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Daeyus lay back on the sand and shut his eyes. He was glad to be alive. The last six months had been taxing to say the least. Yet they had more than accomplished their seemingly impossible mission and managed to put down most of the Scythian rebellion. Only one tribe, the Saka, still offered any semblance of resistance. Till about five days ago, the Deva campaign against them had been fairly successful.
They had drawn the Saka away to the northwest and cut them off from their regular supply lines. Just when it had seemed that victory was finally theirs for the taking, their luck ran out. Daeyus and his men were caught in a violent desert storm. For three days and nights the Devas waited. Crouched behind their horses, they prayed for nature's fury to abate. The sand was everywhere, in their eyes, their noses and their lungs.
When they had just about reached the end of their tether, on the third night, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the sandstorm was gone. The desert was still again. At dawn, Daeyus, along with his two commanders Vasu and Krupa, surveyed the situation.
It was critical to say the least; their water reserves were long gone. In addition to this, the sand dunes had shifted, completely changing the topography of the land.
They had no idea where they were or in which direction they should go to find water. Only of one thing they were certain: somewhere in the vast dunes, the Saka, the last and most feared of the Scythian tribes, lay in wait for them. The Deva chief turned to the east, shut his eyes, and said a quick prayer to Surya, the Sun God.
Just as he opened his eyes, he saw her, astride a huge black stallion, silhouetted against the rising sun. Her long, black hair and robes flowed in the morning breeze as she reined in her steed and indicated for them to follow her. A captivated Daeyus threw caution to the winds and rode off behind the woman. For two days and nights the Devas rode behind their raja and the mystery woman. Although consumed by doubt, they did not once question his judgment or decision.
They simply called upon their last reserves of strength and braved the scorching sun and sands. At long last, on the third morning, sunrise revealed the tall palms of the Oasis of Illum. Daeyus looked around for the woman, but she was gone. The raja chose his campsite well within the tree line, so there would be no indication to anyone who arrived from the desert that the oasis was inhabited.
The exhausted men watered and fed the horses and spent the hottest part of the day asleep in the shade of the trees. It was almost dark when Daeyus awoke with a start. He wondered what it was that had so suddenly woken him.
In the air, there lingered a strange, alluring perfume. The place was deathly quiet except for the occasional snoring of one of his men. He walked round the perimeter of the camp and inspected the defences. The sentries he had posted were all fast asleep. Daeyus drew his sword and looked around, all his senses on alert. His men never slept on duty. He suspected this to be some kind of Scythian sorcery. He slowly made his way towards the edge of the tree line.
As he stepped into the desert, he saw her. She stared at him, her dark eyes filled with longing.
The wind swept her robe aside and Daeyus caught a glimpse of her bronzed, voluptuous body. It took his breath away; he dropped his sword and started to run. Gaia watched as this beautiful man came towards her, then she rushed forward to meet his embrace and together they fell on the dune. Their hands worked feverishly as they tore at each other's clothing. No words were exchanged between them as their lips found each other; none were necessary.
Their coupling was swift, savage and intense. Gaia moved her hips and matched him thrust for thrust as she drove him wild with desire. Daeyus had been totally unprepared for the pleasure he now experienced.
His previous amorous escapades had been with either scared, eager to please slave girls, or with the grieving widows of his vanquished enemies. This was incredible; not only did this woman treat him as an equal she now challenged him to match her in intensity.
The weariness of the last few days was gone as the raja thrust with the ferocity of a bull. Then, suddenly, she threw her head back, ground her hips into his pelvis and screamed at the top of her lungs. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her body and threatened to completely overwhelm her. She heard a growl escape his throat as she felt the heat of his seed deep within her. She smiled as his body stiffened and he collapsed in a heap on top of her. She cupped his hard buttocks in her hands and pulled him closer.
She held on for a few moments and then her grip relaxed. Gaia opened her eyes; the intense joy she had felt was gone now, replaced by a hint of anxiety. Slowly she came to terms with what had just happened. She gently pushed him off her and did not look in his direction or say a word. There would be consequences for her actions; of this she was certain. Gaia was an Elemental who drew her powers from the earth. It was forbidden for her kind to consort with humans or any other earthly beings.
She wondered why, when she could have had her pick of the gods, it was this beautiful savage that had drawn her attention. But it had been worth it; every glorious moment had been a memory she could treasure. He had made love to her with the passion of one who did not know if he would live to see another day.
Something she could never expect from a god. She had watched him for months as he battled the insurmountable odds that a resilient enemy and the uncompromising desert had thrown at him. Through it all there had been an unwavering, godlike strength to his spirit that had reached out across the ether and drawn her to him.
Now Gaia, Earth Goddess, knew there was nothing she could do but await the judgment of the Elders. She smiled as she felt a pleasant sensation in her womb; it was the warmth of his seed.
She turned to her lover as he slept, gently placed her head on his chest, and closed her eyes as she listened to the beating of his heart. Her light dimmed as her body took on its normal form. She looked down at the sprawling city that lay beneath her, lost in thought about the events she had just witnessed. In keeping with the laws of the Cosmos, every great act of destruction preceded an equally powerful act of creation. This night she had witnessed both, and she was troubled.
The death of the star could only mean one thing; the forbidden sexual act that she had witnessed just after would produce a life force so powerful that, if left unchecked, it could destroy the prevalent order in the world and create a new one. And, as an integral part of the current order, she would have to do everything in her power to ensure that such an event did not come to pass. She had recognised both participants of the unholy union she had just witnessed.
While she knew she had no power over the woman, the man's fate was very much under her control. Braega, high priest of Susa, stood behind the goddess. He kept his gaze down, trying not to stare at her lovely body. Her unblemished skin was the colour of pale ivory. He tried to keep his trembling hands steady as he stepped forward and draped a blue robe over those exquisitely-shaped shoulders. Ishtar turned to him, her beauty now had a cold edge to it and a dark shadow lurked behind her pale green eyes.
Braega hurriedly averted his gaze. His discomfort did not go unnoticed by the goddess; she took her time to draw the robe across her bare breasts. She liked the effect her naked body had on men; it completely disarmed them and robbed them of their wits. He replied with all the dignity he could muster.
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Shalla conserves the strength of his own army by hiring these barbarians to do his dirty work. Do you think this man will be successful in his mission? He could not fathom the interest his goddess had in Daeyus and his boorish band of thugs.
The Scythians and their horses are born and raised in that hellish desert; they will slowly but surely wipe out these barbarians. In one move, he has taken care of his enemies and removed a potential threat. These barbarians will weaken the Scythian tribes considerably before they perish. There will be no Scythian raid on our lands for some time to come. But she could not allow that to happen as long as it was within her power.
The bravery and military prowess of the Devas are already legendary. It has come to my attention that they have many admirers even within these walls. The sands of the Karakum are littered with the bones of countless such brave men.
Let me assure you, even if the Devas do return, they will be in no position to challenge the might of Elam. She now trod carefully; she did not want to reveal the true reason behind her interest just yet.
But humour me this once, my dear Braega. I want you to bring me a regular report on all further activities of this Daeyus.
I also need you to send a messenger to Sumer and find a man for me. He is known in those parts as, "The Marksman". Shalla had a supremely efficient espionage system to monitor the activities in the lands outside the walls of Susa. As high priest, Braega had access to this intelligence. It would not be difficult for him to keep an eye on the Deva chief.
The goddess' second request, however, piqued his curiosity; he hadn't the faintest idea who this man was that she wanted him to find. The Marksman will find him.
Braega bowed low and left. There was absolutely no trace of the mystery woman. He was wondering if the whole thing had been a dream, when he heard his squire Mara call out to him.
The morning air was chill; Daeyus got to his feet and wrapped his cloak around him. Daeyus reached the camp and asked Vasu and Krupa to get the men ready.
The scouts informed him that the Saka were three hundred strong and about four hours south of their position. They marched in the direction of the oasis. Daeyus questioned them about the physical condition of the enemy. He was informed that they looked like they had been without water for days. Daeyus smiled; some good news at last.
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Although the enemy outnumbered them five to one, the desert would even the odds. He remembered how he had started this campaign with five hundred men, the finest warriors from his clan; now there were just sixty of them left.
But these sixty men had been tempered in the furnace of the Karakum. They feared nothing. They would gladly march to the gates of hell and back with their raja. He watched them, proudly lined up in their bronze armour.
They banged their lances against their shields as he approached. The round bronze shields had emblazoned on them a golden sun, the symbol of the Deva strength and power. Daeyus took his place at the head of the troops, flanked on either side by his two commanders. It was noon when the Devas reached within striking distance of the Saka camp.
The Scythians were all sprawled in the shadows thrown by their resting horses. Numa, the Saka chief, had decided to rest his men and horses during the hottest part of the day. He knew he couldn't ask any more of them. For ten days they had marched without food or water through conditions akin to hell, a phenomenal effort even by the Scythians' own high standards. The enemy had been forgotten, now only survival was on the Sakas' minds. Numa still hung on in the hope that the Oasis of Illum was a half-day's march away.
The stars in the night sky had told him that, and he prayed he had read them right. Daeyus saw clearly that the Saka did not expect an attack. They had made camp below a giant sand dune, which was a great spot to beat the heat but a terrible one to defend, especially if you were pitted against the greatest light cavalry in the world. The raja divided his forces into three; Vasu and Krupa took twenty-five men each to hit the Saka from either flank, and Daeyus held ten men with him in reserve and waited.
The enemy was completely unprepared when the first volley of arrows hit them from both the flanks. However, after the initial chaos, the Saka were quick to respond. They gathered their weapons, leapt on to their horses and started to give chase. Daeyus smiled as he watched the enemy play right into his hands. Numa looked on helplessly as the Devas, on their rested horses, poured volley after volley of arrows into his men before they calmly rode out of range.
Their accuracy astounded him. He mounted his horse and started to rally his men. Daeyus realised that he must act quickly or they would lose the crucial momentum that their surprise attack had brought.
He led the ten men in an arrowhead formation with himself at point and charged right into the centre of the enemy camp. Before the Saka realised what was happening, the raja and his men were upon them.
Daeyus ran one man right through with his lance and knocked a second off his horse with a mighty blow from his shield; his horse did not even break stride as it ran swiftly towards the Saka chief.
They were almost upon him when Daeyus felt the front legs of his steed buckle--a spear had been thrust into its chest. Daeyus toppled forward over the front of his horse. The soft sand broke his fall, but he lost his spear and shield.
He drew his sword as the enemy swarmed around him. Vasu, quick to spot the peril his raja was in, rallied his men and charged towards him. Daeyus hacked and slashed at the enemy as they surrounded him. One of his men tossed him his battle-axe. Daeyus caught the heavy weapon in mid-air and in one motion swung it at his nearest assailant, decapitating the man.
The blood from the severed neck drenched Daeyus and enhanced his already frightening appearance. Numa, the Saka chief, frantically barked orders to his troops. Daeyus noticed that the enemy was beginning to hurriedly regroup around him. The Devas were about to lose the advantage of their surprise assault. He shouted out a challenge to the Saka chief, whose response was immediate--he hurled his spear at him.
Daeyus ducked and the javelin sailed over his shoulder. As he rose, two men barred his way. Daeyus caught one of them in the throat with his sword as he swung the axe at the other in an underhand stroke. The massive blade caught the Saka under the armpit of his sword arm and sliced it clean off. By now Vasu and Krupa had reached him. They positioned themselves behind him, shoulder to shoulder, as they protected his exposed flanks.
Daeyus grimaced; suddenly there was no room for him to swing his axe. Just then, another Saka spear was thrust at his face.
Daeyus dropped his axe, grabbed the shaft of the spear and dragged the man off his horse right on to his waiting sword. Numa watched this awe-inspiring display of strength and noticed the demoralising effect it was having on his men. He leapt off his horse, sword raised high in the air. Daeyus saw the movement from the corner of his eye and was ready. He turned towards the Saka chief and raised the spear.
The weapon caught Numa in mid-flight right in the solar plexus. Daeyus lifted the spear high in the air. Every muscle and sinew in his arm strained from the effort and a primal scream rose from deep within his throat. The battle stopped momentarily, all eyes on the mighty raja, his face and body splattered with blood as he continued to hold Numa on the point of his spear in an incredible display of raw power.
Then he thrust the blunt end of the shaft into the sand. The Saka watched in horror as the body of their chief jerked at the end of the weapon. Slowly, Numa's torso slid down the length of the spear, his agonised screams renting the air. All the fight seemed to leave the Saka. They jumped off their mounts, prostrated before Daeyus, and begged for mercy.
The older men, along with the wounded, were given a few horses and their freedom to return home. Daeyus saw the fear in their eyes as they thanked him for his mercy and left. They would spread the message far and wide across the Karakum. It would be a long time before the Scythians challenged the authority of Elam again.
It was well over six months and the beginning of winter by the time Raja Daeyus reached the Devas' camp at the southwestern end of the desert. He and his soldiers were given a hero's welcome and a great feast was organised to celebrate the victory. The festivities went on for a week.
The first two days were devoted to the sacrifice; eleven bulls were slaughtered to honour the Sun God Surya and their ancestors for granting them victory. Then the high priest called out the name of each man who had fallen in battle. A goat was sacrificed for every dead warrior to help him on his journey to heaven where he would dine with the gods.
After the sacrifice, the great feast began. The meat was barbecued in a huge, fiery pit and served with watery wine and unleavened bread. After everyone had eaten and drunk to their heart's content, the bards came in. To die in battle was the ultimate honour for a Deva. The bards chose the most heroic stories from the battles and immortalised them in song. Then the wine got stronger and the music more frenzied as the dancing girls took over.
Now the celebrations descended into endless hours of debauchery and sexual excess. Just as it was in battle, the raja took the lead in all the revelry and carried on till the very end. It was another two days before Daeyus recovered and started to attend to his administrative duties.
The gold from the sale of the horses and slaves was first used to compensate the families of the soldiers who had lost their lives in the Scythian campaign. Then the survivors of the campaign were rewarded for their bravery and their individual acts of heroism were recognised.
Over the next few months, through the winter, Daeyus paid particular attention to the training and rebuilding of his vastly depleted army. Fortunately, the Deva way of life provided him with a highlytrained and motivated group of young reserves to choose from. Deva boys were weaned away from the comforts of parental love at the tender age of eight, divided into groups called dals, and put under the tutelage of an accomplished veteran, usually someone just retired from active service.
The boys lived together in a boot camp. Their early military training included being tied to the backs of running calves and shooting arrows at stationary targets. They were also taught wrestling and fencing with wooden swords. All manner of sport was encouraged through their early development, with particular attention to archery, riding and combat.
When they were eighteen, they would compete amongst themselves, and the most promising young men would be taken into the reserves from where they would vie for a place in the raja's sena of five hundred. The rest would be put in charge of the security of their vast herds, till they distinguished themselves in the next trials.
Daeyus personally supervised these Spardhas, or trials of strength. The disciplines were archery, riding and combat.
The competition was fierce; contestants fought tooth and nail and gave it everything to finish on top. The winners were given the biggest honour a young Deva warrior could hope for, a chance to ride into battle with the raja. Daeyus also took a great deal of interest in the building and upgrade of his arsenal.
He spent a lot of time with his weapon smiths, testing new weapons and giving suggestions to improve existing ones. By early spring, he was able to devote time to his other great passion: horses. He had spent a few years on a breeding programme where he had introduced bloodlines from the Arabian Desert into his own collection of fine horseflesh.
Now the pride and joy of that effort stood before him. The young black stallion snorted and stamped the earth in annoyance as Daeyus approached him. He was as dangerous as he was beautiful. He had nearly killed the groom who had last tried to put a saddle on him. The man lay unconscious in his tent with a cracked skull. As Daeyus approached the corral, he called out to him.
As the story is well known, he can not drastically change facts and is still required to bring novelty in the narration. Rajiv G. Menon has totally nailed this dilemma.
He appears vulnerable in his love to Sachi and Valli, and yet is ruthless while dealing with Asuras and Harappans. He shows constraint in inflicting cruelty over war prisoners, yet is pitiless while devouring the heart of a fallen enemy. In short, Indra and his motley friends looked equally at ease with divine powers and bawdy debauchery. But, despite my heartfelt appreciation for the well written book, I did not like the excessive use of carnal scenes.
Another small irritant was the slight Western influence I noticed in the narration. The Hindi and Sanskrit words were painstakingly avoided, at least initially. The writer tried hard to give English meaning of common words like Roti and Spardha. I noticed this trend in V. Somehow, Indians shy away from using their native language, though, its judicial use can only enhance the regional appeal.
However, as the story progressed, unlike Naipaul, Menon rectified himself. He later introduced Hindi words comfortably, letting the meaning being described with lucid explanation instead of literal translation. Other than these slight niggles, I absolutely loved this book. My only ruse is that it is a trilogy. The present book has ended on a curious note, and I am damn excited to read more. But, Thundergod has left me hungry for more.
He has opened a whole new world of Indian Mythology to me, interspersed with Norse myths, and has piqued my interest more than ever.
All in all, a great debut by Rajiv G. A worthy read for everyone. One thing leads to another naturally and the author takes us through in a logical pace.
Short chapters that makes it easy to navigate. Subtle humour that runs along, without getting cocky. The author plays a clever hand here. What did not work for me: 1. At one point it just got plainly queasy and felt like the author had run out of imagination. Granted, our ancestors lived literally like animals but detailed explanations everytime and the frequency only made the author sound like an ancient version of E.
Ruthless killing in the name of war happens page after page. No wonder history is so violent! Be warned of possible nightmares if you sit on this one late. There are atleast a hundred names in here. And a few hundred more for animals and weapons even. They all end up sounding very very alike, and sometimes even gender-neutral.
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I had a tough time placing Ur-Uruk and Ugra.Their accuracy astounded him. The father watched proudly from his perch on the cliff face. The bull turned sharply towards him and one of its needle-sharp horns raked him across the belly, laying it open. Susena had never experienced anything like this before. But it had been worth it; every glorious moment had been a memory she could treasure.
As he grows up under the able tutelage of Mitra, he behaves like an ordinary boy. The Deva chief raised the boy high above his shoulder and shouted at the top of his voice.
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