Almost simultaneously Hal and Ty cried, No!
Hal put his arm around her waist, half-lifting her, and started toward the downhill slope.
No! shouted Ty.
Hal turned to look, and Ty pointed off in another direction. That way.
Hal took off and Gabriella and Ty followed. Without communication it was understood. Hal would keep going with Stephane no matter what happened, while Ty and the Lady Gabriella would turn and hold off the pursuers as long as possible should they be overtaken.
After a moment, Stephane said crossly, This is impossible! She pushed herself away from Hal, shouting, I can run! and took off at a staggering run down the game trail.
Dont! shouted Ty, but it was too late.
Four staggering steps sent her tumbling and she cried in pain as she rolled down the trail.
Oh, gods! Hal leapt after her, almost losing control as he raced down the trail after her, Ty and Gabriella a step or two behind him.
Stephane continued her out-of-control tumble, crying as she struck rocks and branches tore at her clothing and flesh, until she hit hard against an outcropping of rocks at the lower end of a small clearing. Hal was at her side a moment later. Kneeling beside her, he said, Dont move.
She looked up at him. Im an idiot, she said weakly.
He pressed quickly where he could, seeing if anything was broken, and found a spectacular collection of abrasions, bumps, and small cuts, but at last said, I dont think youve broken any bones.
I feel dizzy, she said weakly as Ty appeared.
She must have bumped her head.
Can we move her? asked Gabriella.
Yes, said Hal. He picked up the Princess and tossed her over his shoulder as he would a sack of grain, ignoring her moans. He set off down the trail, hearing the voices of their pursuers.
There they are! cried Ty.
Hal turned and as gently as possible put the Princess down, drawing his sword. I can see the road below, he said, but we might as well stand here.
Ty had his sword out and Lady Gabriella her long belt knife when the first two pirates hove into view. One almost ran up on to the tip of Tys sword, barely backing away in time. The other jumped towards Hal and for his trouble had Hal ran him through the stomach as Gabrielle slashed his throat.
The first pirates heel caught a rock and he fell backwards, just as three others approached slightly more cautiously. They spread out and one spoke. Give us that girl and the rest of you can go.
Found your friends, did you? asked Ty, with a grin.
Hal said, Four to three. Shouldnt be much of a bother.
Another half a dozen men came up behind the first pirates. Well, ten to three, said Ty. That might pose a problem.
Your last chance, said the leader. Walk down the hill and you live. Youll be in Ran inside two hours. Stand another minute, and youll die, and we get the girl either way.
Ah, wheres the sport in just walking away? asked Ty with a grin.
You take the five on your side, said Hal loudly. Youre the Masters Champion, after all.
Well, you almost beat me, he replied.
Several of the pirates laughed, but the leader looked at Hal and said, Youre Duke Henrys boy?
I have that honour.
Lot of ransom. He motioned to his men. Take him alive too. Kill the other two and if the girl is alive, have your way with her, but first to touch the Princess dies at my hand, understood?
As he turned to look to see if his men were following orders, he heard a dull thud a moment before he reached up to his throat. His eyes widened, then started to go blank. Gabriellas throwing blade was lodged firmly in his throat and he died trying to pull it out with weak fingers. Now, who wants to be the first to try to have his way with me? she hissed as she held her dripping dirk and another knife she had drawn out of her boot.
The pirates hesitated. Hal, Gabriella, and Ty formed a semi-circle between Stephane and the would-be abductors. The attackers approached cautiously and Hal said, If the lady doesnt carve up too many of them, perhaps we can settle once and for all whos the best blade. Most kills?
Loser buys dinner when we get to Ran.
The pirates shouted and charged and Hal was almost bowled over by a burly man who received a wicked slice along his arm for his pains. Blood spattered over Hal, and over Stephane where she lay on the ground behind him, and he howled in pain.
Ty let the first man on his right extend and overbalance, then grabbed him in a headlock, slicing the back of his sword hand with his blade, then wheeling him around so that his rump faced the other four men, just as one struck a blow, taking his companion in the backside. The man howled in pain. Ty released him, then drove his left elbow down into the mans neck, stunning him.
The half-dazed man served as a momentary human barrier, and Ty reached across it to cut the sword hand off another of the remaining three men. His stump fountained blood and he cried out as his sword and fell dropped to the ground, and backed away.
Both Hal and Ty were trained in swordcraft far beyond most young men. Moreover, they were not merely competitive swordsmen, but sons of fathers who understood the skills of brawling as well as soldering.
Men who had not trained to fight alongside one another were often more of a liability than an asset, and Ty and Hall moved instinctively away from one another, while Gabriella stayed close to Stephane, her own blades ready to protect the princess.
Hal ducked and sliced at a mans hamstring as he stepped by, Hals finely-honed blade cutting through a heavy leather boot to topple the man. Now there were six.
Realizing almost simultaneously that their biggest risk was being swarmed by the rest, Ty and Hal began furiously to hack and lunge, inflicting half a dozen minor injuries before the men fell back.
One man bumped against the man next to him, moved the wrong way and Ty skewered him in the lower abdomen, causing him to collapse in a groaning heap. Now there were five.
Seeing so many comrades fall, the remaining pirates pulled back, stealing glances at one another as if attempting to coordinate their attack. Their expressions showed each was waiting for another man to take the lead.
One muttered, Its our necks if we come back without her.
Another said, And it looks like its our throats if we keep trying.
What the remaining pirates saw was Hal and Ty hiding their exhaustion, and a strong-looking young woman crouched low with two weapons she had already shown she knew how to use. Even Stephane sat up, back to a rock, holding a dagger, determined to make any man who touched her pay a heavy price. The remaining Pirates appeared uncertain of which way to move.
There was a moment of silence, then as one the five pirates launched their attack, followed an instant later by three others, the fourth turning his attention to the girls. Ty parried the man on his left but took a nasty cut along the ribs from the one on his right before slamming the man in the face with his right elbow, the blow catching him under the chin and driving his jaw upward, stunning him. Ty turned full-circle and cut the other man across the back of the neck and he fell like a rag doll.
Hal spun to his left, taking him beyond the two pirates who had launched themselves at him, causing the man who had moments before been about to take Hal on the left, to discover Hal now far to his right. As he attempted to turn, to open up, he died from a deep thrust through his right side. Ty was quickly dispensing with the other two men, as they conveniently got in one anothers way, allowing the young master swordsman the opening he needed to quickly impale both with sharp thrusts.
Hal shouted, Gabriella, guard the Princess! He realized his warning was gratuitous, as Gabriella made short work of the pirate who had foolishly picked her as an easy target. He had come in expecting the longer reach he had with his sword to give him an advantage, and made the mistake of making a cutlass slash rather than a killing thrust. She had ducked under the cut, come up inside his reach and used her two blades to carve him up before he could recover.
The last man tripped over that corpse as he backed away from Hal, falling on his back at her feet. Gabriella knelt and without emotion drove her dagger into his throat.
Two wounded men groaned, while a third was unconscious and bleeding. Hal nodded once with a grim expression to Ty, and soon the three men were dead.
Hal turned to confront an ashen-faced Stephane. Are you hurt?
Quietly she said, Did you have to kill them all?
Hal looked into her eyes and without emotion said, Yes. If others come by they wont be alive to raise alarm or tell which direction weve fled. She nodded. Again he asked, Are you hurt?
She said, Just my ankle. No one got near me.
Good, said Hal. He put up his sword, grabbed her by her left arm and drew her over his shoulder, as he would a sack of grain.
When they reached the road and stepped out, they were greeted by a waiting squad of men on horseback, swords out and two bows trained on them. Halt in the Kings name, said the ranking sergeant.
Hal put Stephane down and drew his sword. Ty said, Boots.
Hal saw these men were uniformly equipped and let out a slow breath of relief. The sergeant pointed uphill and indicated two of his men should head up and see what all the noise had been. Now, who are you and what are you doing on the Kings Highway?
Ty glanced at Hal as if silently asking how much they should say. Hal answered, No disrespect, Sergeant, but I really need to speak to someone of higher rank in the city.
The sergeant, his face looking like a sack of sunburned leather, large pouches under his eyes from too much drinking and too little sleep over the years, rubbed his chin with a heavily-gloved hand. Higher rank, is it?
The two riders returned, Lots of bodies, Sergeant. Wearing the Kings tabard.
Swords started coming out of scabbards but Hal said, Pirates, wearing Kingdom tabards. Have your men go back and look closer. Youll see clothes, weapons-
Boots, interjected Ty.
-from no garrison stores in the Kingdom.
The old sergeant sat back, his expression revealing he had little use for complications in what should be an otherwise ordinary patrol. Weve had word of such to the east. He motioned and the two returned up hill, only to come back a few minutes later. Its as he said, Sergeant, said one rider. Cutlasses and the like. One of the dead has Keshian sandals on.