Its all right, Gregory whispered. Its one thing to kill in the heat of battle the way you did two days ago. This is different, even if it is a troll. It may be war, boy, but this is as close as a lawful man gets to black murder. He put a reassuring hand on Richards shoulder. You did just fine, son. More than one mans turned and run the other way.
Even as he talked he continued to scan, carefully watching the trail and the surrounding forest. After a few moments of checking the signs to see if the struggle had alerted others, he said, Good. Theyre spread out too thin, hunched over fires and falling asleep from exhaustion. No one saw us. Come on.
Gregory stepped back, picked up the feet of one of the trolls and dragged it away from the fire, hiding it on the far side of the boulder. Richard hesitated then finally reached down and dragged his own victim. The body was heavy, he could feel the warmth of it even through the foot wrappings. He laid the body down next to the other. Gregory had rolled the troll half over and was stripping off the heavy blanket wrapped around its shoulders.
Take his too.
Richard tried not to look at the body but did as he was ordered, imitating Gregory as he wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and over his head. They stepped around the boulder. Picking up a handful of broken branches he tossed them on the fire and sat down, pulling the troll cloak up over his head and face, motioning for Richard to do the same.
No sense in blundering around any more. You can see the mine theyre hiding in.
He motioned across the trail and as the snow fall slackened, Richard caught a glimpse of a flickering glow, the entry way to the mine, several guards silhouetted at the opening.
Might as well stay comfortable as we watch. The relief for those two will come up at some point and well deal with them the same way.
Richard swallowed hard, nervously scanning the woods and trail. The storm continued to thunder around them, throwing down an icy mix of rain and sleet. The trees creaked and groaned under the load. Occasionally a branch snapped, the crack echoing above the roar of the storm. At times the mist closed in, the glow from the mine disappearing, then lifted, revealing the encampment where the enemy waited out the storm.
If we didnt have the Tsurani to worry about, Id be tempted to try and turn the tables, Gregory whispered, breaking the silence.
How is that?
Set up an ambush. Tough thing to do, though. He glanced around, as if seeing the hills in the blackness. Mines in this area are all the same lots of veins of iron, silver, some gold there are certain to be several other entrances to cover and they must have an inner circle of guards watching. Still, it would be good not to leave this nest of murderers alive.
Gregory reached over to the pile of firewood, and tossed another branch on which flared up.
Richard stiffened.
Dont worry, boy. Just keep that cloak up over your head, theyll think were with them.
Richard nodded.
Youll do fine.
I dont know, said the young man, barely above a whisper.
Its difficult the first time you have to get close to kill another. You see their eyes, see the light in it go out. Even a trolls eyes have that light. Id be worried if you didnt feel something after that. I dont like hunting with a man whos a killer without that feeling.
Theyre the enemy though, Richard offered, trying to sound harder than he actually felt.
Gregory sounded thoughtful as he asked, Are they?
Trolls and moredhel? Of course; theyre the enemy.
Gregory nodded. Well, they were created by the gods, the same as we; thats a fact. Maybe if one was born in our towns or villages, raised with us, maybe theyd be our friends. I dont know. He chuckled. Moredhel, maybe. Seem a lot like elves, though to say that aloud to Tinuva is to invite a cold reply. Trolls, though, I dont know. Cant imagine one taking the cows to market, if you see what I mean. He poked at the fire with a stick. Some folks say their hate for us is in their hearts from birth. Either way, learned hate or instinct to hate, we sure have to fight them often enough. But never become like them, Richard. Never think taking a life is easy. Do that and in a way they win.
Richard was startled. In his brief time with the company he had thought of Gregory as nothing more than a man of the woods, a scout who was respected for his skills and his seemingly inexhaustible strength; but a philosopher?
You sound like my old mentor.
Brother Vasily?
You know him?
Gregory chuckled.
Remember lad, I know your family. Fought beside your father when the Emperor of Queg tried to capture Port Natal. Vasily and I raised many a glass together. Ah, now there was a rare fine thinker.
Richard said nothing. His father. Gregory knew the Squire. And what would he say?
Lad, if you dont mind me saying it, your father is one fine soldier, but I wouldnt want him as my sire. Hes a hard man.
Richard lowered his head. The beatings. That seemed to be the only way the old man knew how to treat his sons. If they did well, there was, at best, silence; but fail in anything and there would be a beating. As the eldest surviving son, he felt that the old man would never be satisfied. Too often there was mention of Quentin, twenty years older, from the Squires first marriage, killed in the last war. Always the Squire spoke of him as the worthy son who should have inherited all, and that Richard was the weak second choice.
Quentin was a good man, Gregory said.
Again there was the disturbing sense that the Natalese scout somehow had the sense, the ability to read the thoughts of others. I see the same in you.
Richard poked at the fire, saying nothing. I dont think our captain sees it that way, he finally ventured.
Gregory chuckled. Dennis is a hard man on the surface, just like your father. He has to be out here not just to survive but to preserve those who serve with him. But underneath, hes very different. If he has a fault its that he loves his men too much. Every death burns his soul. Jurgen was like his elder brother, the closest friend he has ever known. You just happened to be in the way.
I caused his death.
Dont ever say that again. Dont think it. War is cruel. Men die. Jurgen did what any man would do: he went to save a comrade.
I wish I had died instead.
Why?
Richard looked over at him. Because, he lowered his head, my life for his. Who was more worthy to live? Who did the company need more? I know the Captain wishes it had been the other way around.
Jurgen lived his life well. He had fifty years or more, you but eighteen. I think thats a fair trade. He gave you back years you never would have had. Just remember that and dont feel guilty. He didnt do it because you were the son of a squire. Remember that as well. Hed have done it for the son of a peasant or thief. So live every day after this as if it was a gift from him, and when the time comes some day, pay it back the same way he did.
Richard looked over at Gregory, unable to speak. He realized now why the scout had wanted him out here on patrol, so that he could share these words with him.
He didnt know what to say in response.
Gregory stiffened and at nearly the same instant Richard noticed it as well, a sound, slush crunching, something moving on the trail.
He didnt know what to say in response.
Gregory stiffened and at nearly the same instant Richard noticed it as well, a sound, slush crunching, something moving on the trail.
Lower your head, Gregory whispered, then move when I do, and do what I do.
Richard did as ordered, the trolls cloak pulled up over his head, his shoulders hunched forward, watching out of the corner of his eye. There were three of them, two trolls and a moredhel.
Should we run? Richard wondered, but Gregory did nothing.
The three drew closer, slowed. The moredhel held out his hand, motioning for the trolls to stop. They stood less than ten feet away. He barked out a command.
Gregory grunted, head swaying as if coming awake. He growled a comment, and one of the trolls snorted as if in amusement.
A gust of wind swept the group, sparks flaring up from the fire. The moredhel took another step closer, snarling angrily, and then, to Richards eyes, everything seemed to shift, as if time was slowing.
The moredhels movement changed, as if he had suddenly realized that something was wrong, that he was not dealing with two trolls who had fallen asleep on watch.
Gregory started to stand, the cloak falling back, and at the same instant his hand snapped out, and his dagger was twirling over the firelight. A second later, the moredhel was dying, the dagger having slashed open his throat. Gregory was up, cloak flung back his sword drawn.
Richard stood, dagger in hand and leapt forward, following the scout. It was over in seconds, so complete was the surprise. Gregory split the skull of one of the trolls who stood gape-mouthed, staring down at the moredhel who was clasping at his throat, staggering backwards, trying to hold his lifeblood in as it sprayed out between his fingers.
Richard leapt for the second troll and this time he almost did it right, driving his dagger straight in, cutting the trolls throat, losing the blade when the troll jerked backwards, the dagger jammed into his lower jaw.
Richard stepped back and then leapt with surprise since he had stepped into the fire.
Gregory was bending over the moredhel, cutting down, ending his agony. Warily he looked up, then crouched low. Richard looked with him. Gregory pointed: there was more movement on the trail. From the entrance to the mine there was movement as well, shadows reflecting the flash of spear points from the fire within.
Time to leave, Gregory whispered, I think theyre going to try a night attack, figure were asleep. Weve got to let Dennis know.
Reaching into a pouch at his hip he pulled out several caltrops tossed them on the trail and kicked slush over them.
Come on, lad, I think its time to get moving again. What they find here might slow them a bit but we better pull out. He glanced at the sky. Snows lessening. Itll clear tomorrow. Wed better be somewhere else when it does.
They turned away from the trail and as they did so Gregory patted Richard on the shoulder.
We might make a scout out of you, yet, lad.
Then the Natalese set off at speed, disappearing into the night. Richard was left struggling to keep up.
Chapter Five
Accommodation
THE SNOW STOPPED.
Asayaga chanced a look over the wall. The mist was blowing clear; it was possible to see across the narrow clearing as the light of the middle moon illuminated the ice-covered forest. He could feel the temperature dropping as a cold wind lashed in from the north-west.
Good and bad, he thought. Well be drier but the ground will be icy, making footing difficult. He had never seen frozen water before coming to Midkemia, as his homeworld was a hot world compared to this one, but he had become as close to an expert on cold weather warfare as any Tsurani could after nine winters in the field; he didnt like it, but he understood it.
Force Commander.
He looked down. It was Tasemu. He had ordered the Strike Leader to stay in the barracks hall to keep watch, not trusting Sugama to maintain order.
Asayaga nodded, motioning for him to climb the ladder and join him on the wall.
Tasemu crouched down beside him.
Force Commander, what are you going to do?
Asayaga chuckled and sat down by the Strike Leaders side.
Do? At the moment he had no answer to that one. A dreaded enemy blocked the way back to their lines, and unbelievably he was sharing a meal and spending the night with nearly sixty Kingdom troops.
May I venture to say that my Force Commander is not sure of the future path? Tasemu announced, sounding quite formal but in so doing offering Asayaga a chance to ask for an opinion.
Theyd been together since the start of this war and rank notwithstanding, he knew Tasemu to be a friend, and not just a loyal retainer. If they ever got back home theyd assume the old roles, but out here it was different.
Speak your mind, Tasemu. What future do you see? Asayaga asked, taking up his Strike Leaders offer of advice.
Tasemu sat back against the stockade wall and looked up. The low scudding clouds parted for a brief instant, revealing the stars. Tasemu rubbed the patch over his empty eye-socket, a habit of his when he was thinking hard.
The black-skinned one, the Natalese, he is a deadly foe, as is their captain, he replied finally. I have caught glimpses of them in battle several times. Only glimpses, but I know we have faced them before and lost. Killing those two would be a great coup, worthy in fact of the sacrifice of this entire unit. Later it would save the lives of many of our comrades.
Asayaga snorted derisively. I never knew you to be worried about the skin of others, especially of the Clan Shonshoni. This does not sound like your thoughts. It is what Sugama is saying, not an old veteran like you.
Tasemu smiled. It is what he is whispering at this very moment, Tasemu acknowledged, nodding back towards the barracks, and more than one is listening in there.
And you? What do you think, Strike Leader Tasemu?
Tasemu hesitated, then said, Hes right you know.
If we were back at camp: and he was out here alone, Id gladly shout such advice to him, Asayaga replied heatedly. Id shout for him to kill as many Kingdom warriors as he wants and die a glorious and honourable death himself in the process.
But we are not in camp, we are here, stuck with these barbarians and those damned Dark Brothers waiting to kill us all. He used the Kingdom words, rather than the Tsurani Forest Demons as if doing so made them less fearful and more mortal. First we figure out how to survive, then we think about killing soldiers of the Kingdom. If we can combine those goals, so much the better. If not
He fell silent and like Tasemu leaned back, looking up at the stars, wondering, as so many soldiers of the Tsurani did, which one might be home. Or if they could even see the yellow-green star that was home to Kelewan.
So, you are not planning then to kill the Kingdom soldiers, or try for their leaders? Tasemu pressed.
When its worth it, Asayaga replied sharply. When its worth it to my family I will do it. But here? So what if we kill this Natalese and their captain. How many of us will survive when that fight starts?