When you look down from the citadel you have to wonder how the Jaicuri manage, all jammed inside Dejagore’s walls. Truth is, they don’t and never did.
At one time the hills surrounding the plain were covered with farms and orchards and vineyards. After the shadow came enterprises gradually disappeared as the peasant families abandoned the land. And then the antishadow, the Black Company, came, ever so hungry after the long sprint south from the victory at Ghoja Ford. And then came the Shadowlander armies which battered us.
Now the hills bear little but memories of what once was. Vultures never picked bones much cleaner than those hills have been gleaned.
The wisest peasants were those who fled early. Their children will repopulate the land.
Later the stupid ones ran here, inside the false safety of Dejagore’s walls. When Mogaba is particularly cranky he drives a few hundred out the gate. They are just mouths crying to be filled. Food must be husbanded for those willing to die defending the walls.
Locals who fail to contribute, or who demonstrate a weakness for getting sick or seriously injured, go out the gate right behind the peasants.
Shadowspinner won’t take any in but those willing to help raise his earthworks and dig his burial trenches. The former means laboring under falls of missiles directed by old friends inside, while the latter means making the bed where you will lie as soon as you are useful no longer.
Hard choices.
Mogaba cannot fathom why his military genius isn’t universally hailed.
He doesn’t mess with the Nyueng Bao. Not yet. They haven’t contributed much to Dejagore’s defense but they don’t sap resources, either. Their babies are getting fat while the rest of us tighten our belts.
You don’t see many dogs or cats now. Horses manage only because they are militarily protected, and then only a handful of them. We’re going to eat hearty when the last fodder is gone.
Small game like rats and pigeons are becoming scarce. Sometimes you hear the outraged protest of a crow taken by surprise.
The Nyueng Bao are survivors.
They are a race possessed of a single impassive face.
Mogaba does not bother them mainly because when anybody does the whole bunch gets pissed off. And they consider fighting a really serious, holy business.
They stay out of the way when they can but they aren’t pacifists. A couple of times the Shadowlanders have regretted trying to push through their part of town.
The Nyueng Bao generated an amazing amount of carnage both times.
Rumor among the Jaicuri says they eat their enemies.
It is true, human bones showing evidence of butchery and cookery have been found. Jaicuri are mainly of the Gunni religion. Gunni are vegetarians.
I do not believe the Nyueng Bao are responsible, but Ky Dam refuses to deny even the blackest allegation against his people.
Maybe he will accept any canard that makes the Nyueng Bao seem more dangerous. Maybe he wants that kind of talk so fear will build.
Survivors grasp the tools at hand.
I wish they would talk. I’d bet they could tell stories that would curl your toes and straighten your hair.
Ah! Dejagore! Those halcyon days, slouching through hell with a smile on.
How long before all the fun goes out of the town?