knew of the Krushan Empire and the Krushan race too. In a way, they have been the mom race of all who lived upon the subcontinent. And their nation was one of the highly effective, widest, and richest. Had their identify been referred to as in the course of the recitation of suitors collaborating, she would have felt a thrill of pleasure at being desired because the spouse of such a terrific Home. However to be kidnapped like this was humiliating and degrading! She had prayed for Shalva, her beloved, to return and slaughter this impudent bearded big and reduce off his head . . . or worse.

However then she had seen the best way he caught the javelin. She had by no means witnessed something so miraculous. She had seen a person catch a javelin as soon as, however that had been on an open subject, the place the person had been capable of look ahead to the javelin’s strategy and modify his physique to catch it. This Vrath fellow had been driving a chariot group of eight horses, wanting forward, and he had merely caught out his hand and caught the javelin because it fell. How was such a factor even potential? How might he have seen and judged its strategy so completely, and the way a lot power did it take to cease a flung javelin like that? She might hardly think about. It was a godlike feat, the type written about it within the fables one learn within the puranas and itihasas. One thing that Indra as soon as did, or Varuna or Vayu.

Now, she watched with large eyes as he shot a single arrow upwards, this time not even glancing again to guage the trajectory, wind velocity and path or any of the myriad elements concerned in a exact bow shot.

What impudence! How might anybody probably goal an arrow with out seeing? By sound alone? What if he misjudged? There have been so many elements to think about, it was not remotely attainable that he might hit his mark. Even when he didn’t care whether or not or not he struck true—even when he was merely capturing blindly to dissuade the pursuer—what concerning the arrows shot by Shalva that have been now falling in the direction of him, solely an on the spot away from killing him?

Sure, arrows. Plural. For Shalva had loosed his legendary astra, the Hailstorm. A single thick arrow that cut up open throughout flight to divide into quite a few smaller darts, every lethal sufficient to punch via armor and deal a critical damage, if not a mortal blow. It took nice power to easily unfastened such an arrow, and a particular bow that required three males’s power to bend and string. As soon as shot, Shalva had claimed, it by no means failed. He had downed complete corporations of enemy troopers with that arrow. He had even demonstrated it as soon as to her, showering an space three yards sq. with scores of tiny lethal black darts.

Amber had by no means anticipated to see the identical weapon deployed at her.

If even a type of strikes me or my sisters in an important organ, she thought as she watched the hail of missiles descend in the direction of her, we’ll certainly die.

She realized that Shalva should know that. Which meant that he had chosen to unfastened it anyway, risking her lives and the lives of her sisters, to be able to cease their abductor from getting away.

Silly man, she needed to scream.

However then Vrath had loosed his single arrow.

And because it shot up, she discovered herself unable to take her eyes off it, regardless that the Hailstorm would strike down instantly.

Vrath’s arrow rose up and burst into 100 fragments.

Every of the fragments flew sideways, parallel to the floor of the earth, like a flock of birds that rose upwards then all of the sudden cut up off to go their separate methods.

The fragments of Vrath’s arrows sliced via the Hailstorm.

Amber watched in disbelief because the fragments minimize every of the a number of black missiles into half, rendering them innocent in addition to halting their progress.

The chariot thundered on, and the items of Shalva’s fabled Hailstorm clattered to the dusty street behind the chariot, ineffective items of metallic and wooden.

“How—?” she began to ask, then stopped.

Vrath’s face had turned as darkish as a storm cloud.

“He meant to kill you as properly!” he roared. She recoiled on the sound of his voice. It was louder than any voice she had heard earlier than. She had heard males bellowing earlier than, however by no means so loudly. She had not thought it attainable for any man’s voice to be this loud! “He was capable of decide my capability from that single catch and counterstrike, and due to my status, he assumes that he will be unable to defeat me pretty. Subsequently he continues to strike from behind in violation of Krushan warrior code and makes an attempt to slay you innocents as nicely! That is unacceptable!”

Amber felt her sisters clutch her arms for consolation, frightened by the anger and depth of Vrath’s roaring. Amber herself was extra frightened by the information that he was proper: Shalva had meant to kill them, or else he would by no means have used the Hailstorm.

“Kill him then,” she heard herself say, her voice barely a croak misplaced within the thundering of hooves and wheels.

Vrath turned his head in the direction of her and she or he had a second when she felt as if he would certainly strike out at her. He possessed the facility and rage to do it. However she noticed his eyes they usually weren’t crammed with hatred for her, solely curiosity.

“Kill him then!” she repeated, loud sufficient that he might hear her clearly. “He has already forfeited me by concentrating on my sisters and myself. So do what you have to to save lots of us. I’ll by no means settle for him as my husband now.”

Vrath’s face cleared as instantly because it had clouded. It reminded her of a time when she was youthful and had been wanting down at her reflection in a lotus pond, questioning if she actually was as lovely as everybody stated she was. A cloud had handed throughout the solar simply then and she or he had been startled, considering one thing had modified in her face, then realized it was solely a change within the sky. The best way her personal reflection had darkened then cleared because the cloud moved throughout the solar was precisely the best way Vrath’s face darkened and cleared. He’s as clear as water itself if you understand how to gauge him, she thought, and the perception moved her deeply for some cause.

Vrath smiled at her. “I didn’t ask for nor want your permission, milady,” he stated, in a tone that mocked her frivolously. At that, her anger flared once more and she or he hated him as soon as extra.

However she watched with new curiosity as he raised his bow once more, shut his eyes, and loosed one other arrow.

She watched the arrow rise on the similar on the spot as Shalva loosed one other arrow as properly. As a result of she was watching so intently, she knew that Vrath had loosed his personal arrow a fraction of an immediate earlier than Shalva had finished the identical. She knew additionally that Vrath had his eyes shut and was dealing with ahead, one hand nonetheless gripping the reins even because it gripped the bow—one other inconceivable feat she wouldn’t have thought attainable if she had not witnessed it herself—and so he couldn’t probably have seen Shalva hearth his arrow.

But when she appeared again she realized that Vrath should have predicted Shalva’s actions, and countered with the right assault.

Shalva’s arrow rose at a pointy angle, as if climbing a mountain gradient fairly than sketching a rainbow curve. She knew what that meant as properly: It was Acidfire. The arrow that handed instantly above its meant goal, showering droplets of highly effective acid because it went. Even a single drop of that acid was poisonous sufficient to burn via pores and skin, flesh, and bone itself, inflicting insufferable agony if not the top of the focused enemy.

However as a result of Vrath’s arrow had been loosed an immediate earlier, it arrived whereas Shalva’s arrow was nonetheless rising sharply, at its slowest level, earlier than the ventricles had opened to launch the acid. Vrath’s arrow burgeoned like a sheet hung to dry on a windy day, spreading outwards in all instructions to utterly envelope Shalva’s arrow.

Shalva’s struck the enveloping folds of fabric and as an alternative of ripping by means of, was enfolded within the material and plummeted groundward. It fell with a ineffective plop to the bottom and was trampled underfoot by Shalva’s personal group of horses.

Amber gazed at Vrath in amazement. He grinned at her. “A great warrior all the time is aware of the enemy’s subsequent transfer.”

Then his face darkened once more. “This time he meant you not merely to die, however to endure.”

Her coronary heart was chilled by the information that when once more, he was proper. The Acidfire was an arrow Shalva would solely use if he felt private animosity in the direction of the enemy. She appeared again with sudden rising hatred on the chariot of the person she had been ready to marry that very day. “How might you, Shalva?” she shouted, shaking her fist on the pursuing chariot.

In response, Shalva loosed once more. This one aimed instantly at them, not at an angle. She watched in horror because the missile sped in the direction of them on the velocity of wind, and reacted to the sight of it splintering right into a rating of tiny metallic flechettes, every sharp sufficient to tear via flesh and trigger nice ache and injury.

Earlier than the bathe of metallic flechettes might attain their chariot, an arrow shot from beside her raced to satisfy them, splitting itself into as many items, every of those items obstructing the flechettes and dropping them harmlessly to the bottom. She turned again to stare at Vrath, who was decreasing his bow, nonetheless looking forward to watch the street. She understood that his purpose had been good, however how might the metallic items in his arrow have completely blocked each single flechette coming at them? Might anybody unfastened an arrow with such a exact diploma of talent?

That was when she first started to understand that Vrath was no mere mortal. And when she first fell in love with him.


Vrath grew steadily angrier with Shalva because the suitor continued pursuing them and continued to unfastened lethal arrows at them, every extra ingenious and malevolent than the one earlier than. He handled every missile in flip, capturing again an appropriate counterattack, however after this had progressed for some time, he started to resent the assaults. It was now not a query of escaping with the princesses; it was a matter of Krushan satisfaction. He might maintain this up all day, and counter all the things Shalva threw at them, however it might encourage the opposite kings following and provides the impression that Shalva harried him all the best way to Hastinaga. It was essential that he show his superiority as soon as and for all and finish this recreation. He was incensed by Shalva’s repeated makes an attempt to kill the princesses relatively than merely cease Vrath. This was a direct problem to Vrath’s manhood and household satisfaction: Shalva was successfully saying that he would slightly see the women lifeless than married to his ward and what the satan was Vrath going to do about that?

The primary probability Vrath obtained, discovering an open space with dry baked earth and virtually no foliage or tree cowl, he turned the chariot round. He didn’t hassle with a large wheeling arc and a genial strategy. He slowed his staff, executed a sensible turning maneuver, then coaxed them again in control and charged instantly at Shalva. Earlier than he did this, he had gained an excellent mile or so on the forerunner. This gave him a superb strategy and he picked up velocity as he drove in the direction of his pursuer. He was happy to see Shalva’s chariot sluggish because the suitor reacted to the sight of his prey turning upon him, and behind the fore chariot, he noticed the opposite pursuers arriving in fast succession, drawing up their chariots and horses and fanning out in a large arc to allow a greater view of the approaching duel. He knew that none of them would intrude, since Shalva had taken first strike and was entitled to the primary duel as properly. That too was a matter of Krushan warrior code. As long as two champions fought single-handedly, none might intrude, it doesn’t matter what the result. Whole armies sat and watched and waited till champions completed their bout, leaving one lifeless and the opposite victorious, and sometimes these duels lasted for hours or days, and even longer—as within the case of poor Gada, who fought his opponent for 3 years!

Vrath had no intention of letting this bout final greater than three minutes.

He noticed that Shalva had opted to stay standing whereas Vrath approached. It was a wise transfer. This manner, Shalva would presumably have higher purpose and stability whereas Vrath, having made the primary transfer, was entitled to take his greatest shot. Shalva meant to outlive this shot after which make his personal counterattack towards Vrath, this time utilizing the nearer vary to complete off his targets. Vrath wouldn’t give him that probability.

However as Vrath had anticipated, Shalva deviated from customized. As an alternative of letting Vrath have the primary shot as was conventional in such a state of affairs, he loosed first. This time, he used the benefit of stillness and stability to unleash what have to be one among his strongest weapons.

The princesses screamed in alarm because the javelin-thick arrow shot by Shalva burst right into a veritable cloud of arrows. It appeared as if the arrow cut up and cut up once more and continued to divide itself infinitely, producing an inconceivable variety of missiles that crammed the air and darkened the sky itself! Vrath knew that Shalva had used a cannon-bow, an outsized bow fastened to the chariot itself that loosed a container missile as thick as a pole. Inside this container missile have been the person barbed arrows, launched in levels because the pole cut up aside throughout its brief flight. Because of the energy of the cannon-bow and the comparatively prolonged flight time, Shalva was capable of unfastened a second and a 3rd container missile in fast succession, and now, even earlier than the primary bathe of arrows arrived at its vacation spot, he was loosing a fourth.

A fantastic roar of approval rose from the gathered crowd of princes and kings. Naturally their help was for Shalva, who was preventing for all of them. In Vrath’s view that made all of them equally culpable for Shalva’s actions and transgression of the norms of fight. Even now, what Shalva was doing was unethical within the excessive: It was one factor to make use of such weapons towards superior forces akin to a bigger military, however to take action towards a single warrior enemy, with innocents in hurt’s means, that was unacceptable.

“Vrath!” cried Amber, the eldest daughter of Kashya, interesting to him. She was staring up on the approaching cloud of arrows with abject horror. He noticed that she anticipated to die this time. For a way might he probably counter such an assault? Even when he loosed an arrow to cease the primary barrage, the second barrage was already following shut after—and the third and the fourth and the fifth . . . and Shalva would proceed to rain down arrows till his aim was completed. It was unimaginable to flee such an assault in concept and unattainable in follow as properly . . . for any mortal warrior.

Vrath had adjusted the tempo of his cost to match the trajectory of the approaching arrows. He solely desired that his horses escape unharmed. They have been most harmless of all on this battle and didn’t need to be injured or killed. He rode till he was sure that the workforce had handed forward of the bathe of dying that rained down from above, then launched the reins and turned to the princesses. There was nothing right here to worry if the workforce went astray. The princesses have been his solely concern now.

Vrath threw himself over all three women, embracing them tightly, wrapping his legs and arms over them, making certain that each inch of their our bodies was coated by his personal. They initially squealed in shock, unaccustomed to any man coming into bodily contact with them, however naturally shortly realized he sought solely to guard them, and grew nonetheless.

The arrows rained down.

Vrath felt them land. They struck the bottom, the chariot, and his physique. Dozens, scores, lots of, then it appeared, hundreds.

The barrage continued endlessly. The clattering and thudding of arrows as they struck floor and embedded their metallic heads within the packed earth, or within the wooden of the chariot, or within the flesh of his physique, quite a lot of associated sounds that rang out like a demise rattle, enjoying a ghastly dirge. It appeared to go on perpetually.

Then, as all of the sudden because it had begun, the rain of arrows ended.

Little question, Vrath mused by way of the fog of ache and sensation, Shalva had run out of container missiles. There was a restrict to what number of he would have been carrying within the restricted area of his chariot.

He estimated that Shalva would have loosed at the least ten or twelve barrages in all. Maybe ten or twelve thousand particular person missiles. Most of them would have fallen across the chariot. Maybe a tenth of that quantity would have fallen on the chariot itself. And of that quantity maybe a 3rd would have struck Vrath.

He unwrapped his physique from the princesses, regaining his ft. He stumbled and needed to attain out for help. He noticed Amber’s face as she appeared up, observing him in astonishment. She was observing his again, his arms, the rear of his neck, his legs . . . She exclaimed in horror, clapping a hand to her mouth. Her sisters merely stared silently in mute disbelief.

Vrath felt as if his again had been set ablaze. He might really feel a thousand pinpricks of fireside burning into his pores and skin, boring via his flesh, some reaching all the best way into his organs, touching upon his bones, penetrating his joints, cracking his backbone, his neck, piercing his lungs, his coronary heart, even punching by means of the gentle space behind his neck to penetrate his brain-case at two factors. It felt like nothing he had ever skilled earlier than: To name it ache can be to understate it woefully. To name it agony can be merely a phrase. The precise sensation was indescribable, and but it was additionally a lot as the truth advised. He had been pierced by tons of of tiny barbed arrows. He knew from the wetness that drenched his again, pouring down the rear of his legs, accumulating in a puddle on the ground of the chariot, that he would have been mortally wounded if he have been certainly a mortal. In reality, he was in all probability mortally wounded a number of rating occasions over. But he might nonetheless stand, albeit with nice effort.

He seemed on the face of the eldest daughter of the king of Serapi. Amber lowered her hand from her mouth, nonetheless observing him in utter disbelief, but assimilating the truth that he nonetheless stood, regardless of his horrible wounds. He noticed in her eyes an understanding, an consciousness that he couldn’t probably survive such wounds, no man might, and but, if he did, then it meant one thing. It meant he was greater than only a man. He noticed additionally that she understood crucial factor: that he had completed this to guard her and her sisters. He might have allow them to die and saved himself—or even when he couldn’t save himself, he nonetheless didn’t want to guard them through the use of his personal physique as a defend. But by doing so, he had proved one factor past dispute: He deserved to determine their destiny excess of that treacherous rat of a suitor Shalva who meant to homicide his personal beloved relatively than let her wed one other man.

He noticed additionally that she now desired him, Vrath. She was in awe of him. The best way she checked out him at that immediate was the best way he had seen his mom’s followers stare upon her, reverentially, adoringly, devotedly. She checked out him as if he have been a god. And she or he wished to provide herself to him.

He shook his head as soon as, silently denying her. She blinked, startled. He didn’t converse or clarify. This was not the time nor the place.

He turned, listening to the gasps of horror from the princesses as they noticed his again now and seen the complete extent of his accidents. He knew his again should resemble a porcupine, bristling with arrows. Besides that he didn’t possess the facility to easily shoot these arrows from his personal physique and assault his enemy. He must take away them the arduous method, by tearing out his personal flesh and pores and skin and organ tissue. However that was for later, after he completed the duty at hand. For now, he needed to ship a rejoinder to King Shalva, one which he would always remember as long as he lived.

Vrath was relieved to see that the horses have been unhurt. He had used these valuable seconds to make sure their security after which the security of the princesses. He had not cared about himself. He might survive this. He might survive far worse than this, he knew. Though at this on the spot, with arrows piercing each a part of his physique, he couldn’t think about what might be worse.

He coaxed the staff into beginning ahead. They smelled his blood and whinnied angrily, upset. Animals responded nicely to him, sensing his affinity. He knew they might nonetheless odor the river in him, even when mortals couldn’t. It was not a fish odor, however one thing deeper. An atavistic hyperlink to different animals of all species that bonded them on the deepest degree.

“Experience,” he urged the gorgeous Longrider mares, nice highly effective shiny giants all of them. “Journey, my beauties! And belief in me.”

They did belief in him. They might experience off the face of a cliff if he commanded them—as a result of he by no means commanded, merely coaxed, urged, requested, requested lovingly. It was adequate. When there’s a bond of affection, even egocentric mortal males lay down their lives for each other. Animals? They’re born loyal. Dying for each other is a part of life for them.

The cheers and roars of approval from the massive gathering of watching kings had continued all this whereas, celebrating what they believed was the extinction of the impudent Krushan abductor and the saving of their honor. It died down now as they noticed his chariot decide up velocity, resuming its cost instantly on the chariot of Shalva. They watched with shock and renewed curiosity. He noticed many palms raised to level and lots of voices raised in consternation as they noticed the brindled fur coat of arrows he had sprouted.

“At this time, in battle, you face Vrath,” he roared, loudly sufficient to be heard by even the farthest pursuer, nonetheless half a mile distant and approaching steadily. “These of you that survive, return house and inform your kin this story!”

He noticed lots of them take a look at each other in panic, some taking over weapons, others reaching for his or her reins then dropping them as they realized that flight was ineffective: They have been gathered too intently collectively to flee simply. Simpler to face and struggle. Shalva too was elevating a weapon, his longbow once more. Little question he meant to reveal some new ingenious type of arrow.

Time now to make use of his powers as a demi-god to the fullest. No cause to carry again if the mortal pursuing was himself resorting to magical weaponry.

Vrath uttered the mantras he had discovered when nonetheless a boy, those he had been taught within the coronary heart of the deepest ocean, the place the solar had not shone for untold years and the place just one god dominated supreme. Vrrun. It had been Vrrun-Tau himself who had taught Vrath the mantra, again when he was nonetheless the prince-heir to all his household, buddies, and gurus. Vrrun had taught him the humanities of preventing warfare in watery environments, arts which Vrath later realized he may by no means have event to place into follow throughout his life as a mortal on dry earth. However a few of what Vrrun taught him was relevant on land or sea or sky.

Like this mantra, and he used it now.

In response to the mantra, a bow appeared immediately in his arms. The second it appeared, a thunderclap sounded within the clear sky, deafeningly loud. The bow itself was immense, the dimensions of a lance from tip to tip, and the one method it could possibly be held was by standing it on the ground of the chariot. Even so, it towered above him. The feel of the bow itself was not wooden however water, for it was manufactured from water held in strong type; not ice, however merely water held inflexible by the facility of the mantra. The arrow that appeared, accompanied by a flash of lightning, was white because the lightning itself. It was made from densely packed ocean salt, as onerous as lohitwood and as heavy. Exhausting sufficient to penetrate armor and bone and punch via flesh with the identical impression as any picket missile. But when it penetrated flesh, it will dissolve to its pure state, filling the wound with pungent ocean saline.

He was inside 100 yards of Shalva’s chariot now and will see Shalva berating his charioteer. The charioteer was panicking, and within the confusion, their horses have been rolling their eyes and whickering restlessly, unnerved by the thunderclaps and Vrath’s chariot, which was bearing down on them at relentless velocity. Vrath loosed the primary arrow from Runya’s bow and watched it slash via the reins and rigging of the workforce. Freed of their harnessing, the horses milled a few second, then realized they have been free and commenced to race away.

The chariot itself settled to the bottom with a impolite thump, spilling the charioteer out and onto the bottom the place he sprawled.

Shalva shouted with anger and raised his bow once more to fireside again at Vrath. He loosed an arrow which unfold right into a wall of fireside that raged in the direction of Vrath’s horses. The group whinnied, unable to regulate their pure terror of fireside, however Vrath’s subsequent arrow turned to water, dousing the wall of fireside earlier than it might come shut sufficient to hurt his horses.

What adopted then was a humiliation and a rout.

Vrath snapped Shalva’s bow together with his subsequent shot. Then shattered his chariot wheels.

Turning round Shalva’s chariot, he rode in a circle, firing inwards on the suitor, demolishing his chariot piece by piece. Every time Shalva tried to boost a weapon—an axe, a sword, a spear, a javelin, one other bow—Vrath destroyed it with a single shot.

Quickly, Shalva lay on the bottom, the ruins of his chariot round him. He beat his chest and slapped his arms in anger, difficult Vrath to do his worst.

Vrath ripped the person’s garments off, rendering him bare for all to see.

Then he sliced off his moustaches and hair, turning him bald-faced and bare-headed.

Then, unleashing an arrow that turned in mid-flight right into a storm of tiny birds, he pinned Shalva down on the bottom, legs and arms unfold akimbo, bare and bald and helpless.

The suitor of Amber cried out with disgrace and humiliation and begged Vrath to kill him.

As an alternative, Vrath turned on the watching kings. That they had stayed to observe Shalva’s humiliation, unable to look away from the denigration of considered one of their very own rivals. The reality was, whereas that they had cheered on Shalva earlier, he had been the prime contender on the swayamvara and almost definitely to have his decide of the princesses. That earned him a substantial amount of animosity. As long as he was victorious, they cheered him. Now, they jeered as an alternative, and applauded Vrath’s talent at arms and extraordinary potential.

However their jeers didn’t final lengthy.

When Vrath turned his bow on them, they quailed with worry. Directly, people who have been anticipating this loosed their very own volley of arrows. One other storm of missiles shot in the direction of Vrath. However this time, he had time sufficient to counter. He shot a single arrow that exploded with a blinding blue flash in midair. So highly effective was the explosion, the hail of arrows was shattered into fragments which have been in flip pushed again on the kings who had loosed the arrows. Thrice every king was pierced by his personal arrows, and cried out in agony as he fell to the bottom or to the ground of his chariot, clutching his wounds.

Those that remained unhurt applauded Vrath’s talent nervously, hoping they might be spared his wrath. They have been. Vrath didn’t hurt those that didn’t try and hurt him.

Then Vrath turned the heads of his horse workforce and rode away, heading in the direction of Hastinaga.

This time, he was not adopted.


After travelling for the remainder of that day, Vrath and the princesses stopped to make camp for the night time. The princesses had been silent after the battle with their suitors, though they held each other shut and averted their eyes from Vrath’s horrible, horrible wounds.

As soon as that they had a fireplace going and had eaten the sport Vrath hunted for them, and the horses had been watered, fed and groomed, Vrath requested Amber’s assist in eradicating the arrows from his physique. She agreed readily. It was an extended and painful course of, the more severe for him, in fact, however no much less for her, as a result of she might really feel the pulling and tearing of every barbed head as she teased and labored it freed from his flesh. His wounds started to bleed once more and shortly the grass beneath his physique was soaked together with his blood. She started to weep then, unable to assist herself. He turned his head to take a look at her however didn’t say something at the moment. After a quick respite, she regained management of her feelings and resumed her work. It was late, the night time was quiet, the moon was excessive, and her sisters have been asleep when she completed. The pile of arrows mendacity on the bottom was half a yard excessive. It was unattainable to think about that that they had all been embedded in his flesh solely hours earlier.

And but, whilst she washed the final of his wounds clear beneath his course, she noticed that the primary ones, those from which she had first eliminated the arrows, have been already closed and beginning to heal. It was exceptional. She had by no means seen the likes of it earlier than. Clearly, his capability to endure ache and damage and to recuperate efficiently from them was past human measure. The truth that he might nonetheless sit, stand, transfer, and speak was in itself a miracle.

He thanked her quietly and was about to show over and sleep when she spoke.

“Nice Krushan,” she stated, nonetheless too self-conscious of his stature to name him by his identify instantly. She was a princess born and raised; she couldn’t overlook protocol and etiquette, even underneath the circumstances. In addition to, for all his actions, he was nonetheless very a lot a gentleman and a royal, as was she. “I had already chosen the king of Soubha as my husband to be. He had accepted me and made his want recognized to my father. It additionally happy my father to have him as his son-in-law. As soon as he excelled on the swayamvara, I might have declared him as my selection of husband. However now I can by no means achieve this. That is your doing. You look like a person who is aware of Krushan. Subsequently I ask that you simply determine what’s the proper plan of action for me to comply with beneath Krushan regulation.”

So saying, she went to mattress beside her sisters. However she didn’t go to sleep directly. As an alternative, she lay awake, hoping that Vrath would come to her and reply her proposal in phrases or deed, or each.

Vrath lay on his pallet of grass and thought lengthy and arduous on her phrases. He knew what she meant however couldn’t say extra instantly. You’ve defeated the person whom I meant to marry. By defeating him and proving your self the higher man, you earn the proper to say my hand. It might not displease me when you declare your intention to marry me.

He knew that she was awake but, sighing and turning back and forth with a view to let him know that she waited for his reply. He knew she meant for him to return and declare her. She desired him and needed him to want her as his spouse.

In one other life, at one other time, maybe he would have achieved as she wished. Maybe he would have wished the identical.

However on this life, he was foresworn from marriage, cohabitation, love, intercourse . . . and that meant he couldn’t permit himself even to really feel such wishes for a lady, not to mention categorical them. To him, the road between celibate and homemaker was not a wonderful one. It was clearly etched, giant and daring. And he couldn’t strategy it even from afar, not to mention broach it.

Moments later, he woke Amber with a hand on her shoulder.


She began awake directly, beaming with pleasure. For she thought he had come to steal her away into the shadows to exhibit his want for her. She was excited and awaiting it eagerly. By no means earlier than had she desired a person as she desired Vrath. Even Shalva’s proposal and her infatuation for him appeared juvenile and puerile now on reflection. This was an actual man, and actual love. And beneath the circumstances, what might be extra thrilling than to offer herself underneath the celebs to a prince of the Krushan empire after being kidnapped from her personal swayamvara? It was like being the heroine of her personal puranic fable.

What she failed to recollect was that the heroines of puranic fables virtually all the time discovered their tales ending tragically.

Vrath took her across the timber to the place the horses have been tethered. Her coronary heart was pounding and she or he discovered her breath catching in her throat as she ready to obtain the contact of her first lover. She was stunned to see that he had separated a horse from the staff and had saddled and harnessed it for particular person driving. She was much more stunned when he turned to her and stated, “This horse will carry you to your vacation spot. Journey southwards and westwards and one can find your method.”

She stared at him blankly. Southwards and westwards? What did he imply? Then she remembered what kingdom lay in that course.

“Shouba?” she requested. “You’re sending me to Shouba?”

It was unattainable to see his face clearly within the shadows of the tree. “It’s what you want, is it not? You have been all however betrothed to King Shalva of Shouba. I’m doing the suitable factor beneath Krushan regulation, as you requested. Your two sisters will proceed to Hastinaga with me, to be married to my ward Virya. They shall be handled as princesses deserve and shall be as proud of him as they might ever want. He’s a good-looking younger man and a great king. They won’t lack for something and shall reside as queens of the earth.”

She was nonetheless making an attempt to recover from the shock of disappointment. “However . . . you don’t want me to go as properly . . . to Hastinaga?”

“Two wives are good,” he stated. “And sure, had you not requested me to launch you, I would want you to go to Hastinaga as nicely. To wed Virya. However because you requested for my mercy, I’m granting you this reprieve. I want I might let your sisters go as properly, however belief me once I say, I’m positive they may do much better with Virya than with any of people who hoped to win your hearts on the swayamvara.”

She didn’t know what to say. This was an sudden flip of occasions. Clearly, he had misunderstood her, or . . . Or he had intentionally rejected her overture and invitation, spurning her. Why else would he ship her to that bare blubbering idiot? That coward who had tried to kill her and her sisters to show his personal valor as a warrior and had then proved himself completely incompetent earlier than an actual warrior like Vrath. She didn’t need to go to Shalva now! She had no want to see Shalva ever once more. But she appeared to haven’t any selection. She couldn’t refuse to go now, for it will be humiliating to beg him and be rejected once more.

She made one final try. He was turning to go and she or he reached out and caught his arm. He stopped and seemed down at her hand holding his forearm.

“Will you not take me?” she requested, leaving it open for him to interpret in any method he happy. To say extra can be to say an excessive amount of, and that might imply a lack of dignity. For a princess raised as she had been, dignity was extra necessary than anything.

He reached down and eliminated her hand from his forearm, gently. “I can’t,” he stated, and because the legend grew over time, its narrators would declare there was a touch—only a trace, thoughts you—of remorse in his tone, “My very own vow forbids it.”

To which he added softly: “Goodbye, princess.”


Amber left in tears, driving arduous.

Vrath lay awake, after, and seemed up on the stars, listening to the sound of the hooves fading into the night time. And none knew what he felt in that second, besides maybe the celebs that appeared down upon him, as chilly and inscrutable because the son of Jeel and Sha’ant himself.

The tales within the Legends of the Burnt Empire collection happen in the identical world as Ashok Okay. Banker’s Upon a Burning Throne, the primary guide in a ground-breaking, epic fantasy collection impressed by the traditional Indian basic, The Mahabharata.

April 2019
John Joseph Adams Books
ISBN: 978-1328916280
Hardcover / E-book

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