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Chapter 439. Still No Afrasyab.
“Wait,” said another soldier. “What about the civilian population? We can still rape and plunder, right?” “Absolutely not,” said Kay Khosrow firmly. “I mean, I know you’ve already done some, but it stops now. I need to rule this country, not destroy it. The more damage you do, the harder my job is.” (more…)
Chapter 438. The Turanian Women.
Kay Khosrow shrugged. “Guess he’s gone. Oh well. In the meantime, where are the wizards?” “Right here, sir,” said several old men, tapping their badges. “Great,” said Kay Khosrow. “I need you to go through the palace and sweep it for evil sorcery, magical traps, etc. Captains! Get out and guard the palace from looting! The men are getting rowdy out there, and I really don’t want them to damage…
Chapter 437. Where the Hell is Afrasyab?
Afrasyab, as a matter of fact, was in the palace too. However, it was just a quick pit stop to bewail his fate, because his real goal was the secret passage under the palace. By good luck, none of Kay Khosrow’s tunneling activites had intercepted it, and the other end opened up well away from the besieging army. With two hundred of his top men, Afrasyab fled into the wilderness. The shouts of…
Chapter 436. Kay Khosrow, the Magnanimous and Benevolent.
Raging at that response, Afrasyab – and all of his men – spent the night preparing for battle. The blacksmiths, too, were hard at it, so really no one in Gang-Behesht/Dizh got any sleep at all. Early in the morning, the magnanimous and benevolent Kay Khosrow rode out, magnanimously and benevolently, to survey the cities defenses, and work out how best to destroy it (magnanimously and…
Chapter 435. It's Not Ahriman.
Kay Khosrow smiled. But it didn’t reach his eyes, mainly because they were still full of tears. The tears kept flowing as he spoke. It was rather unnerving. “Well, I’ve heard you out. And I can confirm that all your compliments are factually correct.” (more…)
Chapter 434. Uncle Jahn.
The next morning, while Kay Khosrow was still setting up siege engines and drawing up battle plans, there was a sudden blast of a trumpet from the city. “What could that possibly mean?” cried Kay Khosrow, as the gates started to open, but it wasn’t a sally – it was just Jahn, accompanied by an honour guard of only 10 men. (more…)
Chapter 433. Siyavash's City.
Kay Khosrow gazed upon the vast stone fortifications with some dismay. Over the top of the walls floated a faint few notes of music. “What a beautiful city!” he sighed. “I’m sure the builder never imagined this city would see war.” “Pretty sure he did,” said Rostam, who had finally caught up with the royal army. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have built it with such bulky stone walls, not to mention…
Chapter 432. The New Emperor of China.
Back behind stout fortifications, Afrasyab felt very slightly better. He ordered a feast to be served, and some musicians to play cheerful music, and then he got down to the serious order of business: writing a letter. Continue reading Chapter 432. The New Emperor of China.
Chapter 431. Back To Gang-Behesht.
It was still dark when one of Gostaham’s men knocked on Kay Khosrow’s tent. Since that, naturally, didn’t make much noise, he raised his voice instead. “Your Majesty! Wake up!” Continue reading Chapter 431. Back To Gang-Behesht.
Chapter 430. Kay Khosrow, Most Oppressed Man Alive.
The next day, the two armies met once more. Soldiers swarmed like ants, our favourite heroes lined up and looked very impressive, and the face of the earth was covered with dust. TL;DR, it was a whole mess, and went on for far too long. Continue reading Chapter 430. Kay Khosrow, Most Oppressed Man Alive.
Chapter 429. Kakula.
It was not to last. Soon the news came from the outposts: “Kay Khosrow has crossed the river! He’s getting closer!” Indeed he was – not quickly, but methodically. This was not the terror campaign of earlier wars; Kay Khosrow was handing out largesse to the peasants as he went along, and holding his men back from laying waste. Any local authorities who let him pass without resistance were…
Chapter 428. Gang-Behesht.
As soon as they deemed themselves out of earshot, Afrasyab’s fleeing soldiers began to weep and wail. “What are you all weeping about?” sniffled Afrasyab, who was also weeping. Continue reading Chapter 428. Gang-Behesht.
Chapter 427. Kay Kavus Still Exists, Apparently.
“You know what else I need to do?” said Kay Khosrow. “Write to my grandpa.” “Good idea,” said Gudarz. “I have a scribe who’s really good at insults and trash talk. He’ll make absolute hay of Afrasyab running away -” Kay Khosrow shook his head. “No, my other grandpa.” Continue reading Chapter 427. Kay Kavus Still Exists, Apparently.
Chapter 426. Afrasyab Out.
In the quiet dark of the night, Afrasyab made a decision. “We’re retreating,” he said. “What?” asked Jahn, Garsivaz, and the rest of his council incredulously. Continue reading Chapter 426. Afrasyab Out.
Chapter 425. Jahn.
The next morning, according to the astrologers, the sun rose in Taurus. Jahn wasn’t really sure what that was supposed to mean, but he did know that his little brother was dead. As he rode out at the head of ten thousand men, he drowned out Afrasyab’s boring astrological explanations with the martial sound of fifes and kettledrums. Continue reading Chapter 425. Jahn.
Chapter 424. Goodbye, Shideh.
Rohham took charge of Black Bezhad, and as Shideh suddenly realized how big Kay Khosrow had grown since he’d last seen him, his heart sank. Being on the ground had done nothing whatsoever to dim the glow, either. Continue reading Chapter 424. Goodbye, Shideh.
Chapter 423. Kay Khosrow vs. Shideh.
As promised, Shideh showed up bright and early the next morning. Sword held aloft in the air, he politely recited the customary threats and boasting. “Here goes nothing,” said Kay Khosrow, attempting to pull a chain-mail shirt over his head. It was clumsier than he’d anticipated, and several warriors began to weep and wail at the sight. “How can a king chafe his sacred loins with iron?” they…