Jommy didnt need his companion to tell him that; he could feel waves of heat rolling off the creature. Steam exploded from every step it took in the wet sand. Men on all sides were still locked in struggle, but there was nothing remotely organized about the conflict, and Jommy knew there was no way to coordinate any sort of counter-attack or even organize an orderly withdrawal. We need to have everyone fall back to that big rock over there! Jommy shouted, pointing with his sword.
Servan nodded. I dont know where the General or the Captain are.
They paused and looked up and down the cove, until Servan cried, Up there!
Jommy saw Kaspar and Captain Stefan fighting back to back twenty yards up the hillside as half a dozen pirates circled them. Jommy looked at Servan.
What now?
Jommy was a good leader in the field and had a rudimentary grasp of tactics, but Servan was a born leader, a first rate strategist as well as an instinctive tactician. That big rock is our rally point, and Ill try to get to them
Jommy looked over again to where Kaspar and Stefan fought, and saw Jim Dasher again seemingly out of nowhere appear behind the two men fighting Kaspar. With a dagger in each hand he stabbed both men in the back of the neck, and they dropped instantly to the ground. Suddenly it wasnt six against two, but four against three, and as one of the men turned to see what happened to his companions, Kaspar ran him through and it was three against three.
Jommy shouted, Ill go this way, you go that, get the men moving! Get word to the General where we rally!
Servan nodded and ran off, circling away from the flailing tower of flames that howled and lashed out in all directions. Jommy headed down the beach to where a knot of his men faced off against an equal number of pirates. Both sides seemed more concerned with getting untangled than with killing one another. Jommy shouted, To me!
Breaking off the fight, his men retreated towards him, and within moments a fairly orderly withdrawal was underway. Moving to the agreed-upon position, Jommy motioned for the men to follow. Rally at that rock. Look for the General!
Now the conjured creature, burning as brightly as the hottest fire Jommy had ever seen, lumbered in his direction. Watch out! he warned and motioned for his men to move off and circle around to the rally point.
As they pulled away from the flaming monstrosity, men shouted that another boat was landing. Things are getting out of hand, Jommy said to himself. As he glanced to see where the raiders were positioning themselves, he realized he was being flanked. If he wasnt careful, the enemy he had left behind would use his retreating men as a screen, allowing them to loop around and hit Kaspars position from the rear.
You, you, and you, Jommy said pointing at the three nearest soldiers, two from Roldem and one from Kesh, follow me. He gave a great war cry and charged at the closest raider.
From behind him he heard one of the soldiers from Roldem shout, Are you mad?
Jommy shouted back, I want them to think so!
The others followed and Jommy raced straight at the pirates who, seeing the men running straight at them, braced themselves for a charge. Just short of contact, Jommy shouted, Run! and turned and fled back up the beach towards the hillside where Kaspar and Stefan were organizing a defensive position. A quick glance over his shoulder made Jommy wonder at the futility of that: the creature was becoming ever more enraged, thrashing out at anyone within reach. The only benefit this gave to Kaspars forces was that the raiders now had to consider the monster as much as the men they were fighting. The difference was that Kaspar could organize his forces and pull them up the hillside to the base camp on the ridge a mile away if he had to. The raiders had nowhere to go but try to launch the boats, but now two of them were flaming from the horrors touch and no man looked willing to brave getting past it to the remaining boats. Some would no doubt flee up the coast to where the fourth boat had landed, but Jommy doubted it could hold all who wanted to escape the monster.
Theyll be coming this way in moments, he shouted. Get to the General and dig in!
Already fatigued from the short but intense struggle on the beach, men ran uphill in the mud, and suddenly Jommy realized there was no sound of fighting behind him. All he could hear was the echoing bellows of the monster, the rain in the woods above, and the panting of men nearly out of breath as they struggled to get to safety.
They reached Kaspars position and saw men furiously making defensive positions, with brush and rocks and digging small trenches with swords and daggers. All the while the bowmen struggled to keep their strings dry enough to be effective against the enemy who were surely only moments behind those coming up the hill.
Here they come! shouted Kaspar.
Jommy reached the first line of defenders and turned. A knot of raiders had formed at the base of the path and were fanning out to attack. He glanced to the north and saw another band of raiders fleeing for the remaining boat. As if reading his thoughts, Kaspar said, If we get through this well send a squad that way to round up any stragglers.
Why shouldnt we get through this, General? asked Servan, still out of breath.
Theyre attacking uphill and were ready, said Jommy.
Im not worried about those cutthroats, said Kaspar. Its the thing following them that bothers me. Its stopped getting bigger, but its setting fire to everything it touches.
And were standing uphill, said Captain Stefan.
Ah, maybe we should pull back and get on the other side of the ridge? observed Jommy.
No time, said Kaspar. Archers! he shouted.
A few arrows arched overhead and the attackers scattered, but the bow fire was ineffective. Damn rain, said Servan.
The men hurrying up the hill looked at those waiting for them and just kept coming. Jommy flexed his knees, his sword ready to parry or strike; and then it struck him. The only battle cries were from his own men: those coming at them were labouring, their panting breath barely able to meet the demands of the climb, let alone enabling them to shout or scream. There was a grim resignation on their faces. They were determined but they didnt show the usual edge of madness that Jommy had seen in other confrontations. These men knew they were going to die.
Jommy made his way back until he was next to Kaspar. General, those men are going to let us kill them.
The former Duke of Olasko nodded. They have that look, dont they? He turned and shouted, I want prisoners! Then with an eye on the flaming monstrosity behind them, he quietly added, Should any of us survive.
The creature had wandered aimlessly lashing out at anything it could, but now it seemed to have turned its attention to the hillside. Jommy said, I think its seen us.
I have no idea if the thing even has eyes, said Kaspar, but wed better get this under control, because its definitely coming this way.
The first half a dozen raiders to reach the defenders threw themselves forward with manic ferocity. Several of Kaspars men were wounded, but every attacker was cut down. Jommy waited, but no one approached him directly. He saw there were a dozen corpses on the ground just below where he waited, and farther down the hillside a knot of perhaps two dozen men watched. One of them said something and others nodded, then they broke forward, and now Jommy could hear shouts and cries. He did not recognize the language, but the intent was clear: they meant to kill as many of Kaspars men as they could before dying in their turn.
Jommy saw one of the raiders turn, run down the hill and taunt the creature. How he had managed to do this, Jommy couldnt imagine, but it mattered little because the man had attracted the monsters attention. He slowly led the fiendish being up the hill and then waited. Jommys eyes widened in astonishment as he saw the raider put down his sword and let the creature crush him as a man would an insect. The mans scream was short and high-pitched and came to an abrupt halt. His body had exploded into flames a second before the creatures fiery hand had touched him: even at this distance, those on the hillside could feel the heat.
A second man raced down, halfway between the monster and Kaspars position just as the attackers reached the defensive position. But this time instead of a furious assault, the tempo was more that of a probing attack, something Jommy had come to understand was what soldiers did at times when they were trying to gauge the enemys strength.
Suddenly he understood. General! Jommy shouted.
Yes? replied Kaspar as he easily slapped aside a half-hearted thrust from a raider who had got between two soldiers. The General slashed with his blade and the raider fell dead, his throat fountaining crimson.
Theyre bringing that thing up to us! Theyre dying in order to bring it here! Jommy said.
Idiots, said Servan, but he looked distinctly nervous.
Jommy was forced to admit their tactic was effective, if you didnt mind dying to make it work. A third raider had now given himself up to the creature, and the ferocity of the heat was almost unbearable.
As if recognizing the hopelessness of their position, a handful of the enemy feigned attacks and purposefully left themselves open for killing blows.
Prisoners! shouted Kaspar. Keep one of them alive!
Jommy couldnt stand his ground; everyone started to retreat before the forge-like heat of the monster. At the same time the raiders advanced and Jommy was forced to fight while backing up a steep hillside. The footing was wet and treacherous. Jommy killed one man only to almost die as another man shoved his companion into Jommys blade. Only a quick blow over Jommys shoulder by another soldier gave him the seconds he needed to pull his blade free.
Jommy almost lost his balance as his heel caught on a rock, and he barely avoided an enemys sword thrust. He lashed out wildly and even though his opponent was willing to die, he pulled back out of reflex. When he sprang again Jommy was ready and the man died silently.
A desperate struggle ensued as men wishing to live tried to give way to men willing to die. Jommy felt the tempo of the conflict change and he recognized a difference in the battle around him: panic was imminent. The men of Kaspars company were becoming desperate as they attempted a nearly impossible organized withdrawal, and the attackers were becoming frantic as they sought to keep from being captured while leading the monstrosity to their foes.
As they struggled to retreat up the hillside, a loud thrumming filled the air.
The creature was abruptly bathed in light as a shaft of white brilliance shot down from the clouds. It became transfixed, unable to move, and several men took wounds because they had stopped fighting in order to watch it.
Jommy killed a man in front of him, and glanced over the dying raiders shoulder. The enemy appeared to have sensed that the day had been lost, and they began to back away.
Abruptly both sides disengaged. Jommy shouted, General?
Wait, came the order and Jommy did so. He watched the creature below as the raiders moved towards it, never taking their eyes off Kaspars men. The rain now appeared to be cooling it off, as if the creatures mystic fire had lost its power. The sizzling sound of steam exploding off its surface diminished and its colour faded from a brilliant hot yellow back to the red-and-black appearance of molten rock. Jommy looked over his shoulder at Kaspar, and saw another figure high on a rock behind him. Look, General, he said, pointing.
A being dressed in buckskin leather, with long flowing golden hair, stood holding a staff above his head. He appeared to be chanting. It was obvious to Jommy and Kaspar this was the author of the mystic light.
With a shudder, the creature dissolved like hot rocks falling apart. Great clouds of smoke filled the air.
Prisoners! shouted Kaspar: too late. The raiders, seeing no escape, wordlessly turned their swords on one another.
Jommy had seen enough men die in fights to know killing blows when he saw them. He turned to Kaspar and shook his head. The Generals expression was a mixture of disgust at losing his prisoners and open relief at the intervention of the newcomer, who was obviously a magician. With a sigh, he said, Must be one of Pugs, come to look out for us. Good thing, too
Jommy shook his head. I dont think so, General.
Captain Stefan and Servan both came to stand by their commander as the figure on the rock put his staff down. Its an elf, said Servan. As I live
Kaspar said, I think youre right, Lieutenant.
The elf said something, a question from the tone of it.
I speak more than a dozen tongues and I dont recognize it, said Kaspar.
The elf walked slowly down from his position above them, then halted half a dozen paces above Kaspar and studied them for a moment. I said, who are you to be trespassing on the Peaks of the Quor? He spoke the tongue of Kesh, but with an odd accent and cadence.
Im Kaspar, former Duke of Olasko and commander of this company. As for trespassing, Im here with the permission of the King of Roldem and the Emperor of Great Kesh, both of whom claim this region.
The elfs features showed no emotion, then after a second resolved into an expression of dark humour. Your masters vanities do not concern me. This land belongs to the Quor.
Trying to remain civil, Kaspar said, I want to thank you
Before you thank me for anything, human, realize I did not save you from the elemental creature. It was a thing of magic so foul I needed to dispose of it before I deal with you.
Deal with us? said Kaspar.
Yes, said the elf. You are all my prisoners.
Instantly, men took combative stances, for while there was only one elf, they had just seen him vanquish the monster with seemingly no effort. Kaspar said, And do you, alone, intend to capture all of us? There were still thirty combat-ready soldiers behind him.
No, said the elf and then he raised his voice and said something in the other language.
As if by magic elves appeared from behind rocks and trees, at least twice as many as Kaspars band. The one thing that stood out most about them was their appearance: all were blond, had sun-browned skin, and the same sky blue eyes as the magician. And all of them wore the same buckskin so that it was almost a uniform, save for a slightly different cut to a tunic or fringe on the sleeves. Some elves had feathers or polished stones woven into their braids or a warriors knot, and many wore their hair down, long past the shoulders. Most carried bows, with arrows pointed at them, and another half a dozen carried staves. Kaspar was certain they were magic-users like the elf before them. After a moment he said, Throw down your weapons. Reluctantly the men obeyed, and Kaspar said to the elf, We surrender.
The elf nodded. Gather your wounded who can travel, and come with us.