Chapters (25)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- CHAPTER ONE - Sakarpus
- CHAPTER TWO - Hûnoreal
- CHAPTER THREE - Momemn
- CHAPTER FOUR - Hûnoreal
- CHAPTER FIVE - Momemn
- CHAPTER SIX - Marrow
- CHAPTER SEVEN - Sakarpus
- CHAPTER EIGHT - The River Rohil
- CHAPTER NINE - Momemn
- CHAPTER TEN - Condia
- CHAPTER ELEVEN - The Osthwai Mountains
- CHAPTER TWELVE - The Andiamine Heights
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Condia
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Cil-Aujas
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Condia
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN - Cil-Aujas
- Interlude: Momemn
- House Anasûrimbor
- What Has Come Before …
- Acknowledgements
- Also by R. Scott Bakker
Meanwhile, preparations for the ensuing march continued. In the Council of Names, the kings and generals of the Great Ordeal debated points of supply and strategy beneath the all-seeing eyes of their Aspect-Emperor. Even though flushed with pious excitement—a great number of them had spent years waiting for this very day—they harboured few illusions about the trials and perils that awaited them. Sakarpus stood at the very edge of the mannish world, the point where, as King Saubon of Enathpaneah would say, “Men are more lamb than lion.” Sranc ruled the land beyond the northern horizon, scratching a vicious existence from the ruined cities of the long-dead High Norsirai. And that land, the Lords of the Ordeal knew, stretched for more than two thousand miles. Not since the wars of Far Antiquity had so many attempted such an arduous journey. “Between this march and the Consult,” their Aspect-Emperor told them, “the march will prove far deadlier.”
For more than a decade, a greater part of the New Empire’s resources had been bent toward the arduous trek to Golgotterath. Even before Sakarpus had fallen, the Imperial Engineers had begun building a second city below the ancient first: barracks, smithies, lazarets, and dozens of sodwalled storehouses. Still others staked the course of the broad stone road that would, in a matter of weeks, connect the ancient city to faraway Oswenta. Even now, an endless train of supplies wound in from the southern horizon, bearing arms, wares, rations, and more rations. Infantrymen, no matter their rank, were limited to strict portions of amicut, the campaign fare of the wild Scylvendi peoples to the southwest. The caste-nobility could count on somewhat heartier provisions but were reduced to riding shaggy-maned ponies that required no grain to preserve their strength. Vast herds of sheep and cattle, bred solely to accompany the march, were also beaten across the horizon, so many that some Men of the Ordeal began calling themselves ka Koumiroi, or the Herdsmen—a name that would later become holy.