"Boats? Did I hear right?"
"Boats, yes. As many as possible. Big, little, whatever can be had. But quickly.
So I can arrive before they know I"m coming, before the Power returns and they can see me with their inner eyes."
"Ye might work it.. Argon"s defenses be meant to stop land-bound armies."
"Told you he was sharp. Figured it without me telling him a thing."
"Yes, this must be stopped. And Pthothor, with his fear of things Shinsan, and his l.u.s.t to be remembered as a conqueror.... He may join ye."
The old coast reever in Ragnarson became wary instantly. Somebody was hinting about divvying the plunder. Before the booty was gained. "That might be useful," he said, trying to sound noncommittal. "As later support. But the enemy has agents everywhere. We dare not risk ourselves by including anyone in our plan just now. In a week ...?"
"My sense of rect.i.tude compels me to a.s.sist ye. But there must be balance."
"Derel. The man"s ready to d.i.c.ker. Don"t give him the Royal silverware."
Prataxis was a master. With Varthlokkur to handle the intimidation he soon got Arist.i.thorn to agree to what Ragnarson considered bargain terms. A modest amount of cash. A few items believed to be in possession of the Fadema. Kavelin to sponsor his children"s educations at the Rebsamen. The university"s fame had spread far and wide, and a man from these parts who could honestly claim to have been educated there was guaranteed a high, happy life.What Ragnarson didn"t realize was that Arist.i.thorn had ch! -lren in droves. His wives were always pregnant, and often bore twins.
Later, as they strolled to the waterfront with the babbling wizard, they were spotted by a chunky brown man who scrambled into shadows and watched them pa.s.s. His face contorted into a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. Only Aral Dantice noticed him.
He had no idea who the man was. Just another curious easterner....
TWENTY-FIVE: The a.s.sault on Argon
Arist.i.thorn did better than Ragnarson expected. His reputation locally was as nasty as Varthlokkur"s worldwide. Boat owners, merchant captains, no one refused him more than once. No one quibbled over the vow of silence he extracted. Boats and ships departed, fully crewed, without question of payment being raised, though Ragnarson promised owners and crews a portion of the loot of Argon.
Arist.i.thorn claimed that didn"t matter. This was war. If Ragnarson failed, Pthothor would take over. There were old grievances between Necremnos and Argon. The cities were overdue for one of their periodic scrimmages.
So Ragnarson led an armada down the Roe and met Haaken. Three thousand men boarded the vessels, more than he had hoped. His spirits rose. If he remained unnoticed he had a chance.
Arist.i.thorn virtually guaranteed that the Necremnen army would be right behind him.
Ragnarson soon hoped so. Argon was huge. A million people lived in its immediate environs. Six thousand men could disappear quickly if the populace fought back.
As Argon drew closer, Bragi found ever more reasons for forgetting the whole thing.
But he went on. Worrying was his nature. Haaken had chided him for it since childhood.
Sometimes you had to ignore potential difficulties and forge ahead. Otherwise nothing got done.
The first wave consisted of the smallest boats, carrying Marena Dimura mountaineers, attacking at two points. One group drifted down to where the walls of the Fadem rose from the river. The other remained at the apex of the island.
The Marena Dimura scaled the rough walls and established bridgeheads. Their boats returned upriver to Haaken, whose men, weary from slogging through marshes and swimming delta channels, awaited their turns to ride. One battle of the Queen"s Own had taken the horses and train back into the plains, to erect a fortified camp a few miles above the Argon-Throyes road.
Ragnarson traveled aboard a galley which served Necrem-nos"s trade in the Sea of Kotsum. He had filled a dozen such with Haaken"s Vorgrebergers, Reskird"s Damhorsters, and bowmen. The a.s.sault captains were ex-mercenaries who had come to Ravelin with him years ago. They were the shock troops who would expand the bridgeheads.
It went so smoothly he suspected he had a friendly G.o.d perched on his shoulder.
The Argonese were expecting nothing. As always, when the evening rains came, the wall sentries had scurried for cover. Argon lay as defenseless as a virgin thrown by her protectors to barbarian raiders. Two thousand men were over the walls before they attracted any attention.
The fighting broke out, as Ragnarson had hoped, at the apex of the island.
Kildragon, in charge there, immediately began raising the biggest fuss possible.
Ragnarson took his party into the second bridgehead.
There the troops were lying low. The Fadema maintained a personal guard of a thousand, and had regular army units quartered in the Fadem too. Ragnarson wanted to be as strong as possible before the Argonese counterattacked.He cleared the top of the wall, scuttled out of the way, gasped, "Didn"t think I"d make it. Getting old for this. Jarl? How"s it going? You spreading out yet?"
Here the Marena Dimura were doing what they did best, skulking, stabbing in the dark, occupying strongpoints by stealth.
"We"ve taken everything you can see from here. This"s the sloppiest defense I ever saw. We haven"t found anybody awake yet. It"s too bad Reskird"s raising h.e.l.l up there.
We might"ve grabbed the whole d.a.m.ned place before anybody knew we were here."
"Uhm. Keep moving. Grab what you can while you can. G.o.ds, it"s big."
The Fadem alone seemed as big as Vorgreberg. Trebilc.o.c.k said it had thirty thousand permanent residents.
"Michael. Aral," Bragi whispered. "Where"s this tower?"
"The squarish one yonder, with the spire sticking up from the corner," Dantice replied.
"Let"s see if she"s still there."
They descended to street level and slipped through narrow pa.s.sages between buildings, making of a two-hundred-yard crow flight a quarter mile walk. They won the distinction of being first to face wakened opponents.
It was over before Ragnarson realized what had happened. The parties stumbled into one another at a sharp turn. Trebilc.o.c.k disposed of the Argonese in an eye"s blink.
Ragnarson"s eyebrows rose. Michael could handle a blade d.a.m.ned well.
"It"s sixty feet to the first ledge," Trebilc.o.c.k whispered. "And twenty more to the one by her window. I"ll drop a line from the first one...."
"Kid, if you and Aral can make it, so can I." Bragi sheathed his sword, felt for hand and toeholds.
He quickly regretted his bravado.
Trebilc.o.c.k and Dantice went up like rock apes. Ragnarson had thirty feet to go when they reached the first ledge. His muscles threatened cramps. His fingers were raw when he heaved himself onto the ledge. Looking down, he muttered, "Bragi, you"re a fool.
You"ve got men who get paid to do this."
A clash of arms sounded here and there. The defenders still weren"t reacting except locally.
Reskird had a good fight going. The uproar reached the Fadem, and the bellies of the rain clouds glowed with firelight.
The last twenty feet were worse. Now he was conscious of how far he could fall.
And of his age. And his sword kept beating the backs of his legs.
"We"re going down by the stair," he muttered when he rolled onto the upper ledge.
Trebilc.o.c.k smiled, a thin, humorless thing in the reflected firelight. "Would"ve been easier if we"d gotten here before the rain."
Ragnarson"s stomach flip-flopped as he realized how easily he could have slipped.
Dantice crept back from the window. "Can"t tell if there"s anybody inside."A head popped out. Bragi recognized Nepanthe. She didn"t see them. "Inside," he growled. "Quick."
Dantice went. They heard his sword clear its scabbard. Trebilc.o.c.k and Ragnarson plunged after him.
Sounds of struggle, of steel against stone. Dantice cursed. "She bit me!"
"Nepanthe!" Bragi snapped. "Settle down!"
"She started to yell," Dantice said.
"Michael, find a lamp." Ragnarson moved the other way. "d.a.m.n!" He bruised his shin on something low.
Someone crashed to the floor. Metal skittered across stone. "Marshall, I"m going to clout her!"
"Easy, son. Nepanthe! It"s me. Bragi. Behave yourself."
Cang-chang. Sparks flew. A weak light grew, illuminating Trebilc.o.c.k"s face. As the flame rose, it revealed Nepanthe and Dantice on the floor. Aral had one hand on her mouth, his legs scissored around her. He was fending a dagger with his free hand. Bragi kicked the weapon away.
He grabbed handfuls of Nepanthe"s hair and forced her to look at him. "Nepanthe.
It"s me."
Her eyes widened. Her fear subsided. She relaxed.
"Can you keep quiet now?"
She nodded. He grinned as Dantice"s hand bobbed with the motion. "Let her go, Aral. Michael, look at his hand."
Dantice winced when he put weight on that hand while rising. Ragnarson helped Nepanthe up.
"Take a minute," he said as she started babbling. "Get yourself together."
After she calmed down, she explained how the stranger had come to Valther"s house and convinced her that Mocker had gone into hiding because Haroun had tried to murder him. He feared Bragi was in on it. The messenger had brought Mocker"s dagger as a token. And she had always suspected Haroun of the worst.
"He could do it if he thought he needed to," Bragi observed. "But how would Mocker have been a threat to him?"
"I never thought about it. Not till I found out they tricked me." She started crying. "Look what I got you into. What"re you doing here, anyway? Who"s watching things at home? I heard about Fiana. They tell me all the bad news."
"I"m here because you are. Because Argon seems to be behind all our trouble."
"No. It"s Shinsan. Bragi, there"s a Tervola.... He controls the Fadema.... I think. Maybe they"re partners."
"I mean to find out."
"But.... You"re only one man. Three men." To Michael she said, "Thank you. Did you get the casket to Varthlokkur? And you. I"m sorry. I was scared."
Dantice smiled. "No matter, ma"am." He sucked his injured hand."He brought the Tear back, yes. Tell me about the Tervola. Does he wear a golden mask?"
"Yes. How"d...?"
"He keeps turning up. Must be O Shing"s special bully boy. And I didn"t come by myself. That"s our army kicking a.s.s out there."
"But.... Argon! They took me out once. I think the Fadema wanted to show me what a hick I was. Bragi, you can"t get in a war with Argon. Not over me...."
"Too late to back off. The boys are probably too loaded with loot to run." He chuckled. "I don"t want to take the city. Just the Fadem. Just to spoil whatever they"re up to. I"m no conquerer."
"Bragi, you"re making a mistake...."
"Somebody coming," Trebilc.o.c.k said. He had one ear against the door. "Sounds like a mob."
"Get out of sight. Aral! Your sword."
Dantice scampered back for the weapon.
"Nepanthe, pretend we"re not here. They must be coming for you. They"ll want their prize counter safe. Get by the window. Make them come to you. Michael, Aral, we"ll hit them from behind."
Dantice was a street fighter. He understood. But Michael protested.
"We"re here to win, Michael, not get killed honorably."
Ragnarson concealed himself just in time. The door creaked inward. Six soldiers entered, followed by the Fadema.
"Well, Madam," said the woman, "your friends are more perceptive and less cautious than we antic.i.p.ated. They"re here."
"Who?" Nepanthe asked, cowering against the window frame.
"That b.l.o.o.d.y troublesome Marshall. He"s attacked Argon. What gall!" She laughed.
It was forced.
Things must be going good, Bragi thought.
"You stay away," Nepanthe told the soldiers. "I"ll jump."
"Don"t be a fool!" the Fadema snapped. "Come. We have to move you. The tower is threatened."
"I will jump."