The Raven Collection
Chapter 44 : The debate trailed away to silence, and soon the clatter of hoofs and the sounds of the

The debate trailed away to silence, and soon the clatter of hoofs and the sounds of the water far below were dominant once more.

There was twilight in the outside world before the four-College cavalry found the first and only pitiful resistance, right at the far end of the pa.s.s. It was clear that the word of the Xeteskian water spell had reached the western end and the fear of a repeat had caused complete panic. Everywhere, abandoned guardposts told their own story, and the Wesmen, with no natural magic of their own, had fled.

The cavalry had not seen its first body for more than an hour, just before the first deeps where surely so much death had, mercifully, been washed. Because what they did see was mangled remains jammed into clefts, whole bodies, single limbs, shattered skulls and blood puddling with the standing water. The power the Xeteskians had unleashed on the pa.s.s disgusted Darrick.

And now, six hours later, he was confronted by perhaps twenty Wesmen atop the stockade that blocked the cavalry's path into Wesmen-held territory. All had bows or crossbows and their torch-fires burned bright and proud. Darrick halted the cavalry column well within range, but confident that the hard s.h.i.+elds still in operation would hold firm.

One of the Wesmen stepped forward on to a parapet and shouted down at them.

'Your spells will not hold us. Behind me are forces that will sweep you from Balaia, and the Lords of the Wastes will walk proud once more. Our magic will be too strong for you. Go back and prepare your graves.'

'Move aside or die,' said Darrick, simply, struggling a little at the scale of death that he had ordered so recently.

'We are protected, you cannot harm us.'

Darrick smiled thinly and turned to the contingent of Xeteskian mages. 'I don't have time for chatter,' he said, holding up three fingers. 'h.e.l.lFire?' The mages nodded and began to cast. Darrick addressed himself to the Wesmen once more. 'Pray to whatever G.o.ds you wors.h.i.+p,' he said and turned his horse away.

'h.e.l.lFire,' spoke the trio of Xeteskians.

The Wesmen and the stockade below them were shattered and the cavalry rode out into the open air less than half an hour later, once a mage under a CloakedWalk had reported that the trail outside the pa.s.s was empty.

'I think it would be fair to say that we caught them completely cold,' said Darrick. The cavalry general and The Raven were sharing a farewell drink in the lee of the western pa.s.s entrance.

'I'm sorry you had a wasted journey,' said Hirad, smiling. 'We could have taken the stockade ourselves.'

Darrick laughed. 'I don't doubt it.' He pa.s.sed around the spirit bottle once more, and each of them replenished their mugs.

'So what's your next move?' asked Thraun.

'We need to keep the pa.s.s open for a couple of days until we can fortify at this end. Our best method of holding back the Wesmen will clearly be to stop them retaking it.'

'Not easy,' said Jandyr.

'No,' agreed Darrick. 'But we'll have another five thousand foot here in a few days, and if we can get a good rest tonight, I suspect our mages will be able to do most of the work.' He drank. 'But you. You are the ones with the task ahead of you. It'll be difficult.'

'Yes,' agreed Hirad. 'We could do with another blade. Perhaps you should reconsider my invitation to join The Raven?'

'I think I'll stick to cavalry for now.'

Hirad looked into the sky. It was early afternoon and the cloud that was sweeping towards Understone had cleared this side of the pa.s.s, leaving broken blue sky and a gentle breeze. Further west, though, it was darker.

'See anything our way, Ilkar?' he asked, following the elf's gaze.

'Nothing but hills and trees and good wholesome countryside. And it'll continue to look good so long as it's not swarming with Wesmen.'

'We'd best be on our way and find a sensible place to get our heads down,' said The Unknown. 'Staying here too long could be bad for the health.'

'Staying here would be fine,' corrected Darrick. 'Leaving to go west later today or in the morning, I suspect, would not.'

'Either way . . .' The Unknown got to his feet, waiting for Denser to rise before moving to his horse. 'Thraun, are you confident of the route?'

Thraun nodded, swinging into his saddle. 'I've studied the maps long enough.'

Hirad shook Darrick's hand. 'Keep the pa.s.s open, will you? We might be needing it in a hurry.'

'Just keep yourself alive. I haven't finished sparring with you yet.'

'Four, two, isn't it?'

'Four, three. Good luck.'

The Raven rode away and were lost to sight.

Chapter 28.

The castle town of Blackthorne, its fis.h.i.+ng fleet beached and hidden, lay in a shallow valley in the lee of the mountains where the rock joined the sea. Its tactical importance had not been lost on those who built it, controlling as it did trails to Understone northwards and Gyernath in the southeast.

Blackthorne was of the opinion that the Wesmen's princ.i.p.al aim in taking his town was to use it to stage raids on Darrick at the pa.s.s, and to a lesser extent, to attack the south-eastern port. He had no doubt that control of the pa.s.s was paramount to the Wesmen because it gave them the access they required to mount a meaningful offensive on the College cities, key to the domination of eastern Balaia.

The beach attack party reached the castle well before mid-morning on a cloudy, cool and breezy day, leaving scouts to monitor Wesmen movement inland. The sky was dark to the west, and with the prevailing wind bringing that darkness towards them, rain was surely coming. Organising defence of the castle was a relatively simple task. With most of the non-fighting population of the town already halfway to the more heavily defended Gyernath, or heading for Korina, Blackthorne had chosen a two-stage defence.

The outer walls of the town were st.u.r.dy and well maintained but not designed to withstand prolonged a.s.sault from the kind of numbers the Wesmen would bring to bear. Blackthorne had stationed three-quarters of his archers and a further fifty offensive mages, both with defensive cover, on the walls. When the first Wesmen breached the walls, they were to retreat. Blackthorne considered that there would be a mound of corpses four deep outside his town before they conceded it to the enemy.

The castle was his focus. Set at the northern edge of the town, it had been built to fend off Wesmen attacks from Understone Pa.s.s. Its sheer outer walls rose more than seventy feet above the town, completely encircling the keep, with turrets set at six intervals providing lookout support, battle direction and archer cover.

The castle's north gates, usually open to trade - the marketplace was inside the castle walls - had been shut and reinforced with bands of steel. Surrounding them, the gate towers were built forward and over an open arch, creating a lethal killing ground. The town walls facing the Wesmen were of similar construction.

Outside the north gates, cavalry were stationed to force any Wesmen advance around the castle back towards the beach. Inside the walls, the townsmen waited. On the walls, archers, swordsmen and mages. And in the keep itself, a simple circular building with battlements built out in a square around its top some fifty feet above the outer walls, the Barons, healers, bodyguards, cooks and many of Gresse's mercenaries.

The battlements, nicknamed 'the Crown' because of the way they sat slightly uncomfortably atop the keep, bristled with heavy crossbow positions, oil dumps and Blackthorne's best mages. They had food for three months, and Blackthorne reckoned that if it wasn't over by then, Darrick would have lost Understone, Balaia would be open to pillage and the war lost. All they could do now was wait.

The Wesmen didn't keep them long.

Styliann, mind still clouded with rage and an unquenchable desire for revenge, clattered to a stop at the eastern end of Understone Pa.s.s at the head of a column of one hundred Protectors. It was early afternoon. The guards at the pa.s.s looked at him fearfully but knew what they had to do. They stood in his path.

'Please state your business,' said one with deferential politeness.

'The slaughter of Wesmen,' said Styliann, his voice matter-of-fact, his face brooking no argument.

'I have orders to hold unauthorised traffic here awaiting clearance from General Darrick.' There was apology in his tone.

'Do you know who I am?' demanded Styliann.

'Yes, my Lord.'

'Then you will also know that it was I who set the orders for your commander to follow. I give myself the clearance to travel the pa.s.s. Stand aside.'

The guard looked at him, doubt and anxiety in his mind.

Styliann raised an eyebrow. 'Where is Darrick?' he asked.

'At the far end, my Lord, overseeing construction of the fortifications. '

'Then you have discharged your duties admirably,' said Styliann. 'He can personally clear me to travel when I meet him.'

The guard smiled, comfortable with Styliann's logic. He stood aside. 'Good luck, my Lord.'

Styliann stared down at him. 'Luck is something on which I never rely.' He rode into the pa.s.s, his Protectors behind him, silent, masked and disturbing.

Styliann's pa.s.sage through the pa.s.s was swift, his horses bred for stamina. He barely noticed the devastation Xetesk's new spell had caused and certainly had no mind to admire its success. He rode on, reaching the end of the pa.s.s as dusk gathered, pulling up to a stop when he saw Darrick.

The two men gazed at each other for a time, Darrick reading his face, Styliann burning with the desire to be at the throats of the men who had raped and murdered Selyn. Darrick said nothing, simply nodding, stepping from his path and waving him through. Styliann and the Protectors galloped into Wesmen lands. For them there would be no halt for a night's rest. Styliann had places he needed to reach and something to prove to an arrogant barbarian.

Hirad awoke glad of the leather-clad bivouac shelters Thraun had insisted they raise over themselves the night before. At the time, it had seemed a pointless exercise in irritation, but now, with the rain thrumming on the material above his head, Hirad smiled.

He sat up, scratching his head. He could smell a fire and, looking out, saw Will crouched over his stove, leather over his shoulders and a wide-brimmed hat pulled forward over his face. Water steamed away on an open pot.

Beside Hirad, Ilkar stirred and awoke, opening one eye on the weather.

'Wake me when it's dry,' he said, and turned over.

'I'd hate to be in Understone with this coming down,' said Hirad. Ilkar grunted.

The camp came slowly to life. Set in an area of lightly wooded land on the downhill side of a lively stream, the four shelters sat in a rough semicircle. Will's wood-burner was at its centre. They were a long way from Understone Pa.s.s and the relative security of Darrick's cavalry, and Hirad felt strangely ill at ease.

Surrounded by his closest friends and people he trusted with his life, he couldn't shake the fear of the new from his bones. He had rarely been in the lands west of Understone Pa.s.s before, and with only a small inkling of where they were headed, drawn from maps and stories, he was nervous.

They all took breakfast hunched under their shelters, the rain showing no signs of easing as it shouldered its way through leaf and branch to patter and drum on earth and leather. Across the stream, and on the other side of the gentle slope on which they sat, the land quickly turned harder as it tracked northwards, becoming steep climbs, cold peaks and barren plateaux. Their destination lay across easier travel to the south-west.

'How far to the Wrethsires from here?' Hirad asked.

Thraun sat with Will at the far end of the half-circle; next to them were Erienne and Denser, his arm about her shoulders, with The Unknown and Jandyr next to Hirad.

'A day, no more,' replied Thraun through a mouthful of bread. 'That a.s.sumes we can steer clear of Wesmen.'

'We're heading away from their major concentrations, and with so many on the move, if we keep off the path we should be safe enough,' said The Unknown. 'Anyway, I've heard you're not bad at keeping hidden.' He smiled.

'Not bad.'

'It's a shock, isn't it, discovering you're something you don't want to be.' The Unknown's voice carried a sorrow so deep that Hirad almost spilled his coffee.

Thraun and the big man locked eyes, every other member of The Raven waiting for the reaction.

But Thraun merely nodded. 'Only someone like you can possibly understand the pain and the fear. I would give anything not to be as I am.'

'But in the crypts, you seemed-' said Erienne.

'Only when there is no other way. And then in terror for everything I know and love.' He got up. 'I'll saddle the horses.' The Unknown followed him from the camp, leaving the rest to a confused silence.

'It's not a blessing,' said Will eventually, killing the flame in the stove and unhooking the pieces to cool them on the wet earth. 'He is terrified that one day he will lose himself in the mind of the wolf and never be able to change back.'

The Raven moved off twenty minutes later, with the rain pounding on leathers and the stream behind them thras.h.i.+ng as it filled. Thraun chose the trail but kept his thoughts to himself.

Hirad and Ilkar dropped back to flank The Unknown, who rode directly behind Denser and Erienne.

'Why did Thraun think you could understand him?' asked Hirad.

'Subtlety never was a strong point of yours, was it, Hirad?' Ilkar sniffed.

The Unknown shook his head. 'At least he never changes,' he said. 'Look, Hirad, it's complex and not very pleasant. Not to me, anyway.' He looked to Denser, but the Dark Mage was at least giving the impression of not listening. 'We were both brought up knowing we were different. You'll have to ask Thraun how he came to know, but the point is, we were both something we didn't want to be yet something we could never escape. Mind you, I believed I could.' The Unknown bit his lip.

'Don't feel you-' began Ilkar.

'No. I might as well. At least this way it's just you two, and Denser already knows. There's nothing random about being chosen as a Protector. I'm a Xeteskian. We - they are bred for strength, stamina and speed from carefully chosen lineage. I was weapons-trained early, and at thirteen discovered my destiny. It's not something you are supposed to find out, for obvious reasons. I thought I was just being schooled for the College Guard.' He shrugged. 'I didn't like the idea that my soul was already sold to the Mount of Xetesk so I ran away. Apparently it happens all the time when people find out, and they let you go. I mean, why not? When you can't escape them even when you die.'

'So you've always known?' Hirad felt at once swept empty with sorrow and distrusted. Here was the secret he'd kept for ten years. 'Is this all linked to your name?'

'Yes. Pathetic, really. I couldn't deny my calling but I refused to admit it to myself. I tried false names but they never fitted, so I ended up just never telling anyone anything. When Ilkar came up with The Unknown Warrior, that did fit. A name that was no name, if you like. I felt at home.' Another biting of the lip. His eyes glistened and his voice was gruff. 'And then, of course, with The Raven, I thought I'd never die. But that's no escape either.' He set his jaw and looked forwards.

'Sorry, I've lost you,' said Ilkar.

'Me too,' said Hirad. 'I mean, if you were so anxious not to die, why did you take on all those dogs by yourself?'

'Because when I realised they'd come for me anyway, I thought at least I could die saving you. All of you. And perhaps that I'd get away, dying so far from Xetesk in a place where the mana was unstable. I thought they wouldn't find me.'

'Hang on, can we backtrack a little? What do you mean, they'd come for you anyway?' Ilkar hoped he wasn't beginning to understand. But The Unknown just shook his head again and bored his eyes into Denser's back.

Denser turned his horse and fell in beside Ilkar. 'He means that the demons would have taken his soul from him eventually, dead or alive. He means he knew his time was running out. After all, what good is a forty-year-old Protector?' Denser's words were hard but his tone was thick with disgust. 'That is why he chose to die, because it was his only chance of saving himself as well as us. But they found him. They stole his death.' He urged his horse to join Erienne once more. 'And now you know it all, and why poor Laryon and I wanted to free them. Too many of them were never dead in the first place.'

Hirad formed words but no sound came for a time. He stared first at Denser and then at The Unknown, stunned by what his friend had been carrying all those years. The lies he had told to hide himself not only from them but from himself too. He had never had any future, or choice, and yet he had never once given them the slightest hint of his true self. What he was meant to be, and what he was for a short time.

The Unknown turned to Hirad, as if sensing the barbarian's train of thought. 'I wanted what we had to be true so badly that most of the time I believed it myself. The retirement, The Rookery, all of it.'

'And now you can!' Hirad felt a sudden, irrational surge of joy. 'When this is over, you can!'

But The Unknown silenced him. 'I should never have been released. Too much is lost.' He stifled a sob. Denser looked back over his shoulder, a look of horror on his face. The Unknown nodded. 'Just like you, Denser, just like you.'

'What are you talking about?' Ilkar was suddenly frantic.

'The souls of the Protectors meld in the Mount. We are as one. When mine was taken back, part of me, that part that the brotherhood of the Protectors gave me, was lost for ever. I live, I breathe, I laugh, I cry, but inside I am empty. The G.o.ds save any of you from knowing how that feels.'

The Wesmen army, angry, depleted and determined to exact revenge, marched on Blackthorne the following morning. They arrived just as the rain ceased its intermittent sprinkling, and stood well out of spell range.

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