"You said they"d failed you," Che told her. "They haven"t. They"re fighting for you even now, as we speak. They"re bleeding and dying for you, for your city. The first city, remember? The city you built so long ago. They"re giving their lives to preserve it from the Scorpions, who will soon turn it into one more desert ruin, and put an end even to the memory of you. And perhaps they"ll come down here. If there are enough of them, or if the Empire tightens its hold, then maybe even you won"t remain safe. Your tests and traps cannot hide you for ever."
The man was frowning, as though he had eaten something distasteful. Lirielle toyed with her comb. "But what can we do?" she said.
"It would be such a waste of our power to intervene," the man mused. "The cost would be terrible. It would set us back so much."
"What were you saving it for?" Che asked him.
"The revivification of the land, of course," he replied. "The reversal of the change that the great cataclysm brought about. To bring green back to the desert, that is our great purpose."
Che blinked at that, at the sheer hubris of it, for she could not imagine that even the Masters could even start to accomplish such a thing. Are they just living empty dreams then, despite all their power Are they just living empty dreams then, despite all their power? "And who will then profit from this," she pressed them, even so, "if your own people are gone?"
The man gave a petulant frown. "It will demand a great effort, hardly worth it, surely, to preserve so little."
"So much effort," Lirielle agreed, as though just combing her hair for so long had exhausted her.
"They"re dying dying," Che said, reaching the end of her ability to explain herself to them. "As we speak, they"re dying." Totho is dying. Oh, I am so sorry, Totho Totho is dying. Oh, I am so sorry, Totho.
"I would rather have slept," said Elysiath, surly. "Jeherian, will you lead us?"
The man beside her nodded wearily. "So much lost," he said sadly. "Ah, well."
Che started, as someone moved past her. Without a sound, another of the Masters stepped forward to join Elysiath and the others, a great bulky man whose l.u.s.trous hair fell down past his shoulders. Looks were exchanged between them all. Even as Che noted him, she saw another woman come padding from the darkness beyond them, as tall and voluptuous as the rest, the necklace about her throat bearing a kingdom"s ransom in precious stones. Next, another two came, hand in hand, to stand nearby. Then, at last, Che saw what she had long imagined. On the nearest sarcophagus, the crowning statue stirred, stretching languorously, without visible transition from cold stone to live flesh. Thus do the Masters of Khanaphes sleep out the centuries Thus do the Masters of Khanaphes sleep out the centuries.
There were almost a score of them soon, male and female, looming from the dark to join their kin, their grave and beautiful faces all marked with expressions of concern. Che expected chanting. She was waiting for them to enact some ritual, as Achaeos had said the Moths did. It took her a long moment of frustrated silence until she realized that they were already at work.
Each of them was looking up, towards the vaulted ceiling, up towards the embattled city of Khanaphes and the sky beyond. Each and every one of them was sharing in the same act of concentration, staring at some great focal point she could not imagine. She knew she should hate them for their callous detachment, but there was such grief and loss evident on those n.o.ble faces that it nearly broke her heart.
What have I driven them to? she wondered. she wondered. What is this, that they sacrifice here? What is this, that they sacrifice here?
Pictures blurred and stretched in her mind again, taking her back to the city above.
"Would you look at what they"ve done," Hrathen said. "How much effort went into that?"
"So they"ve brought some more stone to fill the breach," Jakal replied dismissively. "It will not stop us. An act of desperation." She jabbed a thumb-claw towards a nearby Scorpion. "Call my guard together."
"We knew they were working on something, and now it looks like they"ve built the world"s biggest single-use nutcracker." They were standing on a rooftop overlooking the bridge and the river, Hrathen with his telescope to his eye. "The archers, all the rest, are running for the second barricade."
"Bring it down," Jakal told him. "Use one of your petards. Or move one of the engines up on to the bridge."
"No need for the sweat," Hrathen said. "All that effort, and we"ll still crack it in less than a minute." He signalled to one of his own, one of the few Slave Corps soldiers left. Of late, the Khanaphir archers had become very good at shooting them down. "Fly to Lieutenant Angved," he instructed. "Tell him to sight on that blockage and bring it down."
"Yes, sir." The man kicked off and made a short dart over the rooftops to where Angved and his leadshotter were waiting.
Jakal regarded Hrathen with a slight smile. It was not a fond look, for Scorpion faces did not lend themselves to fondness. There was fire in it, though: antic.i.p.ation of victory had set light to her.
"You"ll go in yourself now?" Hrathen asked her.
"Their archers have fled. I shall destroy what warriors they have left. You should bring your engines up to the bridge"s crest, so that we can destroy their second wall." Her understanding of artillery and its uses was increasing by leaps and bounds. "My warriors must see me fight. They must remember why I am Warlord."
"Then they will see me fight alongside you," Hrathen said. "The engineers can manage without me."
She looked at him for a long moment, then shook her head. "Your Empire breeds fools," she said. "If my warriors obeyed my words as swiftly as yours obey you, I would not need to shed my blood for them. Still, you shall have the chance to prove yourself, if you so wish."
"Why do you go, then?" he asked her. "It"s not as though your host is short one more warrior."
Her smile was scornful. "I am Warlord because I am the best. I slew many to take the crown, and there are many who would slay me for it in turn. If I did not fight they would all take up arms against me. I too must shed the blood of the Khanaphir, but I shall choose when I shed it. I am not destined to become mere prey for arrows. My people shall see me take the bridge itself, and they shall remember."
"They shall see us us take the bridge." take the bridge."
"Are you strong enough?" she asked him. "Does your blood run so pure? You may just as well remain behind. My people would not care."
It stung like a slaver"s lash. "I have the strength of my father"s kinden and the guile of my mother"s," he told her, "as you will soon see. Perhaps it will be I who will challenge you."
That made her smile. "I would welcome it." Below, in the ravaged street, a company of Scorpions had a.s.sembled, huge men and women loaded with scavenged armour. A dozen of them stamped and rattled, waiting impatiently. Jakal had chosen them carefully, Hrathen knew, from among the most vicious and bloodthirsty of all her people, thus keeping her potential enemies close to her.
She descended to join them and they greeted her with a roar of approval. Today was their day. The day their Warlord had delivered their ancient enemy to them. Hrathen followed as they struck out for the bridge, after sending back an order to have one of the leadshotters brought up after them.
Not a great day for the Empire, he thought. Probably not even a footnote in the Imperial histories Probably not even a footnote in the Imperial histories, but I shall know. I shall know that I was true to my father"s b.l.o.o.d.y-handed kinden, at the end. The desolation of Khanaphes shall be my legacy to my people but I shall know. I shall know that I was true to my father"s b.l.o.o.d.y-handed kinden, at the end. The desolation of Khanaphes shall be my legacy to my people.
The archers, and a scattering of Royal Guard, were still in sight, fleeing towards the end barricade. Amnon faced the new-formed wall of loose stones and squared his shoulders. Meyr crouched close to him, a hulking, brooding shadow, and in his hands he had a rough-ended beam from the construction works, ten feet long. Totho checked that his snapbow was charged. I had feared I might run out of ammunition today I had feared I might run out of ammunition today, he considered. That seems unlikely now That seems unlikely now.
Another thought struck him, that Drephos would be proud now: not of Totho but of the armour. Field-testing complete: the aviation plate can be considered worth its considerable cost. We three are the proof of that Field-testing complete: the aviation plate can be considered worth its considerable cost. We three are the proof of that. He was amazed how quickly Amnon had adapted to it, but then the man was a warrior born, and Beetles took easily to wearing a second sh.e.l.l.
If we had come with twenty men in full mail, we would have held against anything the Scorpions or the Empire could throw at us, he thought. We could have held off the world We could have held off the world.
"They"ll bring a petard up to blow the barricade down," he warned the others. "We won"t have long before we must fight again."
"We won"t need long," Amnon told him. "Just enough time so they can complete the works, close up the breach at the far end. That is all the time we need to buy them." Totho wondered what Praeda Rakespear was doing right now, whether she had realized that Amnon was not coming back to her. He wondered whether Amnon had left people ready to restrain her, to stop her running up here. Probably he had: it was the sort of thing the big man thought of.
He spotted the plume of grey smoke, and knew immediately what it meant. Leadshotter on a rooftop Leadshotter on a rooftop. There were words in his mind to warn the others, but he had no time to give actual voice to them before the missile struck the barricade.
The noise pa.s.sed by him, the physical force overriding it. A piece of broken rock hit his chest like a sledgehammer, his feet skating from under him, so that he slammed down on his back. The air was all dust, with stone fragments pattering all about them. Gasping for breath, he could not get to his feet yet, but he tried to peer through the drifting white veil, to see what had been done.
The new stones had fallen, forming a broken pavement between him and the barricade, and the Scorpions were coming through the breach. He realized even then that their artillerists would have preferred a second shot, to widen the gap, but the warriors already on the bridge had been so long denied this chance that nothing could have held them back. They surged in along with the stone-dust, as Meyr and Amnon met them at full charge.
It would have been suicide but for the mail. It could have been suicide anyway. There were enough weak points throat, armpit, groin that one spear or blade could have ended either of them. They thrust themselves into the thick of the Scorpion weapons, and Totho saw Amnon take a dozen blows, and Meyr twice that number. Each rebounded from the dented plate, frustrated by its fluted curves that turned the strongest blow aside. Amnon"s sword descended repeatedly, chopping indiscriminately at the enemy. Meyr laid about himself like a mad thing, crushing the Scorpions, flinging them from the bridge with great swipes of his club. They tried to drag him down, to get under his reach, but Amnon killed them as they came, shield high and sword never still.
Totho struggled to his feet, feeling sharp pains from his ribs. His breastplate had a prodigious dent to one side, where the stone had struck him. He staggered a little, and then ran up to stand to Amnon"s left. With a desperate concentration, he resumed the business of running out of ammunition, emptying each magazine in turn into the host of Scorpions, punching holes in their mail and through their mail, even through one man and into the next. Beyond those that Meyr crushed and Amnon slew, the bridge was heaving with them. He could see bigger, better-armoured warriors forcing their way through the breach, eager to get to the fight. There was no subtlety now, no pretence at tactics. Only three men stood on the bridge between the Scorpions and their prey. Faced with that, it was down to blade and claw. Crossbows, leadshotters, all were forgotten, as the Many of Nem returned to what they knew best.
Amnon was down on one knee, his pauldron bent almost in two by a halberd blow. Totho shot the wielder through the head as he raised the weapon for a second strike.
Meyr"s breastplate was buckled, the catches at his side split apart by the stroke of a greatsword. It was impossible to tell how much of the blood on him was his own. There was a broken spear jutting from beside his neck that must surely have pierced his mail. The Scorpions were leaping on him, climbing up him, trying to unsh.e.l.l him with daggers and their clawed hands.
Totho loosed and loosed, reloaded and recharged and loosed again, picking them off every time Meyr remained still enough to shoot at. The giant grabbed them and tore them away from him, roaring in rage. If he got both hands on the same man, he ripped the wretch apart. Totho wondered whether anyone had ever seen seen an enraged Mole Cricket before. an enraged Mole Cricket before.
Abruptly the Scorpions facing them were more heavily armoured, larger. They thundered into the shields of the two defenders hard enough to drive them back a step, hacking with sword and axe. Meyr backhanded one into the river. Another slammed an axe at his throat which was deflected by the plates of his shoulders. The strap on Amnon"s shield broke under a sword blow and he discarded it, taking his sword in both hands.
Totho slung his snapbow and rushed in beside him, with his own shield on his arm. He received three strikes immediately, two on the shield"s curved face and one to his helm that made his head swim. He tried to lunge back with his sword, but it was all he could do to just stand upright, shield held up and being struck at repeatedly by the Scorpions all he could do not to fall back immediately and yield the breach to them. I am not a warrior I am not a warrior. All he had was his armour, the one thing standing between life and death for him.
Another blow struck his shield so hard that he was knocked into Amnon. The Khanaphir did not even pause in his sword work, merely pushing Totho back with his free hand.
A stingshot struck Amnon clean in the chest, flaring gold, and he staggered. The Scorpions surged forward, but Totho was there to meet them. He raised his shield and sword against the blows, putting his shoulder to the enemy as though he was trying to hold a door closed. Meyr was being swarmed, Scorpions hacking at his legs, leaping up to drive their claws at his throat, hanging off his armour. Totho felt four solid blows land on his shield, numbing his arm. His sword was battered out of his hand.
A Scorpion woman was abruptly in front of Meyr, stepping aside from his descending fist with a deft grace and then driving her spear up with all her might past the edge of his breastplate, under his arm. Totho saw the shaft sink deep through the sundered mail with an explosion of blood. Meyr struck at her furiously with both hands but she ducked inside his reach and ripped at his throat with her claws. Another man, a Scorpion halfbreed, was beside her, one hand outstretched. Totho saw the bolt of golden light strike Meyr"s helm around the eye-slit and the huge man staggered back, rearing to his full height.
The Scorpion woman tore her spear free, turning as she did so and coming back to hurl it into Meyr"s throat, where it stuck, shaft quivering. Totho could hear himself shouting something wordless.
Amnon was there. Amnon was there now, but it was too late. Meyr collapsed on to one knee, a hand on the spear-shaft that was running with his blood. Amnon lunged forward at the woman, for a moment not caring if the Scorpions were through the breach or not. The halfbreed got in the way, fending the sword off and reaching out with the open palm of his off-hand. The stingshot struck Amnon"s damaged pauldron hard enough to rip it off, then the halfbreed"s sword jammed into the Beetle"s side, sc.r.a.ping against mail and severing straps.
Amnon rammed his own blade into the man"s chest, driving it in two-handed up to the hilt. He was ducking immediately to scoop up a new sword, a sharp, slender piece originating from the Iron Glove factories. My sword My sword, Totho recognized it. My sword My sword.
The Scorpions had paused a moment with the halfbreed"s death, and Totho realized it was to give the woman room. She grinned fangs at Amnon and took hold of her spear with one hand, wrenching it from Meyr"s neck. The giant gave out a sound, a monstrous sigh, and toppled backwards.
Totho knew he should find another sword or unsling his snapbow, but he found he could only watch Amnon and the Scorpion woman. Amnon stood unevenly, his weight on one leg. His once-pristine armour was a maze of dents and scratches, missing plates and broken buckles. He had been fighting for too long. It was not the mail that weighed on him, but a deadly weariness. The Scorpion woman looked fresh, fleet, long-limbed and strong. Worse, she looked skilled.
"You killed him," she said, with a nod at the dead halfbreed. "You saved me the trouble. I shall kill you now."
"Do it," Amnon urged her. "I"m tired." He braced himself for it, left hand extended before him to reach for her spear, sword held wide to cut.
A stir of unease rippled back through the Scorpions, and at first Totho imagined it was because of the two combatants, perhaps because they had realized who Amnon was. They were looking upwards, though, more and more of them following suit. He tried to do the same, but the lobster-tail plates that guarded the back of his neck had locked in place. Now Amnon himself was tilting his head back, falling from his fighting stance, and the Scorpion woman too. Totho cursed and wrenched at his helm, finally tearing it from his head entirely.
Something struck him in the face as he did, and then another: tiny impacts like insistent little insects. A third followed soon after. He touched his face, which was grimy with dirt and sweat, and found it wet.
There was a look on the faces of the Scorpions that he could not identify. Amnon had tilted his helm back, the better to see what was happening. His expression looked shaken, wide-eyed with fear.
"What?" Totho demanded of him. "It"s only rain."
Amnon stared at him. All around them the drops of moisture were slanting down, thicker now, the air grown misty with them, the sound a constant hiss off the bridge"s stonework, off the river below.
"Rain," Totho repeated. Amnon shook his head.
"I know of rain, for I saw it once in the Forest Alim. It rains on the sea, sailors say, but it never rains here."
"It must," Totho argued. The Scorpions were actually cowering back. Only the woman still stood straight, clutching her spear as though it was a talisman.
"It has never rained in Khanaphes," Amnon said firmly, barely audible now over the rain which fell faster and faster, battering at them. "Not ever, in written record, has it rained here." He could not have looked more horrified and frightened if the Scorpions had been about to skin him alive. "It is the wrath of the Masters, their judgement on us."
"It"s just rain!" But Totho had to shout, and even then he was not sure his words were heard. He looked into the sky and saw it boiling and thunderous, full of pregnant clouds that surely could not have been there a moment ago. The sun had gone dark with them.
He felt his stomach turn as he looked upriver, and the sight struck a blow that his armour could not protect him from. There were clouds rolling and seething in the sky all the way north. They were following the course of the river, a great train of deluging clouds as far north as the eye could see, curving with the meanders of the Jamail.
Impossible, he thought, but his eyes saw what they saw, although, as the rain became more and more furious, he could see less and less.
Amnon was now crouching, in terror or reverence, and many of the Scorpions were fleeing the bridge or milling madly. They could have captured the eastern half of Khanaphes right then, but the storm had struck them with the same fear as had infected Amnon.
And what about the other Khanaphir? Totho turned and peered at the east city. He could see little enough of it, but it seemed to him that the roofs of the houses were dark with people. He went to the bridge"s parapet and gazed north again. Abruptly he could not breathe. He wanted to shout a warning, wanted to tell Amnon to brace himself. He wanted even more to deny what he was seeing. Instead he could only cling to the bridge"s rail and stare, unable even to close his eyes. Totho turned and peered at the east city. He could see little enough of it, but it seemed to him that the roofs of the houses were dark with people. He went to the bridge"s parapet and gazed north again. Abruptly he could not breathe. He wanted to shout a warning, wanted to tell Amnon to brace himself. He wanted even more to deny what he was seeing. Instead he could only cling to the bridge"s rail and stare, unable even to close his eyes.
There was a wall of water rolling down from the north. It seemed impossible that it would not dissipate itself along either bank, but it did not. It descended purposefully on the city of Khanaphes with the inexorable speed of a rail automotive. The bridge, of course, stood in its path. Totho had cause to remember the bridge"s many pillars, narrowed and lowered to impede shipping. At last he dropped to his knees, still holding on to the parapet.
He counted down the seconds in his mind. He was slightly late for, just as he counted two two, the entire bridge jumped beneath him. Those still standing, meaning most of the Scorpions, fell down. Some were thrown from the bridge altogether.
It will destroy the whole city, he thought, and clawed his way up to look. The river Jamail had burst its banks, the water breaking against the bridge, which still stood despite all laws of architecture. The Jamail had exploded from its course in a ruinous wave of destruction, but heading only to the west.
Totho simply stood there, watching the murderous wall of water roll over the Scorpion war-host, sweeping them without mercy through the pillaged streets of the western city. He saw smaller buildings collapse even as Scorpions sought sanctuary atop them, the detritus of the last few centuries" expansion obliterated in seconds, leaving only the greatest and the oldest of buildings untouched. A few Scorpions managed to claw their way to safety on top of those but, of the Many of Nem, the vast majority were already gone, swept away and drowned by the rushing waters.
The eastern bank still held firm, and that was another thing that Totho knew was impossible. Later he would construct all manner of explanations to account for what he had seen, but right then, faced with the enormity of it, he simply knew that it could not be done, and yet it had been. He had no words for it.
The rain was still coming fast, and hard enough to sting the skin. The Scorpion woman was looking back, watching her people try to flee, fighting amongst themselves to escape, pushing each other from the bridge or being carried away by the roiling waters. When she turned back his way, her face was death.
"Amnon!" Totho shouted, and the Beetle just managed to regain his feet before she was on him. She struck him across the helm with the shaft of her spear, hard enough to stagger him, and then rammed the point into his unarmoured shoulder, drawing a thick welt of blood. Amnon drove for her with his sword out, but she spun aside and struck him across the back of the head, whirling her spear one-handed about her. The claws of her off-hand lunged for him, but sc.r.a.ped off his armour. Amnon cut back at her, making her jump away. He was moving too slowly, though, and she was as swift as a Mantis. When safely at a distance, she stabbed at him with her spear, when within his sword"s reach her claws raked for him. She danced about him, never still, forcing him always to stumble after her.
She lashed her spear across the side of his head, snapping him round and sending him to one knee. Her claws pincered around his neck, digging into the mail there. She twisted his helm back and poised her spear above the eye-slit.
Totho shot her through the centre of the chest. The bolt pa.s.sed straight through her, and she shuddered once, but remained standing for some time before the spear fell from her hand and she collapsed. He turned to face the other Scorpions. He had surely broken some law of single combat, and no doubt they would come for him now.
They were backing off. Although there was only water beyond their end of the bridge, they were backing off. Totho could not understand it until the Khanaphir soldiers pa.s.sed him.
They were just the neighbourhood militia, untrained civilians with their spears and shields, but they were enough. They swept the demoralized Scorpions ahead of them like the river itself, furious and fierce, and when they had done their work, the Jamail took over. So ended the Scorpion siege of the city of Khanaphes, and the enduring memory Totho had of its conclusion was Praeda Rakespear kneeling beside Amnon, trying to pull his helm free as she wept.
Forty-Four.
For a long time, Angved was too shaken to make any rational decision. The words, Well, now I"ve seen everything Well, now I"ve seen everything, just kept rolling round his head like a mindless mantra. At his back was the leadshotter, half covered by a tarpaulin. By the time they had got that far, it and they had been so thoroughly soaked that the effort had grown pointless. The only problem with firepowder artillery is that you can"t shoot in the rain, even if you would want to The only problem with firepowder artillery is that you can"t shoot in the rain, even if you would want to. He knew that damp powder would not have mattered if they had a row of trebuchets, but even then it would be impossible to spot targets in this downpour. Loading would become a nightmare of slips and errors. I"ve never known rain like this, never I"ve never known rain like this, never. In the Empire, the serious rainfall tended to come late in the year, but Angved had visited the Commonweal during the war, where up north in the highlands it rained more, and even snowed. There had been nothing to touch this, though. An entire army swept away. Well, now I"ve seen everything An entire army swept away. Well, now I"ve seen everything.
His Scorpion crew were crouching beside him, all bravado stripped away. Another half-dozen Scorpions had been lucky enough to climb up on to the roof there, which was now an island in the rising flood. He was acc.u.mulating Wasps, too. The other engineers were abandoning their placements to find Angved, because they were soldiers, and in times of chaos they looked for authority.
One of the Slave Corps landed nearby at a skid, shaking himself. It must be a nightmare to fly through this, but they had been trying to find Hrathen, seeking orders.
"Any sign of the Captain?" Angved asked.
The man shook his head. "He was in that, last I saw." He was pointing somewhere, but the rain veiled anything he might be pointing at. Angved knew he meant the bridge. "The Khanaphir are driving what"s left of the Scorpion army into the river. I saw no fliers. He must be dead."
"Right." Angved shuddered. "How"s the water level now?"
"Steady," another of his engineers reported. "Not risen for a little while, so it must have peaked. What in the pits are we going to do?"
"I"m a.s.suming command as ranking officer," Angved said, loud enough to be heard. It did seem to him that the rain was now lessening. "Listen to me and do what you"re told, and we"ll get out of this yet."
"And for what?" one of the Wasps asked. "They"ll have us staked up on crossed pikes. This is a total disaster."
"Maybe not," Angved said. There"s one thing left that could turn this from a footnote in the histories into an Imperial triumph. After all, who gives a spit about a few dead Scorpions or whether some backwater city gets sacked or not? You just have to step back from things to see what"s really important There"s one thing left that could turn this from a footnote in the histories into an Imperial triumph. After all, who gives a spit about a few dead Scorpions or whether some backwater city gets sacked or not? You just have to step back from things to see what"s really important. "Genraki," he beckoned.
"Chief." The sodden Scorpion looked more oppressed by the rain than by the death of so many of his fellows. They were not a sentimental breed.