This time Coilla was inclined to agree with him. "There might be something in that. We need light."
"We were late getting here," Stryke said. "Least we can do is try looking for them. We"ll give it another hour. But I reckon we"re best dismounting."
That gave Haskeer the opportunity for a bit more grumbling.
Leading their horses, they walked by the undergrowth that spread from the trees. They could hear the flow of water in the inlet, perhaps a hundred feet away.
"Maybe they didn"t get here," Haskeer offered.
"What do you mean by that?" Jup asked.
"They were only half a band. Anything could have happened."
""We"reonly half a band," Stryke reminded him, "and we got here."
"Could be they went into Drogan to parley with the centaurs," Coilla suggested.
"We"ll see. Now pipe down, all of you. There could be foes as well as friends about."They"d trudged in silence for another ten minutes when there was a rustle in the undergrowth. Swords were quietly drawn. A pair of shad-owy figures emerged from the bushes.
"Eldo! Noskaa!" Coilla exclaimed.
Greetings were exchanged, weapons resheathed. Then the grunts led them into the thicket and to their camp.
Alfray came forward, beaming, and clasped Coilla"s arm. "Good to see you, Corporal! And Stryke, Jup!"
"I"m here too, you know," Haskeer rumbled.
Alfray frowned at him. "Yes, well, you"ve got some explaining to do."
"And it"ll be done," Stryke promised. "Don"t be too hard on him. How was your journey here? What"s happening? Any developments?"
"Whoa!" Alfray grinned. "Journey more or less uneventful. Nothing much happening. No developments."
"Well, we"ve got a lot to tellyou," Jup said.
"Come and eat, and rest. You look like you could use it."
The band reunited. Grunts hailed each other. There was backslapping, warriors" grips, laughter and chatter. Food and drink were issued, and they allowed themselves a fire to temper the cold. Sitting round it, they bartered news.
At length they discussed the centaurs.
"We"ve seen nothing of them," Alfray reported. "Mind you, we haven"t ventured far into the forest. Thought it best to stick to your advice and just observe."
"You did right," Stryke confirmed.
"So how best to handle it?"
"Peaceable approach. We"ve no argument with centaurs. Anyway, they"re going to outnumber us and it"s their home ground."
"Makes sense. Only don"t forget that though they"re slow to rouse, they can be unforgiving enemies."
"That"s why we"ll go in under a flag of truce and offer a trade."
"And if they won"t treat, what then?" Haskeer said.
"Then we"ll think about other ways. If that means hostile action, well, it"s what we"re trained for. But diplomacy first." He gave his ser-geant a pointed look. "And I won"t tolerate anybody in this band not toeing that line. We only fight if I say so, or if we"re attacked out of hand."
With the exception of Haskeer, who said nothing, there was general agreement with that.
Alfray stretched his hands to the modest fire. Like everybody else, his breath was visibly misting. "This d.a.m.n cold isn"t getting any less," he complained.
Stryke pulled closer his jerkin and nodded. "We could be better kitted out than this standard issue."
"We saw a small herd of lembarrs this morning. I was thinking of bagging a few for furs. They"re still quite plentiful in these parts, so we could cull a few without doing too much harm."
"Good idea. Fresh meat too. Going into the forest at this hour isn"t wise; it could look like a raid. Let"s rise early, do some hunting, then get ourselves to Drogan."
They were up at first light.
Stryke decided to lead the hunting party himself. Jup and Haskeer volunteered to go along. They picked Zoda, Hystykk, Gleadeg, Vobe, Bhose and Orbon to join them. It was a good number; split into two stalking groups it wasn"t too many to spook the prey, but enough to carry back the carca.s.ses they"d need.
What they couldn"t take were horses. Lembarrs had both an uncanny ability to detect their approach and an aversion to the animals. The best way to put a lembarr to flight was to go anywhere near it on horseback. They had to be hunted on foot.
As they were about to set off, Alfray took Stryke aside. "I think you should leave the stars with me," he said.
Stryke was taken aback. "Why?"
"The more we get, the more precious they are. What if something happens to you on the hunt and they"re lost? Matter of fact, maybe weshould do something similar to the crystal, like dividing them amongst the officers. Haskeer excepted, of course."
"Well..."
"You think I"m going to do the same as Haskeer and run off with them? With two thirds of the band around me?"
"It"s not that I don"t trust you, old friend, you know that. But I"ve been thinking about what might have happened to Haskeer. Thinking about it a lot. Suppose it was an enchantment that made him act that way?"
"Cast by Jennesta, you mean?"
"She"s the most likely suspect."
"Then what"s to stop her doing the same to you? If itwas one of her spells, that"s an argument for leaving them here, isn"t it? "Cause the first thing I"d do is issue an order for the others to keep an eye on me, and if I started acting strange they"d hog-tie me. That or cut me down."
Stryke knew he meant it. "All right," he agreed reluctantly. He un-dipped the pouch and gave it to him. "But we"re going to have to give some thought to security for the future."
"Right. Trust me. Now go and get us some winter outfits."
18.
In under an hour they were out on the plain and had sighted their first herd of lembarrs. They resembled small deer, and the males had antlers, but their build was much more robust. Their s.h.a.ggy, abundant pelts, which were brown incolour and streaked with grey and white, were like bear fur, and almost as prized.
As the animals grazed unawares, the hunters split into two groups. Haskeer led four of the grunts. Their job was to act as beaters and drive the animals toward the second group for the kill. This group consisted of Stryke, Jup and the two remaining troopers.
The hunt started well. With the element of surprise on their side, they swiftly downed three lembarr. After that, the quarry grew more wary and required some determined chasing. They were not exception-ally fleet beasts, and an orc could match their speed on the flat. It was when they got themselves into less certain terrain that the lembarrs" agility gave them an edge.
Stryke found himself working as a backstop, well to the rear of his group, as Haskeer"s party stampeded half a dozen of the prey in their direction. Three took off at angles and were lost. Two bowled into Jup and the grunts, who proceeded to lay into them with spears and swords. The last slipped through and came Stryke"s way, running fit to burst.
Raising his sword, he made ready to block the animal and finish it. The lembarr wasn"t to be caught that easily. When only a couple of feet away it veered and shot past him. Stryke"s blade cut air.
"Mine!"he yelled and dashed after it.
He wasn"t sure if the others heard him, absorbed as they were in slaughter.
The fleeing creature ran into a copse. He crashed in after it, duckinglow and swatting branches away. A minute later they were out the other side and on level sward. Stryke began to gain. The lembarr swerved and headed for a series of hillocks. It climbed the first one like a goat, Stryke twenty paces behind. Then it was down into a dip and up the next incline.
It was hard work but Stryke was enjoying it.
He reached the next small plateau just a couple of feet behind his target. The creature went down the other, steeper side half running, half skidding, into a gully below. Stryke slid after it. The lembarr reached the bottom, spun to its right and flashed into some trees. Panting now. Stryke followed. He caught a glimpse of the white streaky fur a spear cast distant. Putting on a burst of speed, he dashed for it.
Then the world fell in on his head.
He went down, a searing pain hammering his temple, and rolled across the mushy leaf carpet. On his back, dizzy and hurting, he started to come out of the black maw that had nearly swallowed him.
Somebody was standing over him. He made that several somebodies as his vision cleared. One of them s.n.a.t.c.hed away the sword he was still holding. They conversed with each other in a clipped, guttural and all too familiar tongue.
The goblins hauled him rudely to his feet. He groaned. They tore at his clothes, searching for other weapons. Satisfied he had none, they brandished maces at him, and one waved the club that had undoubtedly been used to bushwhack him with. They had swords too, and their points jabbed and goaded him into motion. He lifted a hand to his head as he walked. One of the goblins roughly pulled it away and jabbered some-thing he didn"t understand. But the threatening tone was unmistakable.
They marched him to the end of the gully and up yet another hill-ock. His bones ached and he limped a little, yet they allowed no slowing of pace. At the top he looked down the far side and saw a sizeable longhouse. As they urged him to descend he thought that they couldn"t have been too far from the rest of the hunting party. Trouble was, the chase had taken some unlikely twists and turns, and they might just as well have been half the land away. He couldn"t count on help from that source.
Breathing heavily, he arrived at the building, surrounded by his posse of belligerent captors.
The longhouse could have been built by any one of a dozen races; it had the all-purpose look of a lot of Maras-Dantia"s architecture. Sim-ply but st.u.r.dily constructed from wood, with a thatched roof, it had a single door at one end. There had been a couple of windows at one time which were now boarded over. The place had obviously been abandoned. It was decrepit. The thatch was badly weathered and wet rot had taken hold on some of the outer facing.
They bundled him through the door.
Razatt-Kheage was waiting for him.
The slaver grimaced hideously in what pa.s.sed for a smile with gob-lins. His expression was redolent with triumph and vengeance. "Greet-ings, orc," he hissed.
"Greetings, yourself." Stryke fought to regain his senses and rid his head of muddle. He defied the pain, pushing it away. "Couldn"t wait to say goodbye properly, eh?"
"We trailed you."
"You don"t say. Not to thank me, I"d guess."
"Oh, we want to ...thank all of your band, personally. A plan that has the added advantage of money on your heads from Jennesta. And I"ve now seen a certain proclamation that indicates you have a relic of hers. I expect there"ll be a reward for that too."
Stryke was glad he didn"t have the stars on him. He looked to the six or seven goblins present. "You"re going after my warband with this strength? Got a death wish or something?"
"I"m not doing it. I"ll send word to Jennesta."
That sobered Stryke further. "And you think the band will stick around waiting for her army to get here?"
"As a matter of fact I was thinking of holding you hostage to make sure they do."
"They won"t buy it, slaver. Not my band. You don"t know much about orcs, do you?"
"Perhaps it would be amusing to learn something now," Razatt-Kheage replied mockingly. "Do feel free."
It suited Stryke to buy a little time and try to think of a stratagem. "All orcs know that the cost of war is death. We growup with the creed that you do your best to save a comrade in danger, but if that fails you don"t go on risking everybody else"s life for one individual. That"s why using me as a hostage won"t work. They"ll walk away."
"Yet you did the exact opposite when you rescued your female comrade." He leered unpleasantly. "Perhaps some individuals are worth more than others. By which marker, the commander should be worth most of all. We shall see."
To keep him talking, Stryke changed the subject. "I don"t see your human friends around."
"Business a.s.sociates. They have gone their own way. It was a dis-agreeable parting. They seemed to blame me for being in some way responsible for you orcs escaping. I believe it might have come toblowsif one of them hadn"t been in need of a healer"s a.s.sistance. Fortunately I was able to sell them a name."
"I bet they were grateful." He scanned the lengthy room. "So what now?"
"You"ll be our guest while I draft a message for the Queen"s agents." The slaver nodded at his henchlins.
They herded Stryke to the far end of the room. Like the rest of the hut there wasn"t much there, save a brazier of glowing coals that took some of the chill out of the air. He was left near it while the guards conversed in their own tongue. Razatt-Kheage stayed near the door, standing at a rickety table. He had parchment and a quill.
Stryke glanced at the brazier. An insane idea formed. Something that would affect him as well as them, but he"d have the advantage of knowing it. Checking that n.o.body was watching, he slipped his hand into his belt pouch and scooped out a fistful of pellucid. He tossed it on to the fire. Then he dipped for some more and did it again. The ma.s.sive quant.i.ty of pinkish crystals began discharging plumes of creamy white smoke.
No one noticed anything for a good half-minute as the smoke grew more copious. Stryke tried holding his breath. Then one of the goblins left his comrades and came over. He gawked at the smoking brazier. Stryke sneaked a quick look at the others. They hadn"t realised anything was wrong yet. Time to act.
He didn"t know very much about goblin biology. But he figured they shared one thing in common with most of the elder races. When he directed a st.u.r.dy kick at the goblin"s crotch he found he was right. The henchlin emitted a keening squeak of pure agony and began to double up. So Stryke did it again.
The others were moving in. Stryke grasped the wheezing goblin"s sword arm and brought it down hard on his upraised knee. The weapon was dislodged. Taking it and flipping his wrist, he drove the blade into the henchlin"s back.
He made ready to face the others. They moved in warily, a semi-circle of five heavily armed, determined a.s.sa.s.sins.
"You really do make a habit of this kind of thing, don"t you?" Razatt-Kheage raged from behind them. "Every time you kill one of my servants you cost me coin! I think you"d be safer dead."
The henchlins levelled their weapons and kept coming. Stryke was still holding his breath.
More and more smoke billowed from the brazier. It began filling the enclosed longhouse. Milky tendrils started drifting across the floor. A thickening cloud formed in the rafters above.
One of the goblins moved in, hefting his mace.
Unable to hold his breath any longer, Stryke expelled it. By instinct he took another. He felt a familiar light-headedness and battled to hang on to his concentration.
Swinging his mace, the goblin charged.