Frays In The Weave

Ship buster missiles against cavalry. The outcome should have been obvious, but the singing hors.e.m.e.n just shrugged them off and continued charging.

Heinrich groaned. He still hurt where a lance had pierced his body walker. A full burst of needle grenades, enough to wipe an entire company of modern infantry from the ground, had taken down the horseman in the end. They managed to down less than a dozen more. Then several unarmed men suddenly appeared out of nothing with fire in their hands and slaughtered half of Granita"s crew. At least one single burst killed all the arriving mages, but it was enough for the charge to break though.

He lost four there. Lances and swords cut through body walkers with little effort. An impossible nightmare, and one they couldn"t survive.

Arthur Wallman saved the day by using his unnatural tricks in return, and Ken had been screaming at him time and time again for most of the three days and nights they fled south.

Heinrich didn"t care. He had his orders, and even though Arthur seemed fully capable of protecting himself those orders still stood. How he should carry them out with less than half his command still alive was currently beyond him, but he had to try.

He compensated for a slight malfunction in the right leg motors and continued on. Nothing more he could do right now, and he had taken the rear-guard. Chang was almost out of munitions and Panopilis was flat out. He served as point anyway. His sensors had taken the least damage, and they desperately needed to know what lay ahead of them.

They also needed to put as much distance between them and the riders to the north as possible. One more such encounter and they would all be dead, and that, he thought grimly, would prevent him from carrying out his orders.

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Trindai de Laiden sent a few scouts ahead and waited for the phalanxes to get ready to march. He had lost several days and many, many more men. And yet duty called them all. By all rights he ought to be close to Krante with his troops on his way to join General de Markand"s forces.

He pondered the reason he"d ordered scouts ahead. Farwriter down wasn"t a message he"d expected from the south. Apparently the more militant of the religious sects didn"t all rush ahead in suicide attacks. One, at least, must have gone underground while de Markand marched his regiments past their hideout.

And then they came back into the open and burned a farwriter to the ground. Trindai held no illusions about what had happened to the crew manning it. He would tread carefully so as not to lose men before they embarked on de Markand"s barges and sailed to Chach. Well on the other side of the Narrow Sea losing troops would once again become unavoidable, more so now as they were already severely understrength courtesy of the outworlder invasion.

Well, they had sued for peace, or at least Admiral Radovic had on their behalf. Trindai doubted his superiors would be especially happy when they learned about that, if they didn"t already know of course. Outworlder communications were a wonder to behold.

But, he thought, they had reason to accept the terms set by the council. Keen had crushed the invasion, and as far as Trindai was aware the outworlders had no way of knowing that the disgusting magic tied to Verd was one of a kind. They would have to consider the possibility of encountering defensive magic each and every time they closed on a city or town.

He mounted, rode along the city walls and tried, as much as possible, not to look at the outworlder wrecks littering what could no longer be used to train troops. A year, at least, before they had cleaned it up enough not to pose a danger to anyone entering it. Outworlder shrapnel or deliberately hidden caltrops made little difference to soft soled boots. A few men under the skilled care of Envoy Kirchenstein-Yui had already proved that.

That was possibly the single best piece of news they had received lately. The entire first landing a decoy and after the enemy was crushed several hundred outworlder doctors with vast amounts of supplies landed west of Verd. He grinned at the memory. That Anita had been sly one, more of a diplomat than the doctor she stubbornly said she was.

And something else made him grin even wider. The Krante Highway offered a lonely rider coming at good speed. A messenger of some kind, which meant the way south was far safer than he"d dared hope. He put a hand to his eyes to deflect some of the sun, but the glare was still bright enough he couldn"t make out any details in the haze.

As the messenger came closer Trindai saw the brigade ready to march, and with a dull thud spreading dust into the early summer they took the first step to whatever destiny awaited them. With a bit of luck, the rider would agree to share her information with him, unless it was for the council, but the only reason he could think of for a messenger coming from the south was General de Markand wondering what took the gherin sp.a.w.ned demons so long, and Trindai was that very demon in person.

If it was a woman, but most messengers were.

It took the better part of a dinner"s meal to see the entire brigade on the highway. One cavalry regiment waited behind and would overtake them later. By that time Trindai saw that he"d been wrong. The messenger was a man, and he didn"t carry de Markand"s colours

Money letter then, or just a spy for the merchant houses? Minister de Verd hadn"t shown any reluctance to turn death into money. It was clear that for him war was just a different way of making business.

Trindai hesitated a little but decided to force the rider to stop. Maybe he could be coerced into yielding whatever news he carried. Or threatened or bullied, he thought dully. His right hand still smarted from smashing a fist full in the face of Minister de Saiden. The giant killer hadn"t as much as given a word in reply. Just like Olvar to be the one inflicting lasting pain even when struck. Trindai nursed his fist. It would pa.s.s. It always did, only a little slower for each pa.s.sing year.

Then the messenger reached him, and halted.

"Thank G.o.ds you"re ready! We have to hurry!"

That made no sense whatsoever. "Slow down man!" Those are client colours. Younger n.o.bleman? "Start from the beginning!"

"They"ve taken Mintosa!"

Whoever he was he refused to listen to advice. "Attention!"

That worked. How he managed to stiffen in the saddle like that without falling off eluded Trindai, but at least he had the full attention of the lordling.

"Now, slowly." Trindai shifted a worst case scenario through his mind and probed. "Did General de Markand storm Mintosa?" That would set relations back more than thirty years.

The messenger exhaled, drew a deep breath and started over. "I am Count Mintosa. Chach invaded us earlier this spring, or rather the papacy did."

The world stopped. "Would you care to repeat that?"

"A fleet from Chach arrived at the harbour, but I saw that most of the ships really belonged to the papal fleet. When their cavalry charged we had to abandon the city."

Trindai blinked. "By all unholy G.o.ds, how did you manage to slip flanking cavalry behind you with the city gates open?"

He received a challenging stare in return. "I didn"t say that. They came over the water. I don"t know what magic they used, but they charged the entire waterfront from the sea. We never had a chance."

Trying to visualize what he had just heard Trindai barely managed to gag down a sharp reply of his own. Trebuchets against cavalry. He could see how futile that was, and ballistaes weren"t much better. They would have been swarmed long before they really understood what awful fate had just befallen them. He had to live with everything turned upside down for a while.

"How many," he asked.

"I don"t know for certain. At least five hundred horse, the water riding type. Another fifteen to twenty ships. I had to leave to tell someone what had happened."

Trindai"s world spun once more. "But why here? Why didn"t you tell de Markand, or did he send you?"

Count Mintosa stared back, eyes filled with incomprehension. "De Markand? What good would that do, and where should I have found him?"

"Where should..." Trindai gaped. "He marched for Mintosa almost half a season ago. He should be almost there by now, and he"s in command of several regiments worth of cavalry. You couldn"t possibly have pa.s.sed him without noticing if you stuck to the main road from Mintosa."

Trindai received a negative wave in reply. G.o.ds, if the lordling really had made it here without meeting de Markand, where was he, and his army for that matter? "Follow us!" he ordered the baffled lordling. I"m going to need someone who knows the lands from now on. They attacked us? Those sail barges. "Did they...?"

"Yes, we never had time to set fire to those ships of yours. They can transport just about as much as they can produce across the Narrow Sea until the weather takes a turn for the worse."

Trindai swore. No chance to take Mintosa back then. In the worst of worlds de Markand had already been defeated, but that was unlikely as the young count must have had at least a few days" head start, and if he hadn"t met the army then it was probably not headed for Mintosa at all.

And the day had begun so well. Now he tasted ashes again, but he could do nothing but head south. The question was what troops he should bring.

He decided to continue and sent a few messengers back to Verd. If they wanted to exchange troops all left in the capital were mounted and could catch up with him at will.

Still a lousy way to start his campaign, but then he hadn"t experienced much anything but lousy events since the day he received his new orders. He should have stayed the colonel. Life had played its ugly jokes on him last time he held general"s rank as well.

They rode side by side, but none spoke much. Young Count Mintosa had reported most of the useful information anyway, and Trindai needed the silence to revise his own plans. A campaign to retake what they had lost rather than a pre-emptive strike to prevent Chach from training battlemages. They should have guessed some were already fully trained.

He shook his head. There was a lot of things they should have known. Not sending two full regiments east would have been a good beginning. Not cleaning out Vimarin and Erkateren of food so the population starved would have been a good way to continue, but they had failed there as well. Now, what they didn"t have to guess was that the papacy would get directly involved and lead an a.s.sault on the northern sh.o.r.es of the Narrow Sea, because that was unheard of.

With holy warriors suddenly able to ride on water and the unholy G.o.ds knew what more demon sp.a.w.ned surprises they had waiting he was at a loss how to proceed, but proceed he must. It was all beginning to resemble the awful running tax collection mission Mairild had set him on a few years earlier, and what a nightmare that had been. The difference was of course that he knew and trusted each and every of the thirty odd men he"d led that time. Now he was responsible for five thousand trained and half trained men.

When the daylight finally gave way to dusk he still hadn"t decided on a plan, but he knew he"d have eightdays of worry ahead of him during which he could imagine one disaster after another and plan for it.