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in purple, the color of a second-degree general. Because of his simple dress,
perhaps, Batu's entrance remained largely unacknowledged save by his
father-in-law.
Tzu Hsuang ended his conversation and bowed, and the nobles with whom
he had been speaking did likewise. The other lords simply glanced at Batu,
then returned to their conversations. The provincial generals regarded him
with expressions ranging from open contempt to suspicious scrutiny.
"This is disrespectful!" Pe said, stepping forward and speaking loud enough
to be overheard.
"Yes, it is," Batu observed evenly. He was more intrigued by the slights
than angered by them. The general from Chukei had not expected his
subcommanders to accept his authority with eagerness, but neither had he
expected them to treat him with open contempt. Batu suspected that Kwan's
presence accounted for their insolence. By attending the war council, the
minister was making it clear that he had no confidence in his subordinate.
Batu did not care what Kwan thought of him, but he knew that the rivalry
between him and the minister would continue to undermine his authority. It
was a problem he would have to address before he could command with full
effectiveness. Unfortunately, now was not the time or place. At least in name,
Kwan was still his superior. If Batu expected his officers to treat him with
respect, he would have to do the same for the Minister of War.
After instructing Pe to stay at the entrance, Batu strode purposefully to the
front of the tent. There, he bowed to Kwan and said, "I did not expect to see
you here, Minister."
Kwan's shriveled mouth contorted into a malevolent sneer. "Is a third-
degree general no longer welcome at his subordinate's war council?"
Behind Batu, a chorus of whispers rustled through the tent. The general
wanted to ask if ruining him was worth seeing Shou Lung overrun by
barbarians, but he knew the question would accomplish nothing. Instead, after
a lengthy pause, he said, "My commander is always welcome in my tent,
Minister."
A contrived smile slowly creased Kwan's sagging lips. "I'm glad we agree
on that much."
Batu shifted his gaze to the nobles gathered around the old man. "If you will
return to your seats, we will begin this meeting."
The nobles glanced at the minister for permission.
"Now!" Batu snapped, exerting his authority over the lords. If he had to
honor Kwan's authority, it was equally true that his subordinates had to honor
his. The sooner he made that fact clear, the better.
Kwan nodded to the nobles, and they walked around the table. As the
general waited for them to take their positions with the other lords, a muffled
rattle sounded from the surrounding hills. The lords murmured in concerned
tones and looked toward the exit.
Batu nodded at Pe, and the young officer stepped outside. An instant later,
he returned and bowed very low. "My lords and generals, the emperor
approaches."
Pe quickly retreated out of the doorway as the lords filed toward the exit.
Only the five provincial generals waited for the proper dismissal, and then left
only after receiving permission from both the general and the minister.
Moments later, Batu found himself alone with Kwan. After staring at the old
man for a long moment, the general said, "Isn't defeating the barbarians more
important than our political disputes? How far do you intend to carry this?"
Kwan stood and, never taking his eyes off Batu, shuffled around the table.
"Carry what?" he asked, turning toward the door. "Come, we mustn't keep the
emperor waiting."
The minister's disavowal of their rivalry angered Batu as much as the
conflict itself, but the only thing he could do about it was swallow his ire and
do as ordered. When he followed Kwan out of the tent, he saw that all thirty
armies had fallen to their knees and were pressing their foreheads to the
ground in symbolic submission to the emperor. The thirty commanders had
gathered in front of the earthen pyramid. They were kneeling, but had not yet
touched their foreheads to the ground in a kowtow.
Kwan's aide guided him to the base of the pyramid, where, as a member of
the Mandarinate, the minister would kneel during the ceremony. Batu went to
his own place, twenty feet away from the earthen mound. He kneeled at the
front of the thirty commanders.
One thousand soldiers wearing the yellow dragon-scale armor of the
emperor's elite guard marched down the eastern hill. The bodyguard, normally
an impressive sight, seemed no more than a few drops in the sea of fighting
men assembled in the shallow valley. The mandarins, each riding in a
covered sedan chair carried by four bearers, followed the imperial guards.
Behind the mandarins came the emperor's palanquin, a huge yellow affair
carried by sixteen men. Then, also in sedan chairs, came a series of
subministers, high-ranking consorts, imperial relatives, and influential
eunuchs. Finally, another thousand guards brought up the procession's rear.
The only sounds in the valley were the rhythmic tramp of the imperial
bodyguards and the gasping of the wind. When the first guards reached the
center of the meadow, they formed a ring around the kowtowing nobles,
Batu's tent, and the pyramid. A few moments later, the first sedans arrived
and the mandarins, dressed in white ceremonial robes, climbed out of their
chairs. As they went to kneel in their places, two of the ministers, Ju-Hai Chou
and Ting Mei Wan, inclined their heads in greeting to Batu.
Next, the emperor's palanquin stopped at the steps, but the Divine One did
not show himself. The doors remained shut until the last relative kneeled
behind the pyramid and the last member of the guard took his place in the
defensive ring.
Then, without further ceremony, the Lord of Imperial Sacrifices opened the
palanquin door. The Divine One stepped out. He wore a robe of gold cloth
and a jade crown carved into a likeness of the sacred sky dragon. Hundreds
of mystic symbols, representing all the important nature spirits, had been
sewn into his cloak with gold and silver thread.
As the emperor ascended the pyramid, he looked pale and tired. Batu did
not find his appearance surprising. To purify himself for this ceremony, the
emperor had gone without food or sleep for three days. According to the Book
of Heaven, the spirits perceived the resulting state of exhaustion as a symbol
of submission. Therefore, they were more likely to look favorably upon the
Divine One's request. To Batu, who was not a great believer in either the
celestial bureaucracy or the mystic spirits, such privations seemed an
unnecessary and risky taxation on the Son of Heaven's health.
At the top of the pyramid, the emperor stopped and glanced down at Batu,
then at each of the other commanders, and finally at the Mandarinate. At this
signal, they all touched their foreheads to the scratchy grass. Batu was
unhappy to hear several nobles grunt with the simple effort of lowering their
heads to the ground. More often than not, the armies of fat commanders were
filled with chubby, unskilled soldiers.
The Divine One did not take time to speak any words of inspiration. Even if
the soldiers could have heard him, it was not for him to inspire them. That
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