"Mmm. Got him loaded up easy enough. You sure about this?"
"No," she said. "But then, what is is sure in this life?" sure in this life?"
Doroga smiled, his teeth a sudden white gleam. "Death," he said.
"That"s encouraging," she said, her voice dry. "Thank you."
"Welcome," he said. "You afraid to die?"
"Aren"t you?" she asked.
The Marat headman"s head tilted thoughtfully. "Once I would have been. Now... I am not sure. What comes after, no one knows. But we believe that it is not the end. And wherever that path leads, there are those who went before me. They will keep me company." He folded his ma.s.sive arms over his chest. "My mate, Kitai"s mother. And after our battle last night, many of my people. Friends. Family. Sometimes, I think it will be nice to see them again." He looked up at the weak moon. "But Kitai is here. So I think I will stay for as long as I can. She might need her father, and it would be irresponsible to leave her alone."
"I think I will also try not to die," Amara told him. "Though... my family is waiting there, too."
"Then it is good you ride with me tonight," Doroga said. He turned, seized a heavy braided mounting cord, and swarmed easily up it onto Walker"s back. He leaned over, tossing the line down to Amara and extending his hand to help her up, grinning. "No matter what happens, we have something to look forward to."
Amara let out a quiet chuckle and climbed up to settle behind Doroga on the woven saddle-mat stretched over Walker"s broad back. The gargant shifted his weight from side to side, restless. Liquid sloshed in the wooden barrels attached to either side of the gargant"s saddle.
Doroga nudged Walker forward, and the beast lumbered with slow, silent paces toward the area where the legionares legionares were forming into their ranks. Amara watched as Giraldi prowled up and down their lines, baton in hand, giving each man an inspection in the wan moonlight. There was none of the centurion"s usual bl.u.s.ter and sarcasm. His eyes were intent, his expression hard, and he pointed out flaws on two different were forming into their ranks. Amara watched as Giraldi prowled up and down their lines, baton in hand, giving each man an inspection in the wan moonlight. There was none of the centurion"s usual bl.u.s.ter and sarcasm. His eyes were intent, his expression hard, and he pointed out flaws on two different legionares legionares with a hard rap of the baton. The men themselves did not speak, jostle, or silently roll their eyes as the centurion pa.s.sed. Every face was intent, focused on the task at hand. They were afraid, of course-only fools wouldn"t be, and the veteran with a hard rap of the baton. The men themselves did not speak, jostle, or silently roll their eyes as the centurion pa.s.sed. Every face was intent, focused on the task at hand. They were afraid, of course-only fools wouldn"t be, and the veteran legionares legionares were not fools. But they were professional soldiers, Aleran were not fools. But they were professional soldiers, Aleran legionares legionares, the product of a thousand years and more of tradition, and fear was one enemy to whom they would never surrender or lose.
Giraldi glanced up at her as the gargant lumbered quietly by and touched his baton to his chest in salute. Amara returned it with a nod, and the gargant went by to stop near Bernard and his remaining Knightsuhalf a dozen each of earth and wood, none of them as gifted as Ja.n.u.s or Bernard, but each of them a solid soldier of several terms in the Legions, Shields had been abandoned entirely, the woodcrafters bearing thick bows while the earthcrafters bore heavy mauls and sledgehammers-except for the young Sir Frederic, who had opted to carry his spade into battle instead.
Bernard glanced up at Amara and Doroga. "Ready?"
Doroga nodded.
"Centurion?" Bernard asked the shadows behind him.
"Ready, my lord," came Giraldi"s quiet reply.
"Move out," Bernard said, and rolled his hand through a short circle in the air that ended with him pointing at the nest.
The gargant"s broad back swayed as the beast began walking forward, at no visible signal from Doroga. Amara heard a few soft creaks of worn leather boots and one rattle of what must have been a shield"s rim against a band of steel armor, but beyond that the legionares legionares and Knights moved in total silence. Glancing around, she could barely see the front rank of the and Knights moved in total silence. Glancing around, she could barely see the front rank of the legionares legionares behind them, though they were no more than a dozen steps away. Shadows bent and blurred around them, the results of layers of subtle woodcraftings. behind them, though they were no more than a dozen steps away. Shadows bent and blurred around them, the results of layers of subtle woodcraftings.
Amara"s heart started pounding harder as they drew closer to the spectral green light of the croach croach. "Is this what your people did?" she asked Doroga in a whisper.
"More yelling," Doroga said.
"What if they come early?" she whispered.
"Won"t," Doroga said. "Not until the Keepers warn them."
"But if they do-"
"We make them pay to kill us."
Amara"s mouth felt dry. She tried to swallow, but her throat didn"t feel as though it could move. So she fell silent and waited as they walked in tense, ready silence.
Bernard and his Knights reached the forward edge of the croach croach. He paused there, giving the legionares legionares behind a chance to settle into their formation, then took a deep breath. He lifted his bow even as he knelt, a broad-bladed hunting arrow lying across the straining wood. He lined up the edge of the arrow with the surface of the behind a chance to settle into their formation, then took a deep breath. He lifted his bow even as he knelt, a broad-bladed hunting arrow lying across the straining wood. He lined up the edge of the arrow with the surface of the croach croach, then released the arrow. The great bow thrummed. The arrow swept across the ground and, thirty or forty yards in, started cutting a long, fine incision in the surface of the croach croach. The waxy substance split, bursting like a boil, and luminous green fluid bubbled up out of the yards-long wound.
The vord nest erupted into violent motion, an alien wailing, whistling chorus rising into the night sky. Wax spiders, creatures as big as a medium-sized dog, burst up out of the croach croach. Their bodies were made of some kind of pale, partially translucent substance that blended in with the croach croach. Plates overlapped one another to armor their bodies while chitinous, many-jointed legs propelled them into leaps and jumps that covered twenty yards at a bound. The spiders emitted wailing shrieks and keening whistles, rushing for the long cut in the croach croach. Amara flinched in shock. She would never have believed believed that so many of them could have been so close, virtually under her nose, but invisible. There were dozens of them, moving over the that so many of them could have been so close, virtually under her nose, but invisible. There were dozens of them, moving over the croach croach, and as she watched the dozens became scores, then hundreds.
Bernard and his Knights Flora bent their bows and went to work. Arrows hissed unerringly into the wax spiders as they scuttled and leaped across the croach croach, these mounted with stiletto-shaped heads for piercing through armor. Launched from the heavy bows only a woodcrafter could bend, they proved deadly. Arrows flew home over and over again, ripping through the spiders, leaving them thrashing and dying, and they did not realize that they were being attacked at all for better than a minute.
Some of the nearer spiders spun to face the Aleran troops, eyes whirling with more luminous light and began bobbing up and down, letting out more whistling shrieks. Others picked up the call, and in seconds the whole horde of them had turned from the wounded croach croach and began rushing at their attackers. and began rushing at their attackers.
"Now!" Bernard roared. The bowmen fell back, still shooting, arrows striking wax spiders out of the air even as they flew toward the Alerans. Half of Giraldi"s infantry advanced onto the surface of the croach croach, grounded their shields hard on the waxy substance, and stood fast as the wave of wax spiders rolled into their shieldwall.
The legionares legionares worked together, their usual spears discarded in favor of their short, heavy blades that hacked down upon the spiders without mercy or hesitation. One man faltered as three spiders overwhelmed him. Venomous fangs sank into his neck, and he staggered, creating a dangerous breach in the line of shields. Giraldi bellowed orders, and fellow worked together, their usual spears discarded in favor of their short, heavy blades that hacked down upon the spiders without mercy or hesitation. One man faltered as three spiders overwhelmed him. Venomous fangs sank into his neck, and he staggered, creating a dangerous breach in the line of shields. Giraldi bellowed orders, and fellow legionares legionares in the ranks behind the first seized the wounded man and hauled him back, then stepped into his place in the line. The slaughter went on for perhaps half a minute, then there was a brief hesitation in the wax spiders" advance. in the ranks behind the first seized the wounded man and hauled him back, then stepped into his place in the line. The slaughter went on for perhaps half a minute, then there was a brief hesitation in the wax spiders" advance.
"Second rank!" bellowed Giraldi. As one, the legionares legionares in the shieldwall pivoted, allowing the second rank of fresh soldiers to advance, ground their shields a pace beyond the first, and ply their blades with deadly effect. Endless seconds later, another break in pressure allowed the third rank to advance in their turn, then the fourth, each one allowing more rested in the shieldwall pivoted, allowing the second rank of fresh soldiers to advance, ground their shields a pace beyond the first, and ply their blades with deadly effect. Endless seconds later, another break in pressure allowed the third rank to advance in their turn, then the fourth, each one allowing more rested legionares legionares to advance against the tide of wax spiders. to advance against the tide of wax spiders.
Their heavy boots broke through the surface of the croach croach so that the viscous fluid within oozed and splashed around every step, and made for poor footing-but they had drilled, maneuvered and fought in mud before, and Giraldi"s veterans held their line and steadily advanced toward the cave, while Bernard"s archers warded their flanks, arrows striking down the spiders that attempted to rush from the sides. so that the viscous fluid within oozed and splashed around every step, and made for poor footing-but they had drilled, maneuvered and fought in mud before, and Giraldi"s veterans held their line and steadily advanced toward the cave, while Bernard"s archers warded their flanks, arrows striking down the spiders that attempted to rush from the sides.
"Just about halfway there," Doroga rumbled. "They"ll come soon. Then we-"
From the mouth of the cave there came another shriek, this one somehow deeper, more strident and commanding than the others. For a second there was silence, then motion. The spiders began bounding away from the Alerans, retreating, and as they did the vord warriors boiled forth from the cave"s mouth.
They rushed the Aleran line, dark plates of armor rattling and snapping, vicious mandibles spread wide.
"Doroga!" Bernard bellowed. "Giraldi, fall back!"
The Marat headman barked something at Walker, and the gargant hauled himself around and began to lumber back the way they had come, following the channel crushed through the croach croach. As he did, Amara leaned over the barrels mounted on Walker"s saddle and struck away the plates that covered large tap holes at their bases. Lamp oil mixed with the hardest liquor Giraldi"s veterans could find flooded out in a steady stream as Walker retreated, leaving two wide streams that spread out through the channel of broken croach croach. Giraldi"s veterans broke into a flat-out run, racing toward the edge of the croach croach, and the vord followed in eager pursuit.
As the first legionares legionares came to the end of the came to the end of the croach croach, Giraldi snapped another order. The men whirled, snapping into their lines again, this time on either side of the channel, shieldwalls aligned to funnel the vord warriors between them. The vord, reckless and aggressive, flooded directly toward the Alerans, their course guided by the shieldwalls, which channeled them directly into Doroga, Walker, and the crushing strength of Bernard"s Knights Terra.
Walker let out a fighting bellow, rising up onto his rear legs to slash one vord from the air as it tried to take wing, and the gargant"s crushing strength was more than a match for the vord"s armor. It fell broken to the ground, while Amara clutched desperately on to Doroga"s waist to keep from falling off the beast"s back entirely.
The Knights Terra held the gargant"s flanks, and ripples of earth, furycrafted by the Knights, lashed out at the vord as they closed, shattering the momentum of their charge and exposing them to well-timed blows from the savage hammers that crushed vord armor plates like eggsh.e.l.ls.
And all of it was nothing but a prelude to the true attack.
"Giraldi!" Bernard cried.
"Fire!" the centurion bellowed. "Fire, fire, fire!"
Along the whole of the Legion shieldwall, furylamps blazed into full and blinding brilliance.
And as one, the legionares legionares hurled the lamps down into the viscous liquid of the broken hurled the lamps down into the viscous liquid of the broken croach croach mixed with lamp oil and alcohol. mixed with lamp oil and alcohol.
Flames spread with astonishing speed, the individual fires in nearly a hundred places rapidly meeting, melding, feeding one another. Within seconds, the fire blazed up and began to consume the entrapped vord warriors.
Now the legionares legionares had to fight in earnest, as desperate vord tried to batter their way out of the trap. Men screamed. Black smoke and hideous stench filled the air. Giraldi bellowed orders, hardly audible over the frenzied rattling and clicking of the armored vord. had to fight in earnest, as desperate vord tried to batter their way out of the trap. Men screamed. Black smoke and hideous stench filled the air. Giraldi bellowed orders, hardly audible over the frenzied rattling and clicking of the armored vord.
And the lines held. The vord at the rear of the trap managed to reverse their direction, streaming back toward the cave.
"Countess!" Bernard cried.
Amara reached out for Cirrus and felt the sudden, eager presence of her wind fury. She took a deep breath, focused her concentration, and shouted, "Ready!"
"Down, down, down!" Giraldi barked.
Amara saw everything moving very, very slowly. All along the lines, legionares legionares abruptly drew back a pace and dropped to one knee, then to their sides, their curving tower shields closing over them like coffin lids. Desperate vord staggered and thrashed their way to their deaths, while those who had managed to retreat drove directly for the cave. abruptly drew back a pace and dropped to one knee, then to their sides, their curving tower shields closing over them like coffin lids. Desperate vord staggered and thrashed their way to their deaths, while those who had managed to retreat drove directly for the cave.
Amara drew Cirrus into her thoughts and sent it, with every ounce of her will, to fly toward the fleeing vord.
A hurricane of violent wind swept down from the air at Amara"s command. It caught up the blazing liquid and hurled it in a sudden, blinding storm of blossoming flame. Fire engulfed the air itself, fed wildly by the wind, and the heat burned away the croach croach wherever it touched, melting it like the wax it resembled. Croach-covered trees burst into individual infernos, and still the frantic fire, driven by Amara"s wind, rolled forward. wherever it touched, melting it like the wax it resembled. Croach-covered trees burst into individual infernos, and still the frantic fire, driven by Amara"s wind, rolled forward.
It engulfed the last of the vord who had attacked fifty feet short of the mouth of the cave-and then kept right on going, fires spreading and whirling madly, burning away the croach croach wherever it touched it. wherever it touched it.
Amara"s concentration and will faltered in a sudden, nauseating spasm of fatigue, and she slumped hard against Doroga"s back. Without the gale winds to feed and push them, the fires began to die down into individual blazes. There was no sign whatsoever of any croach croach anywhere upon the surfaceuonly blackened earth and burning trees. anywhere upon the surfaceuonly blackened earth and burning trees.
They"d done it.
Amara closed her eyes in exhaustion. She didn"t feel herself listing to one side until she actually began to fall, and Doroga had to turn and catch her with one heavily muscled arm before she pitched off Walker"s back and to the ground.
Things were blurry for a few moments, then she heard Bernard giving orders. She forced herself to lift her head and look around until she spotted Bernard.
"Bernard," she called weakly. The Count looked up from where he knelt, supporting a wounded soldier while a healer removed a broken shard of vord mandible from the man"s leg. "The queen," Amara called. "Did we kill the queen?"
"Can"t say yet," he replied. "Not until we check the cave, but it"s a death trap. Has a high ceiling, but it isn"t deep. It wouldn"t surprise me if the firestorm cooked everything inside."
"We should hurry," she said, while Doroga slowly turned Walker around to face away from the cave. "Finish it before it has the chance to recover. We have to kill the queen or it"s all for nothing."
"Understood. But I"ve got men dying here, and no watercrafter. We see to them first."
"Hey," Doroga growled. "You two. The queen is not in the cave."
"What?" Amara lifted her head blearily. "What do you mean?"
Doroga nodded grimly toward the crest of the hill behind them, back toward Aricholt.
The taken holders were there in a silent group, a simple crowd of people of all ages and both s.e.xes who stood there in the weak moonlight and stared down at the Aleran forces with empty eyes.
Beside them stood Felix"s century, together with what looked like every single legionare legionare they"d been compelled to leave behind at Aricholt. they"d been compelled to leave behind at Aricholt.
And all of them had been taken.
At the head of the silent host, something crouched low, and Amara had no doubts whatsoever as to what she was looking at. It was man-sized, more or less, and little more than an oddly shaped shadow. If it hadn"t been for the luminous glow of its eyes, Amara would have thought that the vord queen was only an illusion of bad light and heavy shadows.
But it was real. It took a slow, steady pace down the slope of the hill, moving weirdly, as if walking on four legs when it was meant for two, and at precisely the same instant the entire taken host stepped forward as well.
"Furies," Amara breathed, almost too tired to be terrified at what she saw. Even as they had sprung their trap on the vord, the vord had been circling behind them to strike at the weaker target. Back at Aricholt, even a few taken had proved to be deadly-and now they outnumbered the legionares legionares still left to face them. still left to face them.
"Bernard," she said quietly. "How many wounded?"
"Two dozen," he said tiredly.
The taken poured down the hill, in no great hurry, led by the glowing-eyed shadow at their forefront. Something like hissing, moaning laughter echoed through the night, dancing among the popping sparks of the burning trees.
"There are too many of them," Amara said quietly. "Too many. Can we run?"
"Not with this many wounded," Bernard said. "And even if we could move them, we"ve got our backs pinned to Garados. We"d have to retreat over his slopes, and no one could conceal that much movement from the mountain."
Amara nodded and drew in a deep breath. "Then we have to fight."
"Yes," Bernard said. "Giraldi?"
The centurion appeared. He had blood on his leg, and there was a savage dent in the overlapping plates guarding one shoulder, but he struck his fist to his breastplate sharply. "Yes, my lord."
"Get everyone moving," he said quietly. "We"ll fall back to the cave. We can fight in shifts there. Maybe hold out for a while."
Giraldi looked at Bernard for a moment, and there was no expression on his face but for troubled eyes. Then he nodded, saluted again, turned, and started giving quiet orders.
Amara closed her eyes wearily. Some part of her wondered if it might not be better to just go to sleep and let events take their course. She was so very tired. She tried to find some reason to keep herself moving forward, to keep pushing away despair.
Duty, she thought. She had a duty to do her utmost to protect the n.o.bles, legionares legionares, and holders of the Realm. That duty did not permit simple surrender to death. But it felt hollow. More than anything, she wanted to be someplace warm and safe-but duty was a cold and barren shelter for a wounded spirit.
She looked up again and saw Bernard helping a wounded man rise and hobble along to the cave while leaning on the haft of his spear. He helped the man get started, encouraging him, and turned to the next man in need of help while he organized their retreat-however temporarily it might extend their lives.
He was reason enough.
Doroga abruptly started laughing.
"What is so amusing?" she asked him quietly.
"Good thing we talked before this," Doroga rumbled, eyes merry. "Otherwise, I might have forgotten that no matter what happens, we got something to look forward to." He was still laughing to himself under his breath as he turned Walker to bring up the rear of the Aleran column.
Amara turned her head as they rode and watched the vord queen and the taken slowly closing in behind them.
Chapter 34
Tavi frowned at Ehren, and whispered, "What do you mean, nothing?"
"I"m sorry," Ehren whispered back. "I did as much as I could in the time I had. During the attack, someone apparently killed the streetlamps. Several people heard fighting, two even saw the beginning of the attack, but someone put the lamps out and after that, nothing."
Tavi exhaled slowly and leaned his head back against the wall. The examination room was more than mildly stifling. The history examination"s written portion had begun after the noon meal and concluded a mere four hours later-to be followed by individual oral examinations. Sunset light slipped orange fingers through the upper windows of the hall, and there wasn"t one of the hundred-odd students present who wasn"t wild to leave.
Maestro Larus, a slump-shouldered man with an impressive mane of silver hair and an immaculate white beard, nodded to the student standing before his chair and flicked his hand in curt dismissal. He took a moment to make a note on the uppermost of a stack of parchments, then glared at Tavi and Ehren.