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Authors: Tom Lloyd

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‘Archers, aye,’ Doranei said, ducking his head in acknowledgement. ‘Time to make our presence felt.’
At Veil’s order the twenty-odd archers edged over the crest of the hill and took up position. Doranei, crouched just behind them, watched the first of the attackers fall - they were barely forty yards downslope, and sitting targets whether they advanced or retreated. Two men fell in the first volley, and three more as the attackers struggled on up the slope. Doranei guessed they were warrior-monks of Karkarn, in which case it was a safe bet they could put those halberds to good use, but their ascent would be slow.
‘Ebarn,’ Doranei called, beckoning the stocky woman over. ‘Give them something to make the rest of ’em think twice, Veil, signal the troops.’
As Veil went to signal the garrison soldiers Ebarn joined Doranei. She let her dirty green cape fall from her shoulders, revealing a rust-coloured tunic adorned with thin silver chains and crystal shards. As she knelt, trails of light began to drift over her body, slipping from one silver chain to the next, then swirling around the shards. as though driven by a breeze Doranei couldn’t feel.
The dancing strands of light became a flurry, changing from white to yellow and orange and as Ebarn raised her arms as though in supplication, fat coils of flame raced up them. With a shout, she threw her arms forward and twin lances of flame streaked away towards the monks. One was caught full on and consumed, and as he fell back into a comrade, he too was set alight. The other streak of flame hit the ground and a fiery barrier sprang up across the enemy’s path. As the monks stopped for a moment the Narkang archers took advantage, catching one more in the throat.
The monks turned and began to make their way around the flames.
‘First squad to the left flank,’ Count Reshar called in a hoarse voice, ‘second squad up on the peak.’
Doranei looked at the ground where they would meet as Ebarn unleashed more scorching magic to thin the enemy ranks further. The archers were on an outcrop that dipped away steeply in front, but a curved slope arced round that up to their left, the natural path up the slope and the one the monks were making for. They had their heads down and their legs were pumping as they struggled up the hill. It was madness for them to keep coming - but they were doing it all the same.
‘Better you than us,’ he said aloud, ignoring the look he received from Count Reshar as he unshipped the large weapon slung on his back. Aracnan’s sword still felt oversized and awkward in his hands, and its speckled black surface looked unreal in the afternoon sun. Behind the monks the Menin legion had been spurred into activity, breaking into defensive regimental blocks, the first of which had already disappeared out of sight around the hill. The rearmost block dissolved and began to follow the monks, but laden with armour and shields they’d be even slower to get to the battle ground.
‘They’re sending the cavalry around,’ a sergeant called from the right flank.
Doranei looked behind him. There were two score cavalrymen left, and he doubted they’d try and ascend the hill - that would leave them no room to manoeuvre, and even the shallow part of the slope would prove treacherous on horseback.
They’re going to try to slow up the garrison
, he realised.
We’re both trying to make the other side hesitate.
Veil appeared on Doranei’s left, weapon in hand, as the count waved forward the two squads of recruits. They assembled behind the archers, waiting until the monks were no more than ten yards away, then Doranei yelled for them to charge. With spears levelled they ran into the group, screaming wildly, with Doranei at the fore. He smashed aside the halberd of the first monk, cutting through the shaft with blinding speed, but the monk didn’t hesitate, dropping to the ground and hammering the shaft into Doranei’s shin as the King’s Man slashed down at his face. Doranei took the blow on his greave and beheaded the man with his next blow. He almost overbalanced as the magic-imbued sword parted flesh with frightening ease, just avoiding being spitted by one of his own men.
Veil appeared in his lee and deflected a halberd down into the ground with his shield, only to be kicked in the ribs by the Menin monk. He staggered, his full weight keeping the halberd down, while the enemy tugged at it, desperate to free it. Doranei never gave him the chance, and hammered the pommel of his sword into the man’s face. The monk fell without a sound, but Doranei was already throwing himself at the next man.
Yells from either side told him the flanking squads had engaged, but he was too busy with the remaining two monks ahead of him. He dispatched them both with savage ease, looked around and saw one remaining monk behind him, desperately fending off Veil - only to be spitted by a recruit. Half a dozen more were reeling under the assault from the right and as they faltered, the recruits couldn’t resist what looked like an easy target and charged forward wildly.
One monk died in the initial rush, but the others exploited the gap in the line and began to lay about them with their halberds, felling four of the young men in a matter of seconds - but the second squad, finding themselves presented with unarmoured backs, cut the monks down where they stood.
A cheer died in the throat of the nearest man as Doranei turned and glowered at him.
‘That’s as good as it’ll get,’ he bellowed at the youth, ‘so shut up. You only cheer if you last the day.’
The soldier averted his eyes quickly and muttered an apology. Doranei continued to glare until Veil moved between the two, then it was Doranei’s turn to look abashed.
Veil put his hand on Doranei’s shoulder. ‘Peace, my friend,’ he said softly, ‘you’ve enough enemies already down there, too many even for your grief.’
My grief only needs one
, Doranei thought with a heavy heart. ‘Grief is a shadow,’ he said, quoting King Emin’s words whenever one of the Brotherhood was killed.
Veil nodded. ‘And we don’t submit to shadows,’ he said fiercely. ‘We can mourn when the war is won.’ He thumped Doranei on the chest with his fist and turned. ‘Let’s see what they’re up to back here.’
Doranei followed him back to their previous position and the two men looked down at the grassy plain leading to the village. The first of the Menin infantry regiments had rounded the hill: five untidy ranks of twenty. In the distance he could see the garrison troops advancing about half a mile off. Their orders were to approach close enough to threaten, but to retreat when threatened themselves, unless Doranei’s band had attacked. A red flag fluttered nearby, the signal they were in need of support.
‘We’ve made them think at least,’ Ebarn commented, joining the pair, ‘but we haven’t got enough arrows to deal with a full assault.’
Veil nodded. ‘Let’s hope you’ve given ’em cause not to.’
‘They’ll have to,’ Doranei said. ‘They can’t leave us sitting behind them while they chase those garrison troops - and they won’t turn tail and run.’
‘More’s the pity,’ Ebarn agreed. ‘Reckon we’ve got some time; they don’t look like men in a hurry.’
‘Waiting for nightfall?’ Veil wondered. ‘If we can’t see to shoot the ascent’s a damned sight easier.’ He pointed. ‘The slope there’d be easy enough.’
‘Means they can’t see what we’re up to, though. Once night falls we creep down the poorly defended side and cut throats on our way.’
‘It won’t get to that,’ Doranei pronounced. ‘They know we’ll fuck off soon as it gets dark, so they won’t wait.’
‘Aye,’ Veil agreed in a resigned voice, ‘they’re élite infantry; they know what they’re about. They’ve got all afternoon to advance behind shields up that slope. We either attack a greater number behind a shield wall or head down and find enough waiting to slow us up ’til we get it both ways. The garrison troops won’t get too close, in case they get pinned down by cavalry.’
‘So we let them come at us.’
‘You sure?’ Veil asked quietly.
‘Aye, no other choice. Archers and one squad stay here, deal with those coming up on our backs. The rest we string in a defensive line, hold ’em off as long as we can. The garrison can snipe at their backs. Maybe we can string it out ’til nightfall.’
‘That gives Daken a chance,’ Veil agreed, ‘but the king won’t want to pay the price of Ebarn for it.’
Only Veil and Ebarn knew Doranei’s full orders: to delay this legion long enough to give a mobile strike force time to slip in behind them. The five-thousand strong force commanded by Daken, the white-eye mercenary, comprised the finest troops King Emin could put together. Thus far his tactic had been one of steady retreat and ambush, using local knowledge to stay ahead of the Menin.
The invaders had had to break up their larger armies as they were forced to chase many smaller units. Now the pattern had been established, they were relying on the Menin not expecting a full-scale assault - and certainly not one with the ferocity the Mad Axe was likely to bring.
‘If that’s what it’ll cost, that’s what we pay,’ Doranei said after a while. He knew Ebarn was a superb military asset, and one the king would be loath to lose, but Emin Thonal would not shy from the deed if it dealt the enemy a grievous hurt.
‘The pair of you are too important,’ Veil insisted. ‘If we last ’til dusk, you must slip away.’
Doranei met his friend’s determined gaze. ‘And leave a Brother to die? Fuck you, not again.’
From the shade of the trees two figures in all-black armour watched the Menin regiments. They were alone in the forest except for their horses, tethered nearby.
‘These tactics are somewhat familiar,’ Koezh commented. ‘Perhaps someone should tell King Emin what happened last time.’
‘I suspect he is fully aware,’ his sister said. ‘No doubt it was part of the attraction.’
‘Ever contemptuous of men of war, dear sister - I thought you had a higher opinion of him than that.’
Zhia turned to look at her brother, but Koezh’s helm was down and she could discern little from the whorled black metal. ‘Genius has its own concerns. Would you wager King Emin has never refought Aryn Bwr’s wars in theory and wondered where he could surpass him?’
‘Perhaps not,’ Koezh admitted. Without taking his eyes off the soldiers ahead, he sat down on the raised root of the oak tree shading them from the afternoon sun. With fingers made clumsy by gauntlets Koezh unfastened the baldric holding his sword on his back and placed the weapon on his lap.
‘The birds are silent,’ he said after a long pause. He looked around at the trees. The forest was unnaturally quiet. ‘Do you think that’s our fault, or the soldiers?’
‘You know the answer,’ Zhia said sharply, ‘so save the banalities for your servants back home.’
‘Really, sister, it’s not like you to get so emotional over a pretty face.’ Koezh leaned forward to look at her face. ‘Do you intend to intervene?’
‘You would prefer me to leave him to his fate?’
Koezh made a noncommittal sound. ‘He was present at Aracnan’s death, a man I have known for a long time.’
‘A man who deceived you over his allegiances,’ Zhia pointed out, ‘and one I doubt you owed a debt of any significance.’
‘It sounds like you do intend to.’ When Zhia didn’t respond Koezh leaned back against the trunk of the oak. ‘I take it back; I have seen this sentimentality of yours before - once, at any rate.’
‘Careful, Koezh,’ Zhia warned, ‘let’s not discuss the past too deeply. Of those left to blame for my curse, you are principal among them.’
‘I do not deny it. I merely sought to remind you that sentimentality in war can only ever lead to hurt. I joined Aryn Bwr out of belief; you followed him out of love.’
Zhia touched her fingers to the Crystal Skull fused to her cuirass. The Skull was flattened to a disc on the metal’s surface, the round plate underneath it etched to show a death’s head when covered by a Crystal Skull. She had never been able to decide whether that was a joke of Aryn Bwr’s, or not. The last king had forged both, and each of the Vukotic suits of armour had a similar plate, but his humour had sometimes been alien and unknowable, even to the young woman who shared his bed for so many years.
‘Saving him does not mean I join a cause,’ she said, and Koezh tasted magic blossom on the air, ‘but nor will I stand by and watch him die.’
Koezh didn’t reply as he watched his sister deftly sculpt a spell. It was far beyond the skill of most mages: a complex, intricate blend of arcane words and shapes that he sensed hovering in the air like a cloud of moths drawn to her flame.
Indeed it does not
, he thought as Zhia drew the spell into the body of the Skull, placing one hand over it and crouching to place the other flat on the ground.
What will force you to choose, I wonder? Love brought you to ruin during the Great War; is that why you avoided Doranei before the Farlan arrived outside Byora? Do you fear making the same mistakes again, or are we beyond mistakes, just as we are beyond redemption?
CHAPTER 26
Corl went to the window again and peered down at the street below. Sundown had come and gone without remark by those outside, only Corl and his two companions seemed to have noticed. Within their room all was calm, outside reigned chaos more frenzied and desperate than usual. Tirah was draped in the colours of high summer; a haphazard network of ropes linked the rooftops, from which trailed twists of ribbon and cloth - in bright greens and yellows, for the main. In the sky, long furrows of cloud whipped by overhead, swallowing starlight like ravening dragons.

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