It was only with Walker"s help that they managed to successfully press the enemy back to the cave mouth again, giving the legionares legionares behind them a chance to change out with fresh fighters. There was a quivering quality to the fight now, an uncertainty in the movements of her Knights. They were tiring, their movement hampered by the remains of fallen foes and behind them a chance to change out with fresh fighters. There was a quivering quality to the fight now, an uncertainty in the movements of her Knights. They were tiring, their movement hampered by the remains of fallen foes and legionares legionares alike, making it more difficult to move and fight together. Worse, each drive forward only showed them how many of the enemy yet remained outside. For all their efforts, there were still too many of the taken to count easily, and no sign at all of the queen. alike, making it more difficult to move and fight together. Worse, each drive forward only showed them how many of the enemy yet remained outside. For all their efforts, there were still too many of the taken to count easily, and no sign at all of the queen.
They reached the mouth of the cave, and Amara called a halt. They began their steady, ordered withdrawal back to their original positions.
An abrupt blur of grey cloak streaked into the cave along the ceiling, crawling like some unthinkably huge and swift spider.
The vord queen.
Amara had seen it the instant it appeared, but before she could draw a breath to shout a warning, the shape flung itself from the ceiling of the cave and hammered into the Knight on the left end of their line, a large and good-natured young man with red hair bleached to straw by hours in the sun. He was in the middle of a backswing, warding off a taken legionare legionare with his blade, and never saw the queen coming. The vord hit him in a tangle of whipping limbs. There was a sound like a small cloud of whip cracks, and the queen flung itself to the opposite wall, behind Walker, only to bound off it like a coiled spring and pounce upon the rightmost Knight in the same fashion, while blood blossomed up in a sudden shower from the redheaded Knight. with his blade, and never saw the queen coming. The vord hit him in a tangle of whipping limbs. There was a sound like a small cloud of whip cracks, and the queen flung itself to the opposite wall, behind Walker, only to bound off it like a coiled spring and pounce upon the rightmost Knight in the same fashion, while blood blossomed up in a sudden shower from the redheaded Knight.
The second Knight was an older man, a career soldier, and he had enough experience to dodge away from the queen and whip the crown of his heavy mace in an overhand, shattering blow.
The vord caught the mace in one hand, and stopped it cold. The queen"s skin was a shade of deep green-black, shining and rigid-looking, and with a twist of its body it threw the Knight off-balance and sent him staggering into the waiting taken. Before the Knight could regain his balance, they seized him and mobbed him as slives did a wounded deer, while the queen bounced to the left-hand wall again, barely avoiding a crushing kick from Walker"s left hind leg. More taken, this time moving with some kind of horrible excitement, began to press recklessly into the cave.
The creature was so fast fast, Amara thought in a panic, and called upon Cirrus, borrowing of the fury"s fluid speed.
Time did not slow-not precisely. But she suddenly became aware of every detail of her surroundings. She could see the gleam of light and the stains of blood upon the vord queen"s claws. She could see and smell the pulsing fountain of blood pouring from the first Knight"s throat, slashed open to the bone. She saw individual raindrops as they fell outside, and the sway of the vord queen"s rain-soaked cloak.
Amara"s head turned to follow the queen, as she shouted, "Bernard!" The queen bounded off the wall and flew at Amara, an alien nightmare of grace and ferocity and power.
Amara slipped to one side, as legs of the same green-black chitin extended, their claws poised to rake in tandem with the claws upon the queen"s hands. Amara"s sword swept up to strike at the nearest leg, sweeping it away from her and biting into green-black chitin, and the queen went into a tumble as the blow robbed her of balance. One claw flailed at Amara as it went by, missing her eye by inches, but she felt a sudden fire high on her cheek.
The queen landed on all fours, recovering its balance in an instant, and even with Cirrus"s help, Amara was too slow to change her stance to defend against an attack from the opposite side of the first. She turned desperately, sword raised, but the vord queen was already coming, deadly talons set to rend and rip.
Until the last of the Knights Terra, Sir Frederic, whipped his spade straight down across the queen"s back, a sledgehammer blow that drove her into the cave floor. The queen twisted like a snake, claws raking at Frederic"s near leg, and the young Knight screamed in agony and fell to his knees. The queen tried to roll closer, claws poised to strike at the arteries in Frederic"s thigh, but Frederic had bought Amara enough time to complete her turn and thrust her sword into the queen"s back.
The blow struck savagely, enhanced with fury-born speed, and would have spit a man in mail clean through. The vord queen, however, was another matter. The tip of Amara"s blade barely sank in, not even to the full width of the sword. The queen changed directions, horribly swift, one leg sweeping a cloud of dirt on the cave floor into Frederic"s eyes while the other three flung her at Amara.
"Down!" Bernard roared, and Amara dropped to the cave floor like a stone. An arrow swept by her, so close that she felt the wind of its pa.s.sing, and the broad, heavy head bit into the vord queen"s throat.
She let out a deafening shriek and fell into a roll. Amara struck again, inflicting no greater injury than the last; then the queen, Bernard"s arrow protruding from both sides of her neck, shot between the ranks of the taken and out of the cave. The queen shrieked again as she went, and the taken let out wailing howls in unison and charged forward with a sudden, vicious ferocity.
Amara heard Bernard order an advance, and the legionares legionares screamed their defiance as they came on. Frederic, blood streaming from his wounded leg, could not rise. He swept the edge of his spade along at ground level, the steel cutting hard into the knee of the nearest Taken, sending it crashing to the floor. Another taken dived and hit Amara at the thighs, knocking her down, and she saw three more already leaping toward her. Beside her, more taken flung themselves upon Frederic. screamed their defiance as they came on. Frederic, blood streaming from his wounded leg, could not rise. He swept the edge of his spade along at ground level, the steel cutting hard into the knee of the nearest Taken, sending it crashing to the floor. Another taken dived and hit Amara at the thighs, knocking her down, and she saw three more already leaping toward her. Beside her, more taken flung themselves upon Frederic.
The legionares legionares were still a dozen strides away. She tried to cut the nearest, but the taken were simply too strong. They smashed her sword arm to the floor, and something slammed into the side of her head with a flash of nauseating pain. Amara could only scream and struggle uselessly as the taken Aric, former Steadholder of Aricholt, bared his teeth and went for her throat with them. were still a dozen strides away. She tried to cut the nearest, but the taken were simply too strong. They smashed her sword arm to the floor, and something slammed into the side of her head with a flash of nauseating pain. Amara could only scream and struggle uselessly as the taken Aric, former Steadholder of Aricholt, bared his teeth and went for her throat with them.
And then Aric went flying away from her, hitting the wall with a bone-crushing impact. There was an enormous roar of sound, and Walker"s foot slammed another of the taken holders to the cave floor. Amara saw a heavy war club descend and crush the back of the last Taken attacking her, then Doroga kicked the creature off her, lifted his war cudgel, and finished it with a blow to the skull.
Doroga whirled to strike at another taken before it could crush Frederic"s throat, while Walker turned his enormous body about to the front of the cave again, more lithe than Amara would have thought possible. The gargant rumbled its battle cry and slammed into the incoming taken with rage and abandon, ripping and tearing and crushing in a frenzy. The taken attacked with mindless determination, swinging blades, clubs, stones, or simply ripping out scoops of flesh from the gargant with their naked hands.
The legionares legionares thundered forward to support the gargant, but the corpses and spilled blood made it impossible for them to maintain ranks, and the taken that got around Walker tore into them with insane fury. thundered forward to support the gargant, but the corpses and spilled blood made it impossible for them to maintain ranks, and the taken that got around Walker tore into them with insane fury.
A strong hand closed on the back of Amara"s hauberk, and Giraldi hauled her along the floor, seized Frederic"s hauberk in the same way, and pulled them both toward the back of the cave, wounded leg and all.
"They"re breaking through!" someone shouted from directly behind her, and Amara looked up to see a legionare legionare fall and half a dozen taken spill past the lines, while outside the cave, even more of them pressed in with inevitable determination, pushing their way through with sheer ma.s.s. fall and half a dozen taken spill past the lines, while outside the cave, even more of them pressed in with inevitable determination, pushing their way through with sheer ma.s.s.
"Loose at will!" Bernard called, and suddenly the air of the cave hummed with the pa.s.sing of the woodcrafters" deadly shafts. The half dozen taken who had broken through fell in their tracks. Then the woodcrafters started threading shots through the battle lines, pa.s.sing in the s.p.a.ce under a legionares legionares arm when he lifted his sword to strike, sailing over one"s head when he ducked a swing from a clumsy club, flitting between another"s shield and his ear when he lunged forward, changing his center of balance. arm when he lifted his sword to strike, sailing over one"s head when he ducked a swing from a clumsy club, flitting between another"s shield and his ear when he lunged forward, changing his center of balance.
It was, barely, enough. Though the Knights Flora"s few arrows had been quickly spent, they had checked the taken"s a.s.sault long enough for more legionares legionares to advance from the rear of the cave, and they filled the weakness in the line, fighting with desperate strength. to advance from the rear of the cave, and they filled the weakness in the line, fighting with desperate strength.
The vord queen shrieked again from somewhere outside the cave, the sound loud enough to drown out the noise of battle and put painful pressure on Amara"s ears. Instantly, the taken who had been fighting turned to retreat from the cave at a dead run, and the legionares legionares pressed forward with a roar, cutting down the enemy as they fled. pressed forward with a roar, cutting down the enemy as they fled.
"Halt!" Bernard bellowed. "Stay in the cave! Fall back, Doroga, fall back!"
Doroga flung himself in front of the furious gargant, shoving against Walker"s chest while he tried to pursue the enemy. Walker bellowed his anger, but a few feet outside the cave he came to a halt, and at Doroga"s urging retreated back to their original position.
The cave was suddenly silent, except for the moans of wounded men and the heavy breathing of winded soldiers. Amara stared around the cave. They"d lost another dozen fighting men, and most of the rest who had engaged the taken were wounded.
"Water," Bernard growled, then. "First spear, collect flasks and fill them up. Second spear, get these wounded to the rear. Third and fourth spears, I want you to clear the floor of these bodies." He turned to the Knights Flora with him, and said, "Help them, and recover every arrow you can while you"re at it. Move."
Legionares set about the tasks given them, and Amara was appalled at how few of them were in condition to be up and moving. The wounded at the rear of the cave now outnumbered those still in fighting condition. She simply sat and closed her eyes for a moment. set about the tasks given them, and Amara was appalled at how few of them were in condition to be up and moving. The wounded at the rear of the cave now outnumbered those still in fighting condition. She simply sat and closed her eyes for a moment.
"How is she?" she heard Bernard rumble.
Her head hurt.
"Lump on her head, there," Giraldi drawled. "See it? Took a pretty good hit. She hasn"t been responding to my questions."
"Her face," Bernard said quietly. There was a note of pain in his voice.
Fire chewed steadily, ceaselessly at her cheek.
"Looks worse than it is. Nice clean cut," Giraldi replied. "That thing"s claws are sharper than our swords. She was lucky not to lose an eye."
Someone took her hand, and Amara looked up at Bernard. "Can you hear me?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," she said. Her own voice sounded too quiet and weak to be her. "I"m... starting to come back together now. Help me up."
"You"ve got a head wound," Giraldi said. "It will be safer if you didn"t."
"Giraldi," she said quietly, "there are too many wounded already. Bernard, help me up."
Bernard did so without comment. "Giraldi," he said. "Find out who is fit to fight and re-form the squads as necessary to fight in rotation. And get everyone some food."
The grizzled centurion nodded, rose to his feet, and withdrew to the back of the cave again. Moments later, the legionares legionares at the front finished their gruesome task and retreated to the back of the cave, leaving Amara, Bernard, and Doroga the only people near the cave mouth. at the front finished their gruesome task and retreated to the back of the cave, leaving Amara, Bernard, and Doroga the only people near the cave mouth.
Amara walked over to Doroga, and Bernard kept pace.
Walker was lying down again, and breathing heavily. Patches of his thick black fur were plastered down to his body, wet with blood. His breaths sounded odd, raspy. Blood made mud of the dirt floor beneath his chest and chin. Doroga crouched in front of the gargant with a stone jar of something that smelled unpleasantly medicinal, examining Walker"s injuries and smearing them with some kind of grease from the jar.
"How is he?" Amara asked.
"Tired," Doroga replied. "Hungry. Hurting."
"Are his injuries serious?"
Doroga pressed his lips together and nodded. "He"s had worse. Once." Walker moaned, a low, rumbling, and unhappy sound. Doroga"s broad, ugly face contorted with pain, and Amara noticed that Doroga himself had several minor injuries he had not yet seen to.
"Thank you," Amara said quietly. "For being here. You didn"t have to come with us. We"d all be dead right now but for you."
Doroga smiled faintly at her and bowed his head a little. Then he went back to his work.
Amara walked to the mouth of the cave and stared out. Bernard joined her a moment later. They watched taken moving purposefully around in a stand of trees on one of the nearby hills.
"What are they doing?" Bernard asked.
Amara wearily called Cirrus to bend light, and she watched the taken for a moment. "They"re cutting trees," she reported quietly. "Working with the wood somehow. It"s difficult to tell through the rain. I"m not sure what their aim is."
"They"re making long spears," Bernard said quietly.
"Why would they do that?"
"The gargant is too much of a threat to them," he said. "They"re making the spears so that they can kill him without paying as dearly to do it."
Amara lowered her hands and glanced back at Doroga and Walker. "But... they"re not even proper spears. Surely they won"t be effective."
Bernard shook his head. "All they need to do is carve sharp points. The taken are strong enough to drive them home if Walker doesn"t close with them. If he does, they"ll set the spears and let him do the work."
They stood watching the rain for a time. Then Bernard said quietly, "No one is coming to help us."
Amara said quietly, "Probably not."
"Why?" Bernard said, one fist clenched, his voice frustrated. "Surely the First Lord sees how dangerous this could be."
"There are any number of reasons," Amara said. "Emergencies elsewhere, for one. Logistics issues delaying the departure of any of the Legions." She grimaced. "Or it could be a problem in communications."
"Yes. No help has come," Bernard said. "Which means that Gaius never got the word. Which means that my sister is dead. Nothing else would stop her."
"That is only one possibility, Bernard," Amara said. "Isana is capable. Serai is extremely resourceful. We can"t know for certain."
Doroga stepped up to stand beside them. He squinted at the taken, and said, quietly, "They are making spears."
Bernard nodded grimly.
Doroga"s eyes flashed with anger. "Then this is almost over. Walker will not hide in the cave and let them stab him to death, and I will not leave him alone."
"They"ll kill you," Amara said quietly.
Doroga shrugged. "That is what enemies do. We will go out to them. See how many of them we can take with us." He looked up at the clouds. "Wish it wasn"t raining."
"Why not?" Amara asked.
"When I fall, I would like The One to look on." He shook his head. "Bernard, I need a shield so I can bring Walker some water."
"Certainly," Bernard said. "Ask Giraldi."
"My thanks." Doroga left them at the mouth of the cave.
Thunder rolled. Rain whispered.
Amara said, "We"ll be lucky to have three squads, now."
"I know."
"The men will tire faster. Less time to rest and recover."
"Yes," he said.
"How many arrows did your Knights Flora recover?"
"Two each," he said.
Amara nodded. "Without Walker and Doroga, we can"t hold them."
"I know," Bernard said. "That"s why I"ve decided that I have to do it."
Amara shook her head. "Do what?"
"I led these men here, Amara. They"re my responsibility." He squinted outside. "If we are to die... I don"t want it to be for nothing. I owe them that. And I owe Doroga too much to let him go out there alone."
Amara stopped and looked at him. "You mean..."
"The queen," Bernard said quietly. "If the queen survives, it won"t matter how many taken we"ve killed. She"ll be able to start another nest. We must prevent that. At any cost."
Amara closed her eyes. "You mean to go out to them."
"Yes," Bernard said. "Doroga and Walker are going anyway. I"m going with them, along with any man who can walk and hold a weapon and is willing. We"ll head for the queen and kill her."
"Outside the cave, we won"t last long."
Bernard gave her a bleak smile. "I"m not so sure that"s a bad thing."
She frowned and looked away from him. "It will be difficult to force our way through them without any Knights Terra left to us."
"Walker can do it," Bernard said.
"Can we reach her before they kill us?"
"Probably not," Bernard confessed. "I put an arrow right through that thing"s neck, and all it did was startle her away. I saw how hard you hit it." He shook his head. "It"s so fast. And with all those taken around it, it"s unlikely that we"ll have the time to land a killing blow. But we have no choice. If we don"t kill the queen, everyone who gave his life has died for nothing."
Amara swallowed and nodded. "I... I think you"re right. When?"
"I"ll give the men a few moments more to breathe," Bernard said. "Then call for volunteers." He reached out to her and squeezed her hand. "You don"t have to go with me."
She squeezed back as tightly as she could and felt tears blur her eyes. "Of course I do," she said quietly. "I"ll not leave your side, my lord husband."
"I could order you to," he said quietly.
"I"ll not leave your side. No matter how idiotic you are."