"What"s my part in all of this?"
"I"m putting half the archers on the field and half strung through the forest, there. They won"t send horse at the forest, but they will probably detach infantry. You"ll protect the archers."
Cazio nodded, relieved. He"d imagined himself in the press, holding a pike, and didn"t care for the image.
Z"Acatto"s gaze shifted.
"There they are," he said.
The hors.e.m.e.n formed a block in the center, and the footmen were lined up behind them with archers on their wings. Cazio had seen the formation before; it was essentially a cavalry hammer, ready to smash them. When the smashing was done, the foot would come in and clean up.
What he had never seen before, however, was the formation in which z"Acatto had put his men.
They stood tightly packed in columns five deep, with the ten columns arranged in a sort of hollow wedge open to the river. Z"Acatto called it a "hedgehog," and with their pikes bristling out, it resembled one. The men had the pikes braced at their feet and set at various angles from low to high so that anyone charging in had to deal with at least five wicked levels of sharpness.
The bowmen who weren"t with Cazio in the woods had formed in ranks, too, out in front of the hedgehog.
No one had come out to offer terms, and it didn"t look like they would. They just kept coming closer, the horses and the metal-clad men on them looking bigger and bigger.
The archers began firing into the hors.e.m.e.n both from the field and from the trees. The enemy archers returned fire, targeting those visible on the field, but after a moment, as predicted, a line of about thirty spearmen with large, heavy shields broke away from the enemy foot and started plodding toward them.
Concentrating on their progress, Cazio missed the start of the charge, but he heard the shouts and turned to see it begin.
Ignoring the approaching spearmen, the archers around him concentrated their fire on the cavalry, as did those on the field, and the effect was astonishing. Five or six of the lead horses and their riders went down, followed immediately by another ten or so tripping over the fallen. The hedgehog archers poured shafts into the confusion, creating further havoc. The charge slowed to a crawl under the deadly rain, but the forty or so hors.e.m.e.n who remained mounted quickly re-formed and charged at the archers. They were slowed by the stakes, however, and several dismounted and began uprooting them, giving the archers plenty of time to retreat behind the battle wedge and take their places on the levee, where they could send more darts down on the enemy line.
While half the bowmen in the woods were still helping to riddle the cavalry, the other half had begun firing at the approaching infantrymen, who were now only about thirty kingsyards away, moving their shield wall along with good discipline.
There had been sporadic fire from the enemy archers, but Cazio didn"t see any more of them.
"Move back," Cazio said, echoing z"Acatto"s orders. "They won"t be able to keep that shield wall in the woods."
As ordered, the bowmen started backing into the swamp, continuing to fire at the infantry, whose shields were now pretty well feathered. Seven of them had already dropped out of formation, either dead or too gravely wounded to keep on, but that left the numbers pretty even, and although the archers had swords with them, they didn"t have shields or spears.
The cavalry was charging again, and this time there was nothing between them and the hedgehog. The ma.s.sed hors.e.m.e.n looked unstoppable.
Mirroring the horse, the infantry advancing on Cazio"s archers sent up a hoa.r.s.e cry and charged.
Cazio drew Acredo.
"Run," he told the archers. "Back to the wedge."
Although, glancing that way, he wondered if there would be anything to retreat to.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
THE W WAY OF P POWER.
THE GRa.s.s RIPPLED, shifting to trees and hills as Anne unraveled herself and moved like a cloud. She had been afraid at first of discorporation, but in the sedos realm, the body was more illusion than anything else. Once that deception was put behind, there was much fun to be had. She could twine like grapevines through ma.s.sive forests or flow like rainwater down a hillside. She could choose another illusory body. She had played at being a horse, an eagle, a porpoise, a spider, a creeping lizard. They felt more welcome in her thoughts now, too, more easy. The more she used her power, the more secure her ident.i.ty seemed to become. shifting to trees and hills as Anne unraveled herself and moved like a cloud. She had been afraid at first of discorporation, but in the sedos realm, the body was more illusion than anything else. Once that deception was put behind, there was much fun to be had. She could twine like grapevines through ma.s.sive forests or flow like rainwater down a hillside. She could choose another illusory body. She had played at being a horse, an eagle, a porpoise, a spider, a creeping lizard. They felt more welcome in her thoughts now, too, more easy. The more she used her power, the more secure her ident.i.ty seemed to become.
She had to remind herself sometimes that she wasn"t there just for simple enjoyment. She never wanted to leave and returned more and more often whether or not there was anything particular she was looking for.
In fact, sometimes she forgot what she was was looking for. looking for.
But not today. Today she drifted back days and toward the south.
She saw the army of the Church ma.s.sed in the thousands at Teremene. That was nothing new, and already half of her army was marching to meet them. Looking at them now, she felt a coldness in her belly. Crotheny was caught in a vise; the Hansans were being held at Poelscild, but to attack with enough force to drive them back would mean letting the Church come to her gates, and the south was poorly defended. She had seen, too, a new fleet of strange copper-skinned men sailing down from the north, from Rakh Fadh, in the company of tow-headed Weihand raiders. That sailing hadn"t happened yet, and the results of it seemed inaugurable.
And in the south the future was also unclear. Sometimes she saw ma.s.sive carnage, sometimes an unhindered march, sometimes nothing.
None of this was new, nor did it long hold her attention. She was looking for her friends.
She already had seen Cazio, captured by the Church. She knew there was something missing, someone he had talked to that she could not focus on. But she also knew he and z"Acatto were free again.
Austra had been the hardest to find.
She imagined her friend"s face, her laugh, and the chagrined pucker of her forehead when she was afraid Anne was about to get them both into trouble.
And there was something, a reflection, a flicker in the distance of leagues and also time. But as Anne moved toward it to peek up from the sedos like a groundhog from the earth, a current of sickening power caught and twisted her misty form, a ma.s.sive flow against which she could not struggle. It slammed her into something, submerged her in pain and horror, and congealed her back into human form.
Someone was cutting her. She smelled the blood, felt the pain. His stinking breath was in her ear, and she saw her legs all exposed and smeared red. She felt the fear, sheer panic, the certain horrible knowledge that she was going to die, the animal need to tear away and run and the impossibility of doing so. She couldn"t even think. She couldn"t scream. She could only watch as the knife peeled her white skin.
Fight! she tried to scream. she tried to scream. Stop him Stop him!
When the echo came back, she suddenly understood that this wasn"t happening to her. her. The body being tortured was Austra"s. The body being tortured was Austra"s.
Fight, Austra, for the love of the saints! I can"t lose you!
Something turned then, and Anne was yanked back out into the currents. For the first time she saw Austra"s face, her empty, horrified gaze, and then she was dwindling away, gone.
Anne went frantically back, racing up and down, back and forth, but there was no longer any trace of her friend, and now she couldn"t locate Cazio again. But she didn"t give up; she had to find them. She had the power to find them, to bring them back from the dead if need be, and by all the saints, she would do so.
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She woke shivering and shaking, wondering who she was, where she was, the sense of losing herself as bad as ever. She was weeping helplessly, and although she eventually understood that it was Emily who had awakened her, she wasn"t able to respond. Only after Nerenai brought some of her tea was she able to muster the coherence to listen.
"Again, Emily," she murmured.
"Majesty," Emily said. "The army of Hansa."
She opened her eyes and saw the girl kneeling next to her.
"What about them?"
"You"ve been...gone for two days. We could not rouse you."
"What"s happened?"
"Fifteen thousand more of the enemy arrived two nights ago. They attacked yesterday morning. They"ve just breached the ca.n.a.l and are surrounding the keep."
The keep surrounded. Austra and Cazio dead. The Church, the fleet from the north...
Too much. Too much.
"Where"s Artwair?"
"Outside."
"Get my dressing gown."
She heard a lot of clattering in the hall. When she emerged to meet Artwair, she saw that it was filled with her Craftsmen and Sefry.
"What"s all this?" she asked.
"Just a precaution, Majesty," he said. "There is a chance the keep will fall. We"ll want to get you out of it."
She nodded. Let Artwair take over. Get Faster, ride away, and never look back. Find Cazio; he may still live... Let Artwair take over. Get Faster, ride away, and never look back. Find Cazio; he may still live...
She felt everything in her buckling. She didn"t want this. She thought of Austra, of the horror of her torture, of how someone could do do that to her friend, and was sickened. Was Austra dead? Probably. And now death was coming for her. that to her friend, and was sickened. Was Austra dead? Probably. And now death was coming for her.
But where would she ride? Where would she be safe?
"No," she said. "Wait."
"There isn"t much time, Majesty. They"re already in the city."
"I said wait. wait."
"Majesty," he replied stiffly.
She fought down the claustrophobia seeking to swallow her. "Take me where I can see what"s going on and explain it as we go."
"Majesty-"
But he saw her glance and cut himself off.
So they made their way to the now-familiar tower.
The sun was just a hemisphere in the east, and mist lay heavy on the earth. The air had the cool scent of autumn that brought feelings of nostalgia even when one was ten years old.
The keep was indeed surrounded except for the area around the southern gates, where a wall of pikes kept the Hansans back. It looked like an island in a stormy sea.
"That"s where I"m supposed to make my great escape?" she asked.
"It"s your best chance," Artwair replied.
"So the keep will fall."
"If we can hold out for two days, reinforcements will arrive."
"Two days. Can we do it?"
"I don"t think so."
It seemed to Anne there was a bit of a reproof in his tone.
I was trying to find my friends, she wanted to protest. But she knew what his answer to that would be, whether he had the nerve to say it out loud or not. she wanted to protest. But she knew what his answer to that would be, whether he had the nerve to say it out loud or not.
"I can"t see everything everything in advance, you know," she told him. "There is so much to keep my eye on." in advance, you know," she told him. "There is so much to keep my eye on."
But her negligence was all around her now, and she knew that if Hansa won, she would never live to claim the sedos throne. She could never set things right, free Crotheny from terror, avenge Austra, extinguish the Hansan threat for all time.
Her hubris had doomed her.
No.
"Step away from me," she said. "Get below, all of you but Nerenai."
When they were all gone but the Sefry, Anne closed her eyes.
"You can do it, Majesty," Nerenai said.
"If I don"t, we"ll all die."
"That"s not how to think, Majesty. Fear and worry will only hinder you. You must be confident. You must be strong for strength"s sake, not to achieve an end."
"I"ll try," Anne replied, swallowing. Her mouth was bone dry.
She felt at the moment very much the girl. Why was this her her burden? Why had the saints laid this on her when all she wanted was to ride her horse, drink wine, gossip with Austra, maybe fall in love? Why was she denied all of that? burden? Why had the saints laid this on her when all she wanted was to ride her horse, drink wine, gossip with Austra, maybe fall in love? Why was she denied all of that?
I miss you, Austra. I"m so sorry.
Thinking that brought the anger she needed, and Anne slipped into otherwhere.