Okay, this is the Book 15 scene where Hilmes and Burhan share a meal! WARNING for novel spoilers including mentions of character deaths. For some reason, I did a rough translation of the entire scene, even though the food is right at the start. Also warning for Hilmes being both heartbreaking and awful (it’s pretty typical of second half Hilmes, to be honest).
(Tiny bit of context going into this scene; Hilmes and Burhan have left Misr after things there didn’t go to plan. They were on board a ship heading for Maryam, and jumped overboard on horseback to reach the shore without having to disembark at the port.)
Translation Disclaimer: This is essentially a machine translation of a fan translation, edited for readability, so please don’t count on it being 100% accurate!
‘Thanks to outstanding horsemanship coupled with the calm seas of Maryam, Hilmes and Burhan were finally able to land safely on the country's shore. In the case of Hilmes, there were Lusitanian officials or soldiers in the port, and so they had needed to avoid the danger of his face being recognised. In order to do this, they had exhausted the strength of their horses, which had dropped dead when they came ashore.
Hilmes sat at rest on the sand dunes, and Burhan, who had gone out in search of food, returned with a shamefaced expression.
"I was only able to find such rudimentary food... If it is unsuited to your tastes, I'll try again."
"No, never mind that, it's best to eat our fill at once."
Hilmes unfolded the round flatbreads, added roast lamb, chicken, onion, mashed beans and so on, then wrapped it up.
"Go ahead and eat, too."
"Thank you."
There had been many different types of fish at the marketplace, both large and small, but as he was a Turanian, Burhan did not eat fish. It had taken a lot of effort in order to find meat.
While eating the flatbread, Hilmes was struck by a sudden thought.
'Kharlan, Sam, Zandeh, even this fellow's companions... I have made countless people who were loyal to me die meaningless deaths. As a lord, I really am like a seed of disaster.'
The capricious sea breeze had been both stronger and faster than human prediction, and in blowing from the southwest, the ship had reached the coastal waters of Maryam by the end of the ninth month.
The turquoise blue of the sea became ever more intense, and combined with the sunlight shining upon it to appear purple; this was the Sea of Maryam, known as the 'wine-coloured sea'. It was a sight to behold, but Hilmes had seen it before, and Burhan did not want to get close to the shoreline. The two of them sat in silence on the dunes while eating.
"By the way, what became of Lord Sebuk and Lord Framantas?"
"Huh?"
With regards to these Parsian generals that he had promoted, Hilmes had forgotten all about them. Not only that, he had not even recalled that he had left them behind in Misr.
"They're probably dead. There's no use in thinking about it."
If this line had been overheard by the 'wandering musician' of Pars, he might have sneered and said, "Your sort are always the same."
"Thinking about it like that, I've always had bad luck until now."
"Indeed it is so."
"So, from now on..."
Hilmes stroked his chin.
"It's time for others to experience misfortune."
The unpretentious, blunt Burhan stared at his master, perplexed. As far as seizing the throne in Misr or invading the kingdom of Nabatae were concerned, Burhan had no objections or doubts. Life is like a battle, a fight in which both body and mind bleed. Yet Burhan knew that battles were all about moving forward bravely. At least, that was what he believed.
"My Lord, there is no hero who is your equal. Postpone the matter of Misr and do great things in Maryam first. What do you think?"
A hero with only one subordinate? Hilmes mocked himself internally. But twenty years ago, I started out alone.
"Guiscard is the king of Maryam. But his rule is evidently not lacking."
That said, it resembled the harsh cruelty of Bodin's reign, as no matter what one's religious beliefs, it felt like being in hell. Hilmes did not consider Guiscard to be incompetent, and therefore did not find the liveliness and prosperity of the port surprising. The question lay in how the country of Maryam could be forcibly seized from the grasp of someone who was far from incapable.
If he had succeeded in usurping the throne in Misr, Hilmes ought to be in the process of striving to become a better king of Misr. In the case of failure, he should have been treated as a traitor and executed. However, the man named Tunip had not killed Hilmes, but merely exiled him. That hateful figure had assumed an air of easygoing lenience!
For Hilmes, spending the rest of his life as the one who had lost was impossible to accept.
"I'm going to make that fellow Tunip regret letting me live."
After a taking short walk from the dunes, Hilmes and his companion deliberately entered the town from the direction of dry land. They were mentally prepared to draw their swords and fight at any time.
"Come to think of it, that's strange."
With such a large-scale port, it ought to have been possible to catch sight of the figures of more soldiers. However, at first glance, there were very few people who appeared to be soldiers. They were all merchants or sailors, in addition to civilians or perhaps slaves.
"Are they hiding? But what reason is there to hide?"
To concentrate one's troops in the capital, Heraklion, and if necessary, advance directly to one's destination all at once. Hilmes did not know the reason for Guiscard's change of strategy.
"Never mind that, anyway, we need two new horses first."
The eyes of the Turanian Burhan, who had lost his horse and so had no vitality, began to shine brightly.
A short time later, there was a commotion in the port. The bodies of two soldiers were discovered, both stabbed to death. Furthermore, the warhorses they were supposed to be riding had disappeared.’
So...
First of all, Burhan really thinks this is The Heroic Legend of Hilmes 😭
I can’t help but see him as a spiritual successor to Zandeh, in a way. He has a different outlook (largely thanks to being Turanian rather than Parsian) and he has his own reasons for serving Hilmes, but at the same time he is intensely loyal and really looks up to him.
(The fact that Hilmes is so good at convincing people to follow him, not just in Pars but also in other countries... He knows how to get what he wants out of them, but he can also inspire genuine loyalty in his leadership, like with Burhan. I maintain that the potential is there for him to be a good ruler, and by this point he knows more of what it takes it run a country, but...)
Anyway, Burhan desperately scouring the market for meat is cute. He bought two types! He was worried about whether it would be good enough for Hilmes! I know I said he was kind of like Zandeh, but Zandeh would have bought fish as well even if he didn’t like it, just in case Hilmes might prefer it. I think that highlights the difference between them, lol.
Hilmes thinking about his dead followers... 😭😭😭
(There are a few moments like these scattered through the novels and they hurt every time. He doesn’t know it, but soon he’ll lose Burhan, too.)
Then we get some typical Hilmes bitterness.
He’s just so absolute, he cannot accept being the loser, he cannot leave those perceived wrongs in the past. I liked Burhan’s attempt to redirect him. Why think about Misr now when all that is behind them and Maryam lies before them instead?
Lord Sebuk and Lord Framantas... In case you’re tempted to feel sorry for these two being left behind by Hilmes, don’t. They’re part of an anti-Arslan faction living in Misr (think nobles who are dissatisfied with Arslan’s reforms and those who made a lot of profit out of slavery, etc) who Hilmes recruits there while he’s using an alias (...the name of the oldest son of Kaykhusraw, who was killed by his younger brother and therefore never succeeded the throne of Pars... I see what you’re going for there, Hilmes...).
They weren’t actually dead at this point, either. They defected to Misr, were used by Tunip to assassinate the 8 year old king, and then took part in an attempted invasion of Pars where they concealed themselves as Parsian troops in the hopes that they could get close enough to assassinate Arslan. They are not likeable in the least, but they do illustrate that Hilmes is quite willing to use and discard people for his own ambition in a way that does not speak well of him.
He feels genuine guilt for what happened to people like Kharlan, Zandeh, etc but the irony of that moment being followed by a rather more callous one is not lost on me.
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