The Awakened: Book One (9 page)

“Hard starboard!” he yelled to the men as he pushed on the rudder.

The boat pitched and swerved to the right.  Adair almost lost his footing, grabbing the railing for balance.

Another sharp crack sounded as the crew struggled to adjust the sails, hoping to maintain their momentum.  Adair turned to see a splash on the rippled surface of the water as another projectile came skipping toward them.  Judging by the angle, it was aimed more accurately than the first.

“Brace yourselves!”  As the words left his mouth, the middle of their tiny boat erupted in a shower of saltwater and splinters.  The jolt knocked Adair off his feet and he rolled across the deck as the boat pitched to the port side and began to fill with water.  He clawed at the wood decking to get a handhold, when his eyes settled on the body of one of his crew only a few yards away.  The man’s midsection was almost completely missing.  It looked as though the projectile went straight through him as well as their boat.

Adair pulled himself to his feet and scanned the boat, trying to get a sense of the damage.  Water poured across the deck and the weight was rolling the ship back to its starboard side.  The remaining soldiers jumped overboard, abandoning the ship which was nearly ripped in half and sinking fast.

Adair ran to the nearest port railing and dove over the side.  The other men were already a short distance away and splashing so loud that Adair could follow them by sound alone.  He began to swim east with a steady pace that he could maintain for a long time. 
At this point, the most important thing is to keep moving.
  It took only minutes to catch up to the others.  They had slowed considerably after using up their energy with panicked strokes.  As Adair closed in on the men, he risked a look behind, but the light was gone from the western sky and nothing could be seen.  Even their sinking boat was only a slightly darker blot on the water.

Shouting voices came across the water from the direction of the enemy ships and Adair’s heart dropped.  He had hoped they would be satisfied with sinking his ship, but it sounded as though he and his men were being pursued.

“Ahh!” one of his men grunted.

We’ve reached the coral.
  “Try to stay on the surface as much as possible.  The water is shallow, but we should still be able to get over it if we’re careful.”  Adair tried his best to sound confident for the men, but he was out of his realm of experience.  He really wasn’t sure how close the coral grew to the surface, but it sounded good, and at this moment, keeping the men from despair was important.

Adair flipped over on his back and began to swim with a backstroke, keeping his body on the surface.  Then he noticed an orange light hovering over the water behind them. 
A lantern!
  The flickering glow illuminated what appeared to be six men rowing and several others standing.  Whatever hope Adair had of escaping these men, it had just ended.  The rowboat was much too fast for panicked swimmers.  
We’re not going to make it.

“We’ve got to split up,” he called to the others.  No one acknowledged him.  He repeated his words a little louder, but all they could hear was their own splashing.  Adair decided not to risk yelling any louder to the men and veered to the left, taking his own advice instead.  He quickly lost sight and sound of the other men, but the orange light continued to move forward.  Adair adjusted his own course even more to stay out of the light, turning directly to the north.

“Stop where you are!”  The words came across the water to him and for a brief second, he thought he had been sighted.  Then he heard shouts, followed by complete silence.

I’ve just lost my crew!

He quickened his pace and continued to swim north.  The minutes passed slowly and Adair began to grow tired.  After fighting fatigue for as long as he could, he slowed to an easier pace.  The glow of the lantern had disappeared.  He wasn’t sure how long he had been swimming, but he knew that he couldn’t keep this up forever.  Gradually, the sky lightened and he turned to see the moon rising over the eastern horizon.  As it climbed higher in the sky, the concealing darkness vanished.

The orange light of the lantern reappeared a moment later.  It was only fifty yards away and it looked like they had already spotted him.  The rowboat moved swiftly, coming alongside of Adair as he floated in the water.  The men standing in the center of the boat were holding bows, stretched taut with arrows ready.

“Climb aboard,” came a raspy voice.

Adair knew it was pointless to resist, though his mind still raced to find a way to escape.  Against his instincts and years of training, he swam over to the boat and grabbed the extended hand of one of the rowers.

“That’s it, nice and easy,” the man with the lantern spoke again.

The rower pulled and Adair slid into the boat, rolling over the side and slumping onto his back with exhaustion.  The bottom of the boat had a musty smell like it hadn’t touched fresh air in a long time.

The man with the lantern stepped forward and held the lamp over Adair’s limp body.  “I already know from your late friends that you are the Captain.”

Captain?
 Adair was relieved that his men hadn’t told the whole truth.  Although the position of Captain evidently gave him some measure of safety, being a Colonel and the Governor of
Bastul
was something that should stay hidden.

“Yes, that is true,” he replied, sitting up and wiping the saltwater from his eyes.  “What do you…”

Out of the corner of his eye, Adair caught a sudden movement.  He didn’t even have time to flinch before something hard slammed into the back of his skull and everything went black.

Chapter 6

Adair was vaguely aware of being dragged across a smooth floor.  He felt the sensation of his legs, from the knees down, sliding on a hard surface.  He could hear the footsteps of the men that were on either side of him, half carrying him by the shoulders of his tunic.  The fabric was cutting into his skin.  There was an elapsed period of time between this realization and when he regained his vision.  As soon as he opened his eyes, the sight of his own reflection in the marble, four inches away from his nose, caused a shooting pain in his head.  He quickly shut his eyes, but his temples pounded, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the pain.  He tried not to make any sound or movement as he winced.  The pain gradually lessened into a dull ache, emanating from the base of his skull, spreading down his neck and into his shoulders.  He decided to risk opening his eyes again and found his vision to be blurry.  Even through the blur, the sight of the intricate black marble veined with silver streaks passing beneath him was too much.  His head began to spin.  He shut his eyes and darkness returned, a welcome retreat for his overwhelmed vision.

“Is this the one?”  The voice seemed loud in the surrounding silence.  The two men had stopped dragging him and were talking with a third man.  There was a pause before the reply, probably for some gesture that Adair couldn’t see.

“He made it close to the outer wall.  We almost didn’t know he was there until it was too late.”  Adair was listening intently for any information he could glean from this.  He could feel a slight tug on his right shoulder and his captor continued.  “He started to run through the
reef
, but we got him.”  There was another pause and Adair wished he could watch this conversation from somewhere other than where he was now.  There was much to learn, even from people’s body language.

“Take him to the end, last cell on the left,” said the third man.

Good, only one guard so far.
  He took note of this as a matter of habit, knowing that any information of his surroundings would be useful at some point.

Without another word, the two soldiers continued to drag Adair down the hall.  He knew that they were going to put him in a cell, probably to be questioned.  There was no other reason to keep him alive. 
But then my chance to escape is gone.
  The thought of trying to get away from these two soldiers and the guard they just passed made Adair feel queasy.  He knew under normal circumstances that these two men would be no match for him, but the third man, coupled with the probability of blacking out from the exertion, made the situation very dangerous.  But he had no other options.  As these thoughts were sluggishly making their way through his head, he felt the soldiers drag him around a sharp corner, turning to the left.  Once out of site from the guard behind them, Adair seized the opportunity.

The men were carrying swords at their right sides; the scabbard of the man on the left had been knocking into his arm the whole time.  He listened to their steps to get the timing and suddenly reached both arms around the back of the soldiers’ legs.

The two men tripped over their own feet, sprawling onto the floor in front of them and losing their grip on their prisoner.

Adair pulled his feet underneath him and pounced on the back of the soldier to his right, pinning him to the ground.  He reached down to the man’s waist and grabbed the hilt of his sword, attempting to rip it from the scabbard.  It stuck at first, the awkward angle not allowing it to come free.

The soldier on the left was quicker than Adair had anticipated, already gaining his footing and pulling his own sword free.

Adair somersaulted forward over the soldier beneath him while keeping his grip on the sword.  It came free and Adair rolled to his feet on the other side with the sword in his hand.

The other soldier wasted no time and attacked immediately.  Lunging forward, he swung his sword at gut level with a backhanded slash.

Adair back-stepped the passing blade and thrust his sword into the man’s chest.

The soldier dropped immediately to his knees.

Adair wrenched the sword out, spinning around to find the other man on his hands and knees.  Before he could get to his feet, Adair drove his sword between the man’s shoulder blades and the soldier collapsed on the floor.

Adair’s head was spinning, but he gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the growing nausea.  Darting back to the corner of the hallway, he laid in wait for the guard who was sure to have heard all the commotion.

Mere seconds elapsed before the guard came running around the corner.

Adair swung his sword in a level arc and caught the soldier in the face, stopping his upper body momentum while his legs continued forward and swung out from underneath him.

Adair dragged the bodies into one of the nearby cells and piled two of them in the corner.  He stripped off the clothes of the third man and changed into them, using his own to wipe up the mess in the hallway.  His head was still spinning a little, but he was feeling better with every breath.  The guard had been armed with a spear, but Adair decided to keep his newly acquired sword instead, to complete his disguise.  The attire of these soldiers was much different from his own military dress, with leather sandals that crisscrossed up his lower leg, coming almost to his knee.  The guard’s tunic had long sleeves and only reached to Adair’s waist, where a pair of calf-long trousers completed the uniform.  The sword was similar to standard Orudan issue, only a few inches longer and slightly narrower.

Who are these people?
  Everything about them seemed relatively normal; nothing was foreign or outlandish except their secretive presence on the ocean.  They weren’t part of any group that he knew of, but their skin and features suggested they were from this part of the world.  
Does the Emperor know about them?
  Just as the thought came to him, he dismissed it.  The Empire was the most advanced military in the world and they owed that to two reasons—organization and communication.  If the Emperor had any operations so near to
Bastul
, or even knew of something, Adair would be the first one to know.  For the meantime, Adair brushed the thoughts aside and concentrated on finding a way out of this place.

Disguised as one of the enemy, Adair strode confidently down the hallway, turning to the right and heading in the direction from which he had been dragged.  As he walked, he tried to take note of any details that might later prove useful.  Flames burned in sconces at eye-level along both walls, dimly lighting the hallway.  The floor was made of a smooth black marble, highly polished, and it reflected what light the torches cast.  The walls were made of a more ordinary stone, duller than the floor, but still black.  Adair couldn’t find any seams where the stones were joined together.  It was as if the whole hallway had been carved out of one giant rock.