arm, he winced. Not in shock like the girls, then, just hurting. But there was no time for mourning-not foreither of them.
“Boy,” she hissed.
“G-gran?” he stuttered. “They’re dead. E-everyone. All ofthem.” His hand fell limp against his leg. “I tried what you said. I tried!”
“Shhh. It’s all right,” she said quietly.
“No, it’s not!” He pulled free of her grasp. “N-no one wouldlisten to me. They ran, and then I had Bregya and her youngest boy, and she l-looked at me and she… she…” He swallowed, turned away. “They’re alldead, except us,” he said finally.
Gran patted his shoulder. There was nothing she could say that would mend this, and just now, she wanted to weep for her own son. But this boy… he kept things inside when he was upset. She didn’t dare let him do itwith this. “I’m sorry, Lhors. It’s a dreadful thing. At least you and yourfather did what you could to avert it. Remember that.”
The boy’s eyes brimmed, and his lips twisted in anger. “Whyremember?” he managed, his voice thick with tears. “Will it change anything?”
“Not now, but it will help you later.”
He swore a soldier’s oath that shocked her silent. “I don’tcare about later! My father-he had no chance! He fought for the king all hisgrown life! And then, only to be cast off like an aging horse because he was too old to fight! To send him out here to protect peasants!”
“And we were grateful to him. He gave us his skills, and hegave us you. Second-guessing a life is foolish, Lhors,” Gran said flatly. “Hedied a hero. Remember that.” She wrapped both arms around him briefly. “We can’tstay here, Lhors. There’s no time. The giants may return. Are you hurt?”
He shook his head.
“You’re certain no one lives?”
He nodded.
“You’ve checked the cellars beneath the houses that aren’tburned?”
“All of that. There’s no one.” He gazed helplessly at thetwisted, blackened wreck of the stable.
Gran closed her eyes briefly. “Lhors, we’ve work to do, youand I.”
He nodded faintly. “I’ll fetch shovels-”
“No, there are too many, and there are other immediate needs.One of us must go to High Haven at once to see if they were also attacked. If not, they must be warned of the danger, as must every village around us. I will have one of the High Haveners ride down to New Market with the warning and have him bring back men to dig graves or build pyres.”
“But I can dig-”
She laid a finger across his lips, silencing him. “No. Youhave another, harder task. You must catch Old Margit or one of the other horses and take the road to Cryllor. You must request an audience with Lord Mebree and inform him of what has happened. At the very least, you must warn the guard company there that giants have done this.”
Lhors stared at her, his mouth slack. “Go to… Gran, whywould they care? And I can’t ride worth a-”
“They’ll care,” the old woman replied bluntly. “Aboutrevenues at the very least. Dead villagers don’t pay taxes. But the guard willhave to stop giants who are bold enough to openly attack the way those did. Remember that this is not a plea for our lowly selves. Remember that. Keep this in mind instead: taxes. The king will send an army to keep the money flowing.”
The boy swallowed, and his prominent throat-apple bounced. “Gran, you’re mad! You’d send me to convince a council? My father was only acaptain of one of the hill companies, and that was over twenty years ago!”
“Yes, but that’s more than any of the rest of us ever were.You are the son of a soldier, and that’s more than anyone else can claim.
“I can try,” Lhors said doubtfully, “but I won’t leave youhere alone. We’ll all go. If I can catch Margit, the girls can ride her to HighHaven. Then I’ll go on, I promise you.”
To her dismay, Gran’s eyes filled with tears. She dashed themimpatiently aside. “Good lad. Go find Margit. We’ll wait here.”
1
Old Margit was nowhere around. Lhors searched for the marefor nearly an hour before giving up. If the giants had not taken her, then she had fled too far away for him to find, so he returned to the husk of a village to fetch Gran and the girls.
Before the sun was much above the horizon, Lhors, Gran, and the two children were on their way to High Haven. The first hour or so, they did not trust the road, fearing another attack by hiding giants. Instead, they stumbled their way through trees, brush, and the occasional creek. Their progress was excruciatingly slow, and after a while, Lhors urged them onto the road so that they could find refuge all the quicker.
They reached the tiny herding village at midday. Gran and the girls remained there while the villages remaining able-bodied men readied their defenses and prepared to go back to Upper Haven to bury the dead. Lhors went on, carrying a flask of water, a few ripe apples, a bit of bread, and a clay jug of herbed oil to pour over it. Mostly, he ate and drank as he walked. Now and again, he ran when the road was smooth enough, though nightfall slowed him to a walk again.
He reached a small garrison outpost in the hills just short of daybreak the next day. Fortunately, his father had friends among the small company of scouts who patrolled the surrounding hill country. Lhors had no trouble passing on word of the destruction in the foothills. He had rather hoped to be sent back to High Haven, but the captain, a tall, bearded man named Edro, had other ideas.
“You’re young and trained by your pa, but no true soldier,lad. And you have cause to petition for a company to come and clean out these giants, if they’re still about. I’ll take some of my men and head to Upper Havenmyself to make sure the folk are safe and all. You better travel on up to Cryllor and let Mebree know what’s happened out here. So happens, your pa servedMebree before he retired. You stand a better chance of getting the lord’s earwhen someone like me might not.” He also ordered a horse, an old gelding with arough gait and a hard mouth, for the youth. “I’ll tell you truth, lad. No onehere wants to ride old Bruiser. But once he’s far enough away from his stable,he’ll cover the ground for you, faster’n you could do yourself.”
There wasn’t much Lhors could do but agree to the addedjourney and take the horse-a raw-looking old white brute with long, brownishteeth and a pink nose that had been badly chewed on at some point. Bruiser was no better than Edro had promised, but the bone-jarring trot ate up distance.
Late on the third day out of High Haven, he rode up to Cryllor’s double gate and gratefully handed the gelding’s reins over to theguard.
Cryllor was an outpost, a fort that still resembled one, though these days it was the size of a small city. It was quite the biggest place Lhors had ever seen. Despite the grief that swaddled his mind and emotions and weighed on him like a stone, he couldn’t help but pay heed to sights thatranged from the exotic to amazing.
The city was ancient and many-walled. As it had grown from a log-walled garrison to a minor fortress and finally to a city, it had expanded well beyond the original fortifications. Still, the lords of Cryllor had prudently maintained that innermost wall and made certain that new outer walls were built as needed. Some of the newer barriers had been razed as the city grew. The stone from the previous outer bastions was then used in the new ones or broken down to be remade into buildings or to pave new streets.
The oldest three sets of walls remained in place. The innermost still enclosed Lord Mebree’s manor and served as a final defenseagainst any enemy strong enough to win through the main battlements and the city itself. The other two rings were each four man-lengths across-but hollow. Theystill served as barricade, barracks, stables,
