Editing Tales of Leo Attiel:Volume3 Chapter6 (section)

===Part 3===


It was a long, long night.

Just when the images of Gosro and of he himself, transformed into a sacrifice, finally faded, hunger and thirst took their turn to torment Kuon's body and mind. He tried to sleep, but couldn't. Every time he was about to drift off, the stagnant ''sludge'' reappeared once more, surrounding him, sneering, cursing and laughing at him. Kuon couldn't help but have both eyes wrenched open.

Less than a year ago, someone had rescued Kuon from this same prison. In futile hope, he imagined the same arm extending from beyond the darkness and pulling him to the outside.

Even now, he didn't know who had gotten him out. Maybe it was the real Warrior Raga? Since Raga was said to have the power to expel evil, perhaps he had seen through to the truth and had helped Kuon out. But no – Raga wouldn't have been so short and slight. So who was it? Was there someone in this village who would have come to his help even though it meant breaking the mountain's rules? Or had they been sent by Tei Tahra?

Kuon's thoughts tumbled about in confusion.

And the night wore further on.

More than once, Kuon thought that it might never end. In which case, he wouldn't be thrown to the fire. In exchange, however, he would be slowly eaten away by hunger and thirst, and by so much exhaustion that it seemed to press down on him like a grey weight.

He pictured how, when the morning sun finally rose, it would faintly illuminate the white skeletton he would have turned into inside the rocky prison. He didn't even notice that he was sobbing.



Kuon lifted his head at the sound of the grate of iron bars opening. His sense of time had grown vague, and it felt to him that it had already been several days since he had been shut away. At some point, although he did not know when, even the fear which had once been greater than pain had been worn away by the passage of unchanging time. His senses had dulled, and now, it was only physical agony that continued to gradually break him down.

''Have they come to kill me?''

Which was why, when he heard the door opening, rather than fear, what he felt was joy.

The one who stepped in through the open doorway was the leader of the tribe, Suo. Kuon could dimly make out that he only had one person with him who seemed to be acting as a bodyguard.

Suo was a very old man. He had already been old when Kuon was born, and, as a child, Kuon had sometimes thought that when he himself was old and came to the end of his life, maybe Suo would still be head of the tribe, and would still look the same.

Kuon felt a strange sense of nostalgia at the sight of that white hair, and of those long, drooping white eyebrows. It had not even been a year since he had fled from the mountains, but even though Suo might be here to announce his death, Kuon almost wanted to jump at him in delight.

Suo however wore the same expression as though they had just seen each other yesterday.

“So it's you, Kuon,” he muttered softly. “I didn't think we would ever meet again.”

“This is surely Tei Tahra's divine guidance,” said the single soldier who was accompanying Suo.

His muscular torso was stripped bare. Tusk-like ornaments extended from either side of his forehead, and half his face was covered by a mask in the shape of a beast opening its maw.

It was the warrior, Raga. Looking at him, Kuon understood that this was a different person from the Raga he had once known. His eyes widened slightly, but he was so numb to fear and to any other sensation that doing that was all the emotion he was capable of showing. “Lift him up,” said Suo, and even when Raga put his hands behind Kuon's shoulders and placed his back against the wall, Kuon barely had any reaction at all.

For a while, Suo observed Kuon from beneath his drooping eyebrows.

“Why did you come back at this point in time?” He asked. “You must have known that things would turn out this way. Surely you couldn't have thought that your crime would be forgiven less than a year later?”

“He must have gotten scared after wandering around like a beast once he left the mountain. As a criminal, how could he survive far from Tei Tahra's protection?”

“Raga, don't interrupt. I'm asking Kuon.”

Raga gave a respectful bow. 

His eyes fixed on Kuon, Suo asked him the same question once more. Kuon remained distracted for a while, but when Raga's heavy hands struck him on the cheeks, he dully shook his head, then coughed repeatedly.

“I get it. I'll talk,” he said in a rough voice that sounded like it belonged to someone else, and began to briefly narrate what had happened to him since he had left the village.

He talked about how he had gone to Conscon Temple as a mercenary, how he and the companions he had met there had headed to the enemy headquarters to attack them by surprise, and how that had then ended in a strange meeting with Leo of the Principality of Atall. He also explained about how, since then, he had followed Leo and had been involved in the fights against Hayden and Darren.

With his senses still numbed, and talking in a voice that didn't seem to be his own, he found himself wondering whether he was truly talking about himself. No, in the first place, it seemed doubtful that this could possibly be his own experiences.

Raga appeared to feel the same way. Kuon had always been a poor talker, and he clearly found it irritating to listen to his words.

“Enough already. Chief, what's the point of listening to this endless talk?”

“I believe I told you not to interrupt.”

“If it's to hunt down a beast or an enemy, I can wait without moving while the sun rises and sets any number of times, but the time spent here is just wasted. From the very start, everything that's come out of this guy's mouth is just random nonsense.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Even here, where he was born, Kuon has never had either friends or companions. And on top of that, he's the bastard who killed the leader of the Wei, who looked after him. It's completely impossible to believe that he's found and fought for a master and companions in a some culture we know nothing about. Even if he got hired somewhere as a soldier, he'd definitely cause trouble all day long until he finally got himself killed.”

Neither Warrior Raga nor Suo, the village chief, noticed it. With his hands and feet still bound, and his back leaning against the wall, Kuon smiled faintly.

''True. That really is true.''

It felt to him like the story he had told was a tale belonging to some other person.

''Obviously, I got dragged to the rock of imprisonment after Datta died. That was just a dream I had in the meantime. I'm an unwanted spawn with half of my blood not even human – how could I have left the mountain...''

“What's the matter, Kuon? Can't talk anymore?” Raga gave a small, scornful laugh. “You're no good at lying. All you've been doing after slipping out of your shackles is run and hide around here like a baby rabbit. But now that you've given up on running away and come back...”

“He's not lying.”

They heard the voice of someone who could not possibly be there.

The one who had appeared, her hand against the cleft in the rock, was Sarah. Kuon actually suspected she was another illusion.



“Who the hell are you?”

Raga reached for the sword at his waist, but when he saw the face of the next person to walk in through the opening, he looked surprised and took his hand away from the hilt.

“Come and give me a hand.”

Prompted by that hoarse voice, Raga hurried to the cleft and stretched out his brawny arms. The one he helped pull inside that way was Mist, the highest-ranked of all the priestesses. 

This elderly lady was even older than Suo, and her back was so terribly bent that she could no longer walk by herself. Whenever she moved through the village, she did so carried in a hamper on a soldier's back. With the passage of time, her eyelids had grown heavy and hooded her eyes, so that it seemed likely that they must barely be able to see anymore, yet when she turned towards Kuon –

“Oh, Kuon. It's you, Kuon. It really is,” she spoke in a strangely happy voice.

“This ''is'' a surprise, Mistress Mist,” Suo brought a hand to his chest and offered her the greeting given to priestesses. “Why have you come to such a filthy prison? Is it perhaps because you have heard the decision from that exalted voice?”

“To be sure, that child left the mountain without waiting to hear the voice of Tei Tahra's decision. I'll need to ask for it again.” Mist continued inwards, supported by Raga's arm at her waist, and pointed a bony finger at Sarah. “More importantly: this girl. This morning, I learned that this girl, who had only just woken up by the grace of Tei Tahra was saying that she wanted to see Kuon no matter what. Through the other priestesses, I also heard a very interesting story. So I felt like bringing myself over here, even if it meant breaking these old bones to do so.”

“Story? What story?” 

“Didn't you both hear it too? The story of why Kuon deliberately returned to the mountains after having left them.”

“You can't believe a single one of his words,” Raga roared.

“He isn't lying,” Sarah once again flatly contradicted him. She stared unflinchingly at the eyes drawn on the beast mask. “He is, incontrovertibly, a platoon leader in the Personal Guards affiliated to His Highness, Prince Leo Attiel, second prince of the Principality of Atall. I, Sarah, a nun from Conscon Temple, swear to it.”

“By the crown of ivy that Tei Tahra wears, I don't need to listen to the words of a heathen.”

“Now, now, listen to her story, Warrior Raga. Not everything can be settled with swords and bulging biceps, you know.”

Rebuked by Priestess Mist, Raga could not longer say anything. Having successfully caught Mist's interest, Sarah formally knelt in front of Suo.

“In the name of His Highness, Lord Leo of Atall, I present a request to Master Suo, chief of this village.”

Kuon stared vacantly at her as she did so. For him, everything separated Suo and Sarah – they existed, so to speak, in different worlds, so simply seeing them face each other and have a conversation was a strange scene in and of itself.

Another thing which he found surprising was how smoothly Sarah stated her business. She explained that their lord and master, Leo Attiel, was currently caught in an appalling trap and was facing a terrible plight. He needed strong soldiers to extricate himself from it. Hearing that there were warriors well-suited to his crusade in the land that Kuon – a platoon leader in his Personal Guards – hailed from, Leo Attiel had shown considerable interest. 

“We implore your assistance, Master Suo. It goes without saying that we will prepare rewards worthy of you all as thanks. Please lend us the strength that your brave warriors have fostered in these mountains, and help Lord Leo carry out justice.”

She had been in the grip of a fierce fever up until just that very morning, but she fervently appealed to her listeners' emotions, and spoke so eloquently it seemed unthinkable that she had recently been suffering. Suo gazed at the girl with admiration.

“And so that was why you crossed all the way over the dangerous Kesmai Plains? You truly went to great lengths to get here. However,” Suo's long white swayed as he shook his head, “our tribe does not take part in any fights beyond these mountains. We have never sided with any power, nor yielded to any threat. No matter how righteous and just they might be, nor how many rewards they have piled up, it has nothing to do with us. The weak will be destroyed, and the strong will prosper; that is all there is to it. Please transmit that message to your lord, Leo.”

“But, Master Suo...”

“Enough!” Raga let out a thunderous roar. “The Chief has already made his decision. If you want to overturn it, then you have to defeat me, the strongest warrior of our tribe. But an outsider like you doesn't have the right to try.”

“It's as he says. I ask that you leave at once. We will not spit on Lord Leo's honour, so I will have several of our warriors accompany you until you have gone down from the mountain. We will also provide you with horses and provisions.”

After he had finished speaking, Suo turned away from her, as though he had already lost interest in the outsider. Having received an eye signal from him, the soldiers were about to draw towards her.

“Please wait,” Sarah hurriedly strung her words together. “You said that I'm to leave the mountain, but what about Kuon?”

“Since Kuon is a member of our tribe, an outsider has no business interfering.”

It was Raga who had answered her. Sarah glared fearlessly at him.

“Are you planning on killing him?”

“Kuon is a criminal. As for what form his punishment will take, it is not for mere humans such as ourselves to know.”  

Raga's words implied that what came next would be left to God's decision. Sarah interpreted it as saying that – ''Kuon will be killed''. Her face pale, she looked around her. She had no allies. Even Mist, who had declared that Sarah's story was 'interesting', showed no sign of speaking up in Kuon's favour.

In that instant, the courteous expression vanished from Sarah's face, and it was replaced by one that Kuon knew well. In other words, it was the look she wore right before exploding with anger. ''Now listen here, you savages!'' – Kuon shuddered at the thought that she burst out with that any moment now.

The warm feel of his blood flowing slowly started to return to Kuon's limbs, which had been as cold and numb as though they had been turned to stone. Or perhaps it was returning to his heart itself.

''That's enough already, Sarah, just leave it'' – Just as Kuon was mustering his energy to open his cracked lips and speak, Sarah was a split-second faster, and said something that no one there had been expecting.

“That won't be tolerated.”

“What won't be tolerated?” asked Raga.

Sarah scowled at him – or rather, she glared at all the mountain people gathered there, Kuon included.

“It's obviously already been decided. Kuon will be killed.”

“And? ''Who'' won't tolerate it?” Raga's voice held the trace of a smile. “The pagan god you believe in? Are you saying divine punishment will fall on us from the heavens the second we kill Kuon? How stupid. We're under Tei Tahra's protection, and that kind of threat won't...”

“The one who won't tolerate it is neither God nor myself. It's His Highness Leo Attiel,” Sarah's voice was shot out like an arrow. Her upturned eyes were filled with strength.

“It's just as we told you earlier: Kuon is now a retainer to Lord Leo. If he hears that Kuon brutally lost his life while requesting your help, His Highness certainly won't leave things at that. Raising your hand against him means making an enemy out of all of Atall. And? Isn't it your tribe's policy not to take sides in any fight?” she said straight out.

Raga stayed silent for a moment. On the other hand, Suo, the head of the tribe, seemed to have regained the interest that he had previously lost.

“And how would Lord Leo know what fate befell his retainers? You might have been attacked by ashinaga on the Kesmai Plains. Or maybe targeted by bandits before you had even crossed the border,” he said.

Contained in his words was the implicit meaning that ''we can kill you as well as Kuon to keep your mouth shut.''

But Sarah didn't back down.

“Didn't you notice? We didn't arrive all the way here, just the two of us. One of the nomadic clans guided us, and they know that we were coming to these mountains. And if we fail to return within a month, a search party will be sent without fail from Atall to the south. There, they will hear about things in detail from the nomads.  And once His Highness Leo learns that Kuon and my tracks end here, in these mountains, well, what will you gentlemen do?” she threatened in return.

The earlier situation had reversed, and Suo stopped talking while Raga now took his place.

“Let him try!” he barked as he took a step forward. “We'll get rid of any intruders. Who cares if it's Atall or whoever, as long as we have Tei Tahra's divine protection, and Warrior Raga's strength, we won't let anyone take these mountains from us.”

Kuon had gone beyond surprise and was momentarily bereft of speech he was so dumbfounded. Sarah's retorts were completely absurd. Even though she could leave if she just forgot about him, she was placing both the tribe's fate and Kuon's on the scales, and adding her own for good measure as she risked her life in these negotiations.

''What an idiot'', he thought in spite of himself. He'd felt the same way when he had watched her shoot a bandit through the head at Conscon, except that time, he had noticed that her legs had been shaking, ever so slightly.

''Why, Sarah? Why are you doing something so stupid?''

Kuon couldn't understand. And it wasn't only Sarah that he couldn't understand.

No, it wasn't just Sarah.

For Kuon, the many people he had met after leaving the mountains, and the numerous events that had happened were impossible to decipher. Whether it was those who believed in a god other than Tei Tahra, or the young nobleman who had no sooner finished fighting a neighbouring country than he turned his blade against his own countrymen, or those who didn't stand up to fight even though they knew danger was approaching their land, or the many customs that prevailed in towns – he didn't understand any of them.

''Ah...''

Within Kuon's mind, scenes had begun vividly spinning around. At first, they had been grey-tinted and had sunk into darkness, just like illustrations of stories far removed from reality. But, as he stared intently at them, they had started to glow faintly with colour. The colours gradually grew in number and in brightness, until finally, various scenes from his memory were painted in a flood of brilliant hues.

“It's impossible to believe that man found and fought for a master and companions. Even if he got hired somewhere as a soldier, he'd definitely cause trouble all day long until he finally got himself killed.” – That was what Raga had said a while earlier.

And he was exactly right: Kuon had barely been hired as a mercenary at Conscon before he was already causing an uproar. He had fought over food with a bandit chief, whose name he had already forgotten. The bandit leader had a whole bunch of subordinates, but Kuon was all by himself. Any mistake would have gotten him killed. No, even if he hadn't been killed that time, the same thing would have repeated over and over, until one time, he would definitely have died, and his corpse would have been left to rot among the weeds on the side of a road, without anybody taking any notice of it.

Nowadays, he realised that himself. So how did someone as stupid as he had been manage to survive in an unfamiliar culture in the middle of war? How... he didn't even need to wonder about it.

''It's because I wasn't alone.''

Thinking back on all the fights since Conscon, there had always been people beside him. And not only during the fighting, but also in the scenes of daily life.

“Kuon” – There was always some there who called out to him.

“Were you brawling again, Kuon?” Percy asked helplessly, even though there was a crease between his eyebrows.

“Kuon, it looks like you're steadily memorising the tenets of the Holy Scriptures. What, still not? From now on, I'll be instructing you while keeping you under strict supervision, so there's no escape!” Camus pronounced with a stern expression.

“Kuon,” when she caught sight of him, Sarah came running up, the hem of her novice's robes fluttering.

Even though he himself couldn't remember having done anything, whenever he saw her rush over like that, he felt a strange feeling of guilt, and wondered if he'd done something bad to her. That was probably because Sarah was always far too honest about her emotions, and because she was always launching attacks on him. Even when the reasons she gave for them were completely unreasonable. Like, for example: “Our match from last time hasn't ended yet. What will it be today? And let's forget about a rematch footrace, because I definitely won't lose at whatever we do next.” 

And then, there was one other. Leo Attiel.

Even a man from the tribe who had know and spent time with Kuon since he was born had concluded that “there was no way Kuon could live in that civilisation,” yet Leo had made him his subordinate, and had sometimes even entrusted him with hundreds of men.

They had barely exchanged any private conversations. If you added up all the time the two of them had spoken together, it probably wouldn't amount to more than three hours. Still, in his own way, Kuon understood how difficult Leo's situation was. And because of that, and even if it was only ever so slight, he felt a certain sympathy for him.

Kuon's senses, which felt as though they had been paralysed by poison, slowly started to return. The blood circulated through his veins, and warmed his hands and feet. It was certainly as though blood and flesh were returning to an abandoned corpse but, at the same time, it meant that the fear he had forgotten for a time also came back to him.

Let us say it as often as it needs to be said: Kuon was afraid. Not since coming back within sight of the mountain; no, he had constantly been afraid ever since he had fled the mountain, just after Datta died.

Just as he had told Sarah, after escaping from the mountains, Kuon had headed north by tracing the location of the nomadic tribes who roamed the Kesmai Plains. 

He had always been watching his back. For Kuon, who had never had the opportunity to be involved with trading, it was the first time he had even met human beings other than the mountain people. And so, while he was of course cautious because he had no way of knowing when the nomads might turn those large blades they used to hack of the meat from their livestock against him, what made him tremble more than anything was the fear that his native village might send assassins against him.

Finally, he had crossed the Pass of the Wailing Tresses and entered into Atall's territory, where he had heard the rumours about Conscon that had led him to become a mercenary.

Facing actual combat, the wariness of not knowing when a pursuer might appear was soon just as worn down as Kuon himself had been only a few minutes earlier.

As he learned about the rules of the outside world, he started feeling that the laws and rituals of the mountain were hideously distorted. Besides that, he had wanted to burst out laughing when he realised that there innumerable gods in this world other than Tei Tahra. To think that when he was living in such a confined space, he had been terrified of a god that only tyrannised such a tiny world, and of that god's messengers.

When he had first started as a mercenary at Conscon, all he had wanted was food enough to survive but then, before he knew it, he had become eager to accomplish some glorious feat. He wanted to become famous, to be called a hero, and to prove that he had been right when he chose to leave the mountains. 

Or perhaps what he was anxious to do was to fulfil the prediction made at his coming-of-age ceremony, when it had been said that “Kuon Wei will one day bring forth more gold than the mountains can hold,” and show all of them, back at the mountain.

This was supposed to be the proof that he had overcome the traditions and the shackles of his birthplace, but in reality, it was the exact opposite: it was sign that his native land still continued to hold him back.

''I didn't run away. One day, I'll day go back with my hands filled with gold. So my existence isn't harmful to Tei Tahra.'' Holding on to that belief was simply a way to obtain a sense of security, to still be part of the mountain and to still be with Tei Tahra, even though he was far from his birthplace. 

The fear which was deeply ingrained in his heart and soul could not be wiped away so easily.

After he had become a mercenary, both the overflowing zeal that Percy and the others had observed with amazement, and the dull listlessness he had sometimes displayed where simply the result of his unbearable insecurities.

Suo had asked him, “Why did you come back?”

And Kuon himself had wondered the same thing – ''Why did I come back?'' – as he stood before his native mountains, and also as he writhed across the prison's stone floor.

It was obvious.

The answer was exactly the same as the one to 'Sarah's stupid behaviour,' which had seemed 'incomprehensible' to him just a short while ago.

“Throw this woman out,” Raga bellowed in a voice that seemed to rumble to the pit of his stomach. “Chief, there's no need to kill her. Let her hurry back to Atall. It doesn't matter what kind of man this Leo is, I won't run from any challenge.”

Raga's figure was undeniably valiant, but Kuon did not fail to notice the anguished expression that flitted across Suo's face at that moment. No matter how much the mountain people might have the advantage of the terrain, or how brave their warriors were, fighting against the forces of an entire country would be far too much for them.

Yet having said that, allowing Kuon – who had once fled the mountain – to return to Atall would mean utterly disrupting the rules that protected the mountain.

Having understood that hesitation, Kuon came to a decision.

“If no one else is going to do it, I'll throw her out. Chief, you won't be stopping me, right?” Raga strode towards Sarah and reached to grasp hold of her shoulders. Just as she was about to quickly dodge –

“Chief Suo...”

Everyone there started in surprise, and turned to look at the boy whose back was leaning against the stone wall. It was as if they had all forgotten his existence until that moment.

Below the mask, Raga opened his mouth wide.

“You stay silent, Kuon. The priestesses will be sure to judge you not only for murdering Datta, but also for the crime of having brought war to the tribe.”

He took a swipe of his brawny arms towards Kuon, as if to tell him not to interfere. However –

“It's just as you say, Warrior Raga. I'll wait here for Tei Tahra's judgement.”

“What?”

“Whatever Sarah... – whatever that woman says, I'll stay here.”

“Kuon!” At his words, Sarah was the first to cry out.

“This is what I've decided for myself. Since I accept whatever crime the mountain accuses me of, as well as whatever punishment they decide, it's impossible for Lord Leo to retaliate in revenge.”

Those words brought an end Sarah's negotiation tactic's, even though she had finally managed to make Suo falter and hesitate. She was just about to scream at him, half-frantic with fury.

“But, before that,” Kuon spoke forcefully, looking at Raga, “you said something, Warrior Raga. You said that as an outsider, Sarah didn't have the right to try and change the Chief's policy by challenging you to a duel.”

“And what about it?”

“What about ''me''?”

“What?”

After gasping in surprise, Raga then shook head contemptuously towards the one he was speaking to.

“What do you think you're saying? A criminal can't challenge Raga. If that was possible, everyone who received the death sentence would choose to challenge me, since they would already have one foot in the grave anyway. Do you want Raga to have to deal with every single criminal?”

“Wrong. The only time anyone can challenge Raga to a duel is when they oppose a decision from the chief. Only the mountain god, Tei Tahra – or basically, only the priestesses who can relay his voice, can decide if someone's guilty. Not the chief. So a criminal can't challenge Raga just because he's not happy with his sentence.”

“You fool. That's why I said...”

“My guilt hasn't been decided yet, so I'm not a criminal yet.”

“What?” This time, Suo said it too.

The two of them looked towards the aged Priestess Mist, and she replied in a voice that was like the low pipping of a flute.

“Kuon disappeared before we could clarify his crime and decide whether he was guilty. It's a fact that Lord Tei Tahra has not yet pronounced His judgement.”

“That's completely ridiculous,” Raga yelled, his brawny shoulders heaving up and down. “Even if that's true, this man escaped from the mountain. A man who left the tribe can't challenge Raga.”

“That's wrong too.”

“What's wrong!”

Raga's fury was now so strong, it was as though thunder was about to crash down. But Kuon's eyes were also blazing with the force of a fire.
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“I said I'd wait for Tei Tahra's judgement. Both Suo and Mist look like they intend for me to receive it too. Since I'm leaving my fate to the mountain god, I'm not an outsider. And, Warrior Raga, you yourself said it to Sarah, too: 'Kuon is part of our tribe'. And that's exactly right. Even if my innocence is in doubt and I left the mountain, right now, I'm still a member of the tribe.”

Even Raga was left speechless.

''I'm a member of the tribe'' – just how long had Kuon waited for the day he would be able to proudly declare that? Yet right now, Kuon wasn't boasting.

“As so, in the same way that I have to obey its laws and fulfil its obligations, I can call upon my rights as a member of the tribe.”

It was in order to survive. It was in order to save Sarah, and to rescue Leo, Percy and Camus from the danger he wanted to help them out of. For that, Kuon was willing to wield his words like weapons as much as he needed to.

“I object to Chief Suo's decision to refuse Lord Leo's request. I make use of my right, and challenge Warrior Raga to a duel. Whether I win in a fight with him, I leave to Tei Tahra's judgement.”



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