'There is a prize for the man who kills you — one hundred horses, picked from my own stable.'
'How does the man prove to you that he slew me?'
'He brings me your head and two witnesses to the blow.'
'Don't allow that information to reach my men. They will do it for fifty horses.'
'I think not! You have done well. How is the new Earl settling in?'
'He would have preferred a less noisy welcome, but I think he is enjoying himself. He fights well.'
'As do you all. It will not be enough, however.'
'We shall see,' said Druss. 'These dates are very good.'
'Do you believe you can stop me? Tell me truly, Deathwalker.'
'I would like to have served under you,' said Druss. 'I have admired you for years. I have served many kings. Some were weak, others wilful. Many were fine men, but you. . you have the mark of greatness. I think you will get what you want eventually.. but not while I live.'
'You will not live long, Druss,' said Ulric gently. 'We have a shaman who knows these things. He told me that he saw you standing at the gates of Wall Four — Sumitos, I believe it is called — and the grinning skull of Death floated above your shoulders.'
Druss laughed aloud. 'Death always floats where I stand, Ulric! I am he who walks with Death. Does your shaman not know your own legends? I may choose to die at Sumitos. I may choose to die at Musif. But wherever I choose to die, know this: as I walk into the Valley of Shadows I will take with me more than a few Nadir for company on the road.'
'They will be proud to walk with you. Go in peace.'
A movement came at the tent flap, jerking Ulric's mind back to the present. His lieutenant, Ogasi, son of the long-dead Gorkai, stepped inside. Fist to chest, he saluted his khan. 'The cairn is ready, Lord,' said the warrior.
Ulric took a deep breath and then walked out into the night.
The body of Druss the Legend lay upon the cairn, his arms folded across his chest, his great axe held in his dead hands. Ulric felt the jolt of inner pain as he gazed upon the cairn, and the sick empty suffering of bereavement followed. Druss had killed the Nadir champion Nogusha in single combat. Nogusha, however, had smeared poison upon his sword-blade. When the next attack came the old warrior had already been dying in agony, yet still he had fought, his great axe dealing death, until at last, ringed by Nadir warriors, he was cut down.
'Why are we doing this honour for him, Lord?' asked Ogasi. 'He was gajin and our enemy.'
Ulric sighed. 'He fought beside your father and me at the Shrine of Oshikai. He helped to bring the magic back to the land. Without him there would have been no Nadir army. Perhaps no future for our people.'
'The more fool him, then,' observed Ogasi.
Ulric quelled the rush of anger he felt. Ogasi was brave and loyal, but he would never understand the greatness of men like Druss the Legend.
'It was my honour and my privilege to stand beside him,' said Ulric. 'He was a man who always fought for what he believed in, no matter what the odds. I know you hate the gajin, Ogasi. But Druss was special, he transcended race. A long time ago he and I walked the Void to save the soul of Shul-sen, and to reunite her with the spirit of Oshikai. Yes, he fought us. But there was no malice in him. He was a great man, and — for a time — my friend. Do him honour for my sake.'
'I will, Lord,' said Ogasi. The warrior was silent for a moment, then he smiled. 'By the Gods of Stone and Water, but he could fight, hey?'
'Yes,' said Ulric softly. 'He could fight.'