Geth straightened up and let go of Wrath. "Good to see you too, Krepis."
The orc heaved against the boat and sent them sliding back into the open river, then climbed back up onto the bank and disappeared into the undergrowth. Orshok slid his paddle into the water once more and looked over his shoulder. "Were you listening?" he asked.
"Of course," said Ekhaas.
"Yes," said Geth, putting his paddle into the water and pressing against the current. Now that he was looking for it, he could see the smaller river Krepis had told them to follow. "But I didn"t hear everything. Who"s gathering and what are those stripes on Krepis"s face?"
"They"re horde marks," Orshok answered, his voice tight. "They mean that he"s taken an oath of war."
They found the sandbank and Krepis. Geth was startled to see that they were far from the first to land there. More than a dozen boats-some small like theirs, others larger-were beached on the sand and still more had been dragged higher up the riverbank. Orshok started to ask Krepis about the boats, but the other orc just shook his head and said, "Come."
They followed him along a well-worn trail, the meager packs that had seen them across Droaam and the Shadow Marches on their backs. Geth carried his great gauntlet in a bundle as there seemed little point in donning the armored sleeve in the company of friends, but he made a point of buckling on Wrath so he could reach the sword easily if he needed its abilities.
Away from the river, the ground made a slow rise, becoming slightly drier and a little firmer underfoot. The area was thick with bushy ferns, their leaves half-furled against the night, and shaded by a few trees with smooth bark and gnarled branches. Geth spotted a sentry reclining among the branches of one, tracking them with a stout bow until Krepis raised a hand and made a sign in greeting. The sentry relaxed and waved them ahead.
The shifter heard the camp before he saw it, a dull roar of activity familiar from any number of campaigns during the Last War. The rising path reached a crest and the camp spread out before them, filling a vast depression in the landscape with tents and huts and cookfires and the forms of hundreds of orcs. Krepis spread his arms wide. "The horde of Angry Eyes!" he said with pride. "Come. We find Batul."
He led them down the interior slope of the depression and into the camp. In spite of its size, Geth realized, the depression wasn"t actually very deep-three long strides carried him from the top of the slope to its bottom. The ground within the depression was noticeably drier than that outside it, even though it clearly sat somewhat lower. Among the tents and huts, he could also make out the shapes of tall standing stones. He recognized them as markers erected by ancient Gatekeepers. "What is this place?" he asked Orshok.
"The Sharvat Vvaraak," said young druid. "The Mirror of Vvaraak, the dragon who taught the first Gatekeepers. It"s been a sacred gathering place for thousands of years."
Ekhaas kicked at the dirt. "This doesn"t look like a mirror to me."
"Legend says that if you dig down, you"ll find a sheet of gla.s.s covering the Sharvat from side to side."
Geth saw Ekhaas"s eyes light up. The hobgoblin was a duur"kala, or dirge-singer. Even through their short acquaintance, he"d discovered that one sure way of getting her attention was to mention a story or legend she hadn"t heard before. "I don"t think this is a good time to start digging," he told her.
They were already among the temporary shelters of the camp. Every orc they saw wore the same red stripes as Krepis. Geth could guess at the reasoning behind the face paint; by adopting it, the orcs left behind any symbols of their individual tribes and took on a new, temporary ident.i.ty as part of the horde. He knew members of Blademarks companies who did much the same thing. Robrand d"Deneith, his and Singe"s commander in the Frostbrand company, had insisted that once someone joined the Frostbrand, old loyalties to nation be left behind.
Any resemblance between the orc horde and a Blademarks company ended there however. The mood in the camp was festive. Around great fires, orcs and a small number of half-orcs ate and drank, sang and danced, and played wild music on crude instruments-a broken rhythm of drums played out of sequence, accompanied by reed flutes and bone rattles. The sound was infectious, and Geth found himself nodding along with it as they walked. A fight broke out ahead of them, turned into a brawl, then settled down before they had pa.s.sed as the partic.i.p.ants clapped each other on the back and went in search of something to eat. The smells of gaeth"ad drifted from more than one kettle, each producing a slightly different aroma as individual gaeth"ad masters brewed up their own version of the potent tea.
Krepis said something to Orshok in Orc, and Geth was too pre-occupied in staring around to put his hand to Wrath in time to listen in. Krepis left them and went striding off toward the center of the camp where a larger structure rose high. Orshok turned to Geth and Ekhaas. "The Gatekeepers are holding council in the sweat lodge," he said. "Krepis will fetch Batul." His eyes were shining and his face was flushed. Any worry he"d shown on learning of the horde was gone, washed away by a rising excitement. "Kuv! This is incredible."
"Who do you think they"ve gathered to fight?" Geth asked.
"I don"t know, but if the Gatekeepers are in charge, it"s got to be serious. A horde hasn"t gathered under the Gatekeepers for three generations. I"ve never seen anything like it."
"What about the raid on the Bonetree mound? We had three dozen orc warriors with us, and they came from different tribes."
"That was only a raid. Look how many warriors are here!"
Geth had to agree-there were easily a few hundred warriors milling around the camp. It was an impressive sight, and he could feel the fever of it exciting him as well. Ekhaas, on the other hand, was looking at the activities in the camp with some interest, but also disdain.
"Where are the ranks?" she demanded. "How can you tell who"s in charge? Who"s looking after supply chains and rationing?"
"An orc horde wages war differently than a goblinoid army," Orshok told her, but Ekhaas barely seemed to hear him. Her face had flushed dark as she realized that there were both male and female orcs laughing and fighting around the fires.
"Khaavolaar! Your units aren"t segregated? How does that affect discipline?"
Geth snorted. "I don"t know about discipline, Ekhaas, but I"d say it"s doing great things for morale." He watched as a tent that a man and woman had just ducked into began to shake vigorously.
Ekhaas"s face turned a shade darker and her ears lay flat.
Word must have spread of their arrival in the camp, because people began to drift past them, then to stop openly and stare. Soon they were murmuring to one another and pointing. At first Geth thought it was because he and Ekhaas were the only non-orcs in the camp. He"d gotten used to being the only shifter present in almost any situation long ago. He squatted down to wait for Batul and would have ignored the crowd if Orshok hadn"t leaned close and whispered, "They"re talking about you."
"I know," he said.
"Orshok is right," said Ekhaas. "Listen to them."
Geth looked up. The crowds had gotten larger and closer, and there was no denying that he was the one everyone was looking at. His eyebrows rose and he put a hand on Wrath. Murmurs rushed at him.
"-led the raid that wiped out the Bonetree clan."
"They say he killed two mind flayers and five chuul in the battle."
"I heard he killed a dragon!"
"Is that the sword he carried out of Jhegesh Dol? By Garu"s eye, I"ll fight at his side!"
He jerked his hand away from the sword in surprise. "Grandfather Rat, what is this?" he muttered to Orshok and Ekhaas.
"I think you"ve acquired a reputation in the Shadow Marches," said Ekhaas.
"I"m no hero." He started to turn away.
Ekhaas slapped him across the back of his head, a swift action that brought shocked silence down on the orcs who saw. Geth whirled on her, but she bent down and thrust her face at his. "You live in Narath," she said, "when Narath is nothing to these people. They know Jhegesh Dol. They know the raid on the Bonetree clan. You carry a sword of heroes-act like a hero!" She straightened up. "Hoor gat wee"taat kaz les.h.i.taa sa"feh. There"s none so cowardly as a hero who will not accept glory."
Geth blinked, then glanced at Orshok. The young druid thrust his tusks forward. "I"m proud to stand with you."
The shifter looked out at the staring crowd and gave a slow nod to the orc who had said he"d fight beside him. The warrior looked surprised for a moment, then smiled broadly. He grabbed a wooden cup from a companion, brought it forward and thrust it at Geth. "Tag domad"ad chuf!"
"You"re invited to drink with him and his friends any time," Orshok translated.
A warm feeling, a sensation of acceptance he hadn"t really felt since Bull Hollow, spread through Geth"s belly. He rose, took the cup, and raised it to the orc, then to all of the orcs who had gathered. "Hit them hard!" he shouted and swallowed the contents of the cup in a gulp. The liquid within was some kind of ale, bitter and warm, but far from the worst he"d ever had. A cheer went up. A cheer for him.
And what, Geth thought happily, do you think about that, Ado?
CHAPTER.
4.
He was just handing the cup back when there was a commotion in the crowd. A band of orcs pushed through, led by one who had to be the biggest orc Geth had ever seen. He stood a head taller than any other orc present, with shoulders wider than an ox yoke. The tusks that jutted from his jaw were bigger than Geth"s thumbs. He wore no shirt and the muscles on his torso and arms were thick and heavy, sliding and bunching under gray-green skin.
His eyes were bloodshot. He"d clearly been drinking, though only enough to make him nasty and not, Geth saw with an unpleasant feeling, enough to make fall down. As soon as the orc"s gaze fell on him, he knew what he was going to say. He didn"t even bother to put his hand on Wrath.
The big orc"s voice was a rumble. The orc with the cup fell back. Ekhaas looked intrigued. Orshok"s face paled. Geth waited until the big orc had fallen silent, then asked the druid, "He"s heard I"m tough and wants to fight me, doesn"t he?"
Orshok looked startled. "How did you know?"
"I know a challenge when I see one. What"s his name?"
"Kobus. He says fists and feet only."
"Fine with me." A fierce excitement was starting to burn in him. Geth unbuckled his sword belt and handed it to Orshok. Excitement rippled through the crowd and they pulled back, leaving a large clear s.p.a.ce around Kobus and Geth. Kobus thrust his jaw forward, baring his tusks in antic.i.p.ation.
"Geth," the young orc said, "you should probably know that Kobus has had a reputation in the Shadow Marches a lot longer than you have."
"What for?"
"Winning fist fights."
"There"s two ways to deal with challenges, Orshok," Geth said. "Ignore them until they go away or face them. If Singe were here, he"d ignore this. But Singe isn"t here. I am." He felt a savage smile spread across his face and didn"t resist it. "And if I"m going to fight beside the orcs in this horde-"
"Wait," said Ekhaas. "You"re going to fight with the horde?" Amber eyes stared at him and wolf ears stood straight. "When did you decide this? You don"t even know who they"re fighting yet."
The watching crowd had started chanting, eager for the battle. Geth could hear some of the orcs chanting his name in a rhythmic call. The sound of it, the feeling in the air of the camp, was like drinking two big tankards of the best ale. "All right then," he shouted over it, "maybe I won"t fight with them, but Wolf and Rat, I"m not going to have them think I"m afraid to take on a challenge!"
He turned away from her, peeled off his vest and shirt, and threw them to Orshok. The druid s.n.a.t.c.hed them out of the air and pulled Ekhaas away. Geth faced Kobus, stripped to the waist just as the orc was, and flexed. There was some approval from the crowd for his muscular build, but more for the numerous scars that crossed his hairy skin. Geth let them look for a moment, then reached down inside himself-and shifted.
The ancient ancestors of shifters had been humans and lycanthropes: werewolves, werebears, wereboars, and other shapechangers. Although shifters didn"t carry either the moon-mad curse of their lycanthrope ancestors or their ability to take on an animal shape, they had inherited from them uncanny agility, night vision sharp as a cat"s, and the ability to manifest other animal characteristics. Some shifters could grow a tiger"s claws. Others could manifest a wolf"s terrible bite or sharp senses.
To the watching crowd, Geth knew, his shifting looked like nothing more than a slight tensing of his muscles or a thickening of his already thick hair, a change in his stance, maybe a sharpening in the lines of his face. The murmur of approval died back. Kobus, maybe thinking he had an easy fight ahead, shouted and leaped forward with good speed for someone so large. His right fist swung around hard. Geth let him have the first punch without resisting.
The force of the blow that connected with Geth"s jaw knocked him reeling sideways. A sharp gasp rose from the crowd-a gasp that changed into a cheer as Geth stood straight, twisted his neck, and spat a little blood into the dust. "That"s it?" he roared. "That was your best?"
He threw himself at Kobus, the rush of near-invincibility that was his inheritance from his lycanthrope ancestors throbbing in his ears. He moved fast, spinning around Kobus in quick leaps and short bounds. He blocked what blows he could, let what he couldn"t fall against his shifting toughened skin, and gave back as good as he got. A flurry of blows to Kobus"s gut doubled him over for a moment. The orc swiped at him with a fist and Geth dropped to the ground, rolled, and came up behind him with a kick to the meaty part of his leg that left him limping. He spun and slammed his elbow into Kobus"s side just above his kidney, then drove a fist straight up under his chin as he twisted around in pain. Kobus wavered ... then surged back and grabbed Geth by the throat in a crushing grip.
In spite of his shifting, dark spots danced in front of Geth"s eyes. He might have been tough, but Kobus was still stronger. He swung a fist. Kobus caught it in his free hand and held him away at armslength. The crowd might have been shouting encouragement, but Geth couldn"t be sure. His ears were starting to ring. He flailed with his other arm and grabbed for the hand around his neck, trying to force it free. Kobus just tensed his arm and squeezed harder. He smiled, showing his tusks again.
Geth"s lungs burned, but he smiled back, baring his sharp teeth. A growl forced its way from the back of his throat and he swung his feet off the ground. Supported by Kobus"s own rigid arms, he drew his legs up to his chest and snapped them out in a hard double kick straight into the orc"s surprised face.
Bone crunched. The hand around Geth"s throat tightened briefly, then relaxed. Kobus swayed and fell backward, dragging Geth over on top of him. The shifter fell across the orc"s ma.s.sive chest, sucking air gratefully, then pushed himself free and rose to his feet.
The roar of the watching orcs almost knocked him down again. Orshok and Ekhaas rushed to him, just as Kobus"s friends rushed to him. Geth waved the druid and the duur"kala back, though, and let his shifting slip away. It took some of the pain Kobus had inflicted on him with it, but he knew he"d still be sore once the bruises really set in. He staggered over to look at Kobus. The big orc"s face was covered in the blood that ran from a split lip and a broken nose. One eye was already swelling shut, but the other was open and it rolled toward Geth. Kobus"s face twisted and his body started to shake. His arms rose and swept aside the friends who had been trying to tend to him.
"Geth! Watch out!" Orshok yelled.
Geth just stepped up closer to Kobus, reached down, grabbed one of his arms-and hauled the orc to his feet. Blood sprayed him as Kobus"s shaking finally erupted into laughter. Geth joined in and then they were slapping each other"s shoulders and back like old friends.
"Domad"ad," said Kobus. "Domad"ad chuf." He started to pull Geth off into the camp.
"Wait," Geth told him, choking on his laughter. "Orshok, can you heal Kobus?"
"Krepis will do it," said a new voice. "We need to have a talk now."
"Batul!" Geth pulled away from Kobus. Batul stood with Orshok and Ekhaas, wrapped in a simple blanket, his white beard and hair wet, and his parchment-fine skin plumped and slick as if he had just emerged from a very long, very hot bath. All at once the infectious excitement of the horde camp and the easy peace of long travel seemed to vanish, replaced by the long suspended urgency of their mission. Geth pushed close to Batul.
"We have news!" he said. "Dah"mir serves a daelkyr called the Master of Silence imprisoned beneath the Bonetree mound, but he"s stirring. Dah"mir wants to turn kalashtar into servants of the daelkyr because he thinks their psionic powers-"
Batul held up a hand. "Calm down," he said. "We know. Why do you think we"re all here?"
Geth stared at him in speechless shock, then glanced at Orshok and Ekhaas. Both of them shook their heads. Geth looked back at Batul. "What? But ... how?"
The old druid smiled. "Let"s find somewhere quiet and tell each other our stories."
Ekhaas was the one who told their story. She was a duur"kala after all, and even if she hadn"t been present for many of the events that unfolded since Geth and Orshok had last seen Batul, Geth had to admit that she recounted them better than he ever could have. She ended with their separation from the others outside Tzaryan Keep, with Singe and Dandra heading east toward Sharn to warn the kalashtar while they turned west to find Batul and the other Gatekeepers. "Except," she concluded, "that it seems we didn"t need to."
"But I"m glad you did," said Batul. "If only because it"s been many years since I"ve heard a story told by a duur"kala of the Kech Volaar, and I thank you for the experience." He sat back and looked up at the dark ceiling of the tent in which they sat, his good eye seeming to contemplate the shadows while his milky blind eye stared into deeper mysteries. "Aryd the Seeress is a figure from some of our oldest legends. I know only a few of them, but the Battle of Moths ... I don"t recall ever hearing such a tale, though I have heard that the circle that once stood where the Bonetree mound stands was raised to commemorate a great battle."
"The duur"kala take care to remember what must not be forgotten," Ekhaas said.
Batul looked back down at her. "The duur"kala would do well to remember other things as well. Like humility."
"Easy," said Geth, straightening up from the basin where he had been washing Kobus"s blood off himself. "We"re all friends here."
Batul bent his head. "I"m sorry. Forgive a cranky old druid for being lectured by a child."
Ekhaas looked like she might be ready with another sharp comment, but Geth caught her eye and glared at her. She clenched her teeth and said, "I beg your pardon. My pride wasn"t meant to offend."
It was a pretty apology, though Geth noticed that her ears stayed resolutely erect. Batul said nothing, so neither did he.
Seated on the other side of the tent, Orshok spoke up. "Does what we learned in Taruuzh Kraat agree with what you already know, teacher?"
Batul nodded. "Yes," he said. "That the Master of Silence is stirring. That Dah"mir hopes, by driving kalashtar mad and drawing them to the service of the powers of Khyber, to give his master servants with the psionic powers of mind flayers but without mind flayers" vulnerability to Gatekeeper magic. Those things we knew. They"re the reason why the Gatekeepers meet in council and why the horde was summoned while we debate." He stroked his beard. "But that Dah"mir has found new-and more powerful-binding stones to use in his plans, that we didn"t know. I"ll need to take this to the other Gatekeepers."
Supporting himself with the stout length of his crook-headed hunda stick, the old orc rose to his feet.
"Wait, what about your story?" Geth asked. "How do you know all this? It can"t have been a vision, can it?" He tapped his cheek under his right eye to indicate Batul"s own blind eye, the eye with which the druid claimed to have occasionally glimpses of the future.
Batul blinked and shook his head. "I almost forgot. I"m sorry-so much is happening and the council"s debates ..." He sighed and leaned heavily on his hunda stick. "No, it wasn"t a vision. The only clear vision I"ve had of late was your journey along the river, and even that wasn"t so clear as it might have been-I thought Singe and Dandra might have been with you, and I didn"t foresee Ekhaas"s presence at all."
"How then?"
Batul looked up, the gaze of his good eye sweeping them, and nodded again. "Perhaps it"s best if I show you. Come with me. Leave your gear here, if you like. This tent will be yours."
Geth pulled on his shirt and picked up Wrath. They followed Batul out of the tent. As they pa.s.sed through the camp, sporadic shouts and cheers followed them. Or at least followed Geth. The shifter returned the shouts with waves and said to Batul out of the corner of his mouth, "What did you tell them about me?"
"The truth," Batul told him. "Perhaps the rest of Khorvaire is jaded, but here in the Shadow Marches we still appreciate a hero"s story. The fight with Kobus will only add to yours."
Geth felt a vague flush of shame. "I don"t fight for glory. How much of the fight did you see?"
"Nearly all of it. Orshok told me why you felt the need to take on Kobus." He moved a little closer and added softly, "He said you were defending your honor so you could fight alongside the horde with pride-before you even knew what the horde was fighting."