Chapter 25: Intrigue
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255 BCE
Girvan sighed as he looked at the Arrakia people look at him cluelessly as he tried to make his point across. He and his crew had become stranded in this new strange land for about 8 years if he wasn’t mistaken, and the entire tribes had almost killed him and his crew of 20 men!
Well that was a moot point anyways, 7 of his men were already dead to the wilds of this new land which he had named Daksera which roughly translated to be ‘Southern Tribes’. Rather succinct and to the point, Girvan thought idly as he rubbed his beard and threw a stone over into the seas. The tribe leader had held him hostage, alongside his crew. He could only longingly look over into the ocean, thinking about home and family; there were guards all around him, eyeing him warily to actually even try to build a boat back to the Easstern Islands and then to Nepala.
He sighed and looked towards his right side and saw the young man fumble with the small ball in his hands. “Fejo, you still haven’t gotten used to the ball, even after 9 winters I see.”
Girvan’s heavy Arrakian accent was pretty hard to understand for the people around here, however Fejo was his constant companion, and he understood his words pretty handily. “Ah, yes, the gadgets you brought in your ship, are marvelous, still astound me to this day!”
“Some thing anyways……all my weapons, my swords, clubs, Kukri and axes were taken by your father, Fejo!” Girvan muttered.
“Ah yes.” Fejo smiled and rubbed his back slightly sheepishly. “My father is the tribe leader after all; weapons in the hands of your mates would have been troublesome to explain to the elders!”
“Even after 9 years where you have used us as free labour and free intellectuals for your tribe’s own betterment?” Girvan muttered back. “I think we have proven ourselves to the elders a long time ago!”
“Ah perhaps.” The twenty something Arakkian stated. “However you realize how obstinate my father and the elders are, don’t you? I don’t have high hopes.”
“Neither do I truth be told.” Girvan murmured as he shook his head and looked longingly at the horizon again. Fejo sighed and looked at his eye lines and said “You aren’t going to be able to go back to your home Girvan, it may sound cruel, but that is the harsh truth.”
“I do realize that fact my only friend in this gods forsaken land.” Girvan replied as Fejo frowned slightly. “I miss my intended, that’s all, and the life I dreamed to have with her.”
“Ah yes, I had heard about this from one of your shipmates.” Fejo murmured. “I heard you were to go to the……..eastern islands? To gain riches and come back to ask her hand, if I am not mistaken?”
“I seriously need to ask Hari to shut his trap.” Girvan muttered angrily as he huffed and nodded slowly as Fejo smiled slightly, though it was sanguine largely.
“Ah come on Girvan! I am the future Chieftain of my tribe! Teach me the ways of your homeland, they fascinate me a lot!” Fejo blustered in an attempt to make Girvan cheery.
Girvan looked at Fejo with calculating eyes before he smiled and swung his feet on the sand bank and looked at Fejo. “Yes, you are right. I have nothing else good enough to do anyways. Let me tell you about Siddhartha Gautama, the progenitor of my sovereign and king of the Shakya Dynasty……..”
And history changed forever.
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King Yuvan I was currently pinching his thumb in irritation as he looked at the new Emperor of the Makedonian Empire, his something removed cousin from his maternal side. The Makedonian and the Nepala Mandala were allies, through blood and through diplomacy, however this new Emperor of the Makedonian Empire, was a little too boisterous for him to like.
Demetrius I of the Makedonian Empire was very much a boisterous man as he laughed his way through the Durbar in this state visit that he had made after he had been inspecting the Indian provinces of his empire.
“Cousin! You rule over quite the state!” Demetrius I laughed. Yuvan I was having half the mind to strangle the grandson of Alexander IV, a very respected monarch in Nepala, and he was pinching into his hands to stop himself from doing anything of the such.
“Cousin Demetrius, please I implore you to be quiet, the people here are very prone to anger with such high voices!”
“Ah I am sorry cousin Yuvan!” Demetrius I boomed much to Yuvan’s jarring irritation.
“Ah cousin, no need for irritation!” Demetrius I chuckled. “I have an offer for you cousin!”
The 29 year old High King of Nepala looked at his cousin with some amount of trepidation as he asked “What is this offer?”
“I have ears everywhere where my allies go my friend!” Demetrius I murmured in a smaller voice. “My spies bring me news about the Yarlung Kingdom in the north of the mountains, they say that the Yarlung’s are vying to become sovereign again and are reaching towards the ZhangZhung Kingdom to become independent.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Yuvan I stated with a frown. “My wife is a ZhangZhung Princess, and she would know this!”
“How do you know that?” Demetrius I replied with a whisper. “Political intrigues have known to……throw family members under the proverbial cliff.”
Yuvan I clicked his tongue and asked “Assuming this is even true cousin, what have you to gain through this information pass?”
“Ah, have you not seen the map of my empire, cousin?” Demetrius I asked rhetorically. “My empire is large, and extends across the known world. I need a permanent ally on my borders. I need you, my ally, to be stable in my borders. Especially since your state controls the mountains of the Indus Valley.”
“Ah……” Yuvan I frowned. He quirked his eyebrows before closing them and pressing his fingers slightly to this eyes before opening them and stating “Fine, cousin, I will look into the matter. But for now, we continue our tour and let this talk drop.”
“Very well cousin.”
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Chogda Yarleng sighed as he read the report from the frontiers. He needed the plan to go smoothly. The ZhangZhung King had presented his agreement to the plan, and the need to secure independence from the Nepala Mandala was now, when the new king was focused on naval matters and naval parity than the army. The passes would be quickly secured, and then defeat the Nepala army in chokepoints, and then from a position of height and strength, negotiate a favorable peace.
The Yarlung Kingdom needed this, the Tibetans needed this. They hadn’t fought against the Chinese to become the lapdogs of the Nepalese towards the south! His blood burned as he remembered the humiliations that his father’s army had suffered in that war with the Qin Dynasty, and how the Nepalese had swooped in and claimed ‘victory’ as their own. The lust for revenge was strong. An envoy had been sent to the Qin Dynasty as well. They would be very much amenable to a buffer between them and the Nepalese as well, wouldn’t they?
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The Qin Emperor looked at the offer presented to him by the Yarlung messenger and smiled. “Well well well, looks like the Tibetans crawled back to us then? Welli will be happy to oblige then. Send a message stating that I accept!”
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