Martin turned just as Bethany arrived, and if he was surprised to see her there, he didnt show it. A quick play of expressions across his face betrayed his internal debate about what to do with her, but he finally decided that telling her to do anything was futile. Without her asking, he said, Raiders.
She glanced over the wall, and despite the nights gloom could see the dark figures carrying torches down near the docks. What are they doing? she asked.
I dont know, but Im not about to risk men tonight to find out. The docks and foulborough are deserted and anything worth saving was fetched inside the city walls days ago. Besides a couple of rotten fishing boats at anchor, theres nothing there of value.
Theyre setting fires, said Lily.
Brendan leaned back a little, looking behind his brother and Bethany so he could clearly see the girl. Lily, he said with a nod. You shouldnt be here.
Her eyes got wide and, feigning surprise, she said, Oh?
Brendan smiled, My brother wont say it to her, he nodded at Bethany, so I felt the need to say it on his behalf, even though I know telling Bethany to do anything is a lost cause.
Martin ignored their banter. He looked up to the sentry on the closest tower and shouted up to him, What do you see?
Just what you do, sir. Theyre setting fires all over the docks.
Brendan said, What are they up to?
Martin glanced at the bow in Bethanys hand and said, If youre staying, you must do two things: follow my orders exactly and dont get killed.
She kissed him. Tell me what to do.
He glanced around and said, Stand over there, he pointed to a crenel, and watch for anyone coming along the wall opposite you. Youll have to lean out a bit, so dont overbalance. I dont want to open the gate and come out to fetch you back in.
She smiled and said, But you would.
He ignored the flirting, knowing she was hiding her own fear at possibly being under enemy fire again. Shoot anything on that side of the wall that gets close to the gate.
Martin turned to the general assembly of soldiers gathering in the square and shouted, Sergeant Magwin!
Sir! came the instant response from below.
Archers to the walls, and form a flying company opposite the gate!
Yes, sir! shouted the old sergeant from Crydee.
Sergeant Ruther, said Martin in a lower tone, knowing that his most senior officer from Crydee would have by now found his commander on the wall.
Sir?
He turned to look at the grey-haired fighter. Archers are to shoot anything that crosses the outer killing ground, especially anyone carrying torches or oil near the gate.
Sir, he said and set about at once relaying Martins orders.
Ancient cities often outgrew their walls, especially during times of peace; a foulborough grew beyond the outer precincts of many of them, such as Krondor, LaMut, and all the great eastern cities. In some cities like Salador, the inner walled city was the smallest quarter. But the barons of Ylith had been cautious men, who knew how easily the invaders under the Emerald Queen had swept in through the foulborough and over the walls. Since then, no building had been permitted against the city wall behind the fishing town and docks area, creating an effective bailey where archers could punish any attackers.
While a long peace had existed between the invasion of the Emerald Queens army and this Keshian attack, vigilance had been bred into the rulers of Ylith. Moreover, the natural slope of the landscape and the curve of the harbour caused the main gate to the city to be set at an angle unfavourable to attack. There was no easy way to bring a ram to bear on the gate and move it into position for a run. Unlike Crydee, the city gates of Ylith were massive, their huge hinges had knuckles the size of a small tree bole, with three foot leaves on each side held in place by massive iron bolts driven through the foot-thick hardwood. They were as stout as steel after years of drying in the sun, being oiled and tended with preservatives. The Keshians would have to stand on the crest of the road and hurl stones at the gate with their trebuchets, to see how long that portion of the wall could take a pounding. Martin knew they could take weeks of damage before giving out, long enough for relief to arrive from the south.
As he thought of that, he understood. I know what are they doing. Brendan and the girls looked at him as Martin explained, This isnt an attack on our gates. They are trying to prevent any Kingdom fleet from landing.
Brendan appeared confused, then comprehension dawned. The piers!
Burned to the waterline. Martin said, nodding.
The underwater pilings would stove in any hull that got near, finished his brother.
They thought of the three long piers that extended out from the quayside and imagined the tree-sized wooden supports jutting just below the surface.
Bethany said, The tide would carry any ship right into them.
They would have to anchor off shore and row men in to land! added Brendan.
It was Lily who said, I know that slows things down, but theyd still come ashore to relieve us, right?
Martin scanned the tableau before him; the flames had begun to take the buildings nearest the docks and the scene below was quickly growing clearer. Not if they have to withstand The old fortress!
What about it? asked Brendan. Sergeant Ruther had inspected it the day before on Martins order, and had reported back that it was run down, but the walls were still stout; with a little work it could easily be made defensible.
Sergeant Ruther! Martin bellowed.
Sir! As ever, the answer came at once from below.
Open the sally port and get a detachment of cavalry down to the old fortress! Round up a company of foot soldiers and send them on afterwards. At first light I want carpenters and stonemasons down there starting repairs!
Yes, sir.
I thought we werent going to utilize that fort, said his brother.
We wouldnt if we were only facing an assault from one quarter. He paused and let out a slow tired breath. We have to deny them any possible foothold on the eastern shore.
Do you think they mean to seize it? asked Brendan.
Its what I would do if I was going to attempt a landing, said Martin. If they get a foothold on that side of the harbour mouth, install some catapults or trebuchets into that fortress, they can deny any reinforcements a safe landing, and when theyre ready to attack they can hit us from two sides at once. We would not only have to defend this gate, but the eastern gate as well, and that would spread our archers too thinly. We dont have enough men to deal with an assault from two sides.
And if we were forced to sally against an eastern assault, wed have to ride out of the north gate and circle through miles of pasture lands and hedgerows, with no clear line of attack until we reach that beach-
Where their arches would cut us to pieces, finished Brendan.
Martin considered the possibilities for a moment, then shouted, Sergeant Ruther!
The old soldier reappeared at Martins side. Sir?
Where do we now stand with archers? How many do we have?
Those who can fire a bow, sir, or those who can actually hit a target?
Martin hesitated, then said, Fire a bow.
A hundred and fifty, give or take a few, answered Ruther.
Take thirty of our best and that flying company, and occupy the old fortress to oversee the refitting personally. Build a fire under the carpenters and masons if you must, but I want it defensible by yesterday. Suddenly a thought came to him. And take that miniature ballista with you. He pointed to where the portal ballista rested in the wagon that had carried it down from LaMut. Aim it where you think you can do the most damage to the Keshians if they try to seize that emplacement. I have a feeling, he added in lower tones, that theyre going to try to ferry men across and hit us from the east as they assault this gate.
Sir! said Ruther. May I suggest that we might do well with some oil, sir?
Take what you need, but if you use it, try not to burn the place Martin stopped. For a long moment he was silent. Then he said, No. Take as much oil as you need, and if it comes to it, burn that fortification to the ground. If we lose it, well deny the Keshians its use.
Martin glanced at his brother and the sergeant, and then turned his gaze back to the harbour and sea beyond. Kesh wont try to land troops in small boats if they cant gain a foothold. If we place archers in the trees on the hills above the harbour, theres no safe place for them to muster for an assault. More than half would be dead before they got to the road. He nodded.
Martin glanced at his brother and the sergeant, and then turned his gaze back to the harbour and sea beyond. Kesh wont try to land troops in small boats if they cant gain a foothold. If we place archers in the trees on the hills above the harbour, theres no safe place for them to muster for an assault. More than half would be dead before they got to the road. He nodded.
Well done, sir, said Ruther with obvious approval. He turned and ran off.
As flames leapt skyward and the entire foulborough became consumed, Brendan said, What do we do next?
Martin glanced west, then towards the fire, and then eastward, as if trying to see something in the distance that might be approaching from any side of the city. Finally he rested against the stones, already feeling the heat from the fire behind and looked northward. We wait, and hope the night holds no more surprises for us.
CHAPTER THREE
Miranda pointed towards the smoke in the sky.
Fires, said the being once known as Child.
Belog, who now called himself Nakor, nodded. Big ones.
They were riding in a wagon towards the north gate of Ylith, having discovered in LaMut the single most frustrating fact of their new identities: they might have had Miranda and Nakors memories imposed over their own, but they didnt possess their abilities.
Two days of trying to reassert their human abilities, one aggravating attempt after another, had left them both exasperated and at a loss. It was as if they knew the language, yet when they spoke only gibberish emerged. They still possessed their demonic abilities, despite their human appearances, but no hint of the prodigious power that Miranda once possessed now remained. Even in her human guise she was physically more powerful than the strongest human warrior many times over, as well as being faster than the swiftest elf. Her magic was what it had been in the demon realm: an ability to inflict destruction at an astonishing rate. But even the most meagre of Mirandas human magic remained beyond her reach.