The 9th Fortress

while Harmony kept us waiting. Before we could question her reasons why, there came a knock on the other side of the door. Harmony leant forward to return two knocks on the wood. She then sat back on her animal and waited for the entrance to creak open. It did, cutting down the middle to form two, inwardly grinding doors. 'Who opens these doors?' asked Kat, cheek twitching.

'I have a friend inside,' Harmony answered, plainly. 'He is known to you. There is nothing to fear men.'

'Known to us?' I said, baffled. 'Who is he?'

The doors parted enough for Harmony to click her horse into the Fort. Kat passed me an indifferent expression before following her in. His casual attitude was reassuring, so I set my horse toward his.

Past the doors, I was relieved again to discover an ancient and barren place inside. Surrounded by a fence of wooden poles with the suffocating trunks beyond, the fort contained many dilapidated shanty homes constructed over a surface of flat clay. There was an elementary looking stone temple in the centre of this enclosure, a place of worship presumably with numerous tents dotted around it. I searched for the man supposedly known to us, hoping to see Sir Isaac Newton or even master Bludgeon. Unfortunately, a thunderous strike of two slamming doors woke me from naivety, and looking back over my shoulder, I watched five bogs fixing the entrance shut.

'You said it was to keep them out!' I cried at Harmony Valour — her watery lips grinning back: 'Twas not successful…'

Time seemed to slow as bogs hunched from those dank corners and crevices — a hundred — two hundred. Kat, our horses and I shuffled side-by-side — looking into each other's eyes — no thoughts in our heads — no ideas. Bogs hedged us in with their curved blades, sharp spears and mouths snarling zeal. This was a stockade — and we were its prisoners.

The minute Harmony Valour stepped off her horse two dozen bogs left us to feed on that poor steed. Happily, she passed over the reins and watched with perverse delight as they devoured the animal with hands stripping flesh, stuffing hair, meat and entrails into their gobs.

'What do we do Kat?' I gasped, freaked out. 'What do we do?'

'Remain on your horse,' he replied through gritted teeth. 'I will get us out of this!'

Then, cool as you like, Kat climbed off his horse; one leg after another. Once bogs caught the whiff of his movement they moved in, encompassing us in a circle of black bodies.

Kat eyed up the bogs, but eyes couldn't see anything else. His removal of the katana inspired a growl around the rabble, then a hiss as Kat pointed the sword at the mutated legions. 'Attack!' he yelled, fury turning the end of his nose red. 'Attack now!'

I was gob-smacked by his bravery.

'Attack me!'

The monsters moved to allow one particular bog to enter the angry ring — the giant Grutas, who rested his battleaxe on a strong shoulder. The hissing became deafening as Kat and Grutas took tantalising steps toward each other. They had business to settle, and it could not wait. Both appeared confident, Kat twirling the katana and Grutas tensing his muscle-bound arms in preparation.

‘Stop!' a voice abruptly bawled. 'At once!'

Fever for blood broke immediately, and the bog ring frittered away to reveal Harmony Valour and the smirking wizard at the foot of the temple. Scarfell wore a patch over the left eye I'd removed with a flute. Kat lowered the katana to his shin — business with Grutas would have to wait.

'Welcome to my home!' said Scarfell, delighted. 'Grutas — remove Fox from his horse!'

Obeying that order, Grutas strolled past Kat with a twinkle in his eye. 'You don't have to,' I stuttered back at the giant, 'I'll get off mys — '

The flat end of his axe battered me off the horse. I lay blurry headed on the clay as our animals fled around the Fort. They were quickly seized and eaten by the insatiable.

'I want Fox unconscious!' demanded Scarfell, over squealing horses and bloody butchery. 'Put mud in his lungs!'

Grutas pressed his foot on top of on my head until my nose snuffed in the grey muck. Scarfell cackled as the giant held my face in place.

'You!' Kat roared at Grutas.

The bog leader's eyebrow perked up on seeing the katana, aimed between his eyes.

'Come here…' growled Kat. 'Come now.'

Grutas removed his foot from the back of my head and I barfed out mud. There was something more in Kat's anger, compassion maybe, I don't know.

'Back away Grutas!' ordered Scarfell, his hand motioning the giant away. 'The samurai will be only too happy to kill you.'

Grutas' features seemed to melt, and when his brain eventually understood the order, the undermined strongman was enraged — his erratic axe severing one bog in half, before kicking and hacking the unfortunate thing to a smudge.

'Do as I say!' cried the wizard, playfully sparking fire like flint off his knuckles. 'Your adolescent behaviour grows increasingly on my nerves, Grutas! Out of my sight with you!'

Covered in bog blood, Grutas stormed toward one dilapidated tent, releasing his fury on any pig solider within range — biting his teeth into one head and smashing his fist through the chest of another. The loss of three bogs simply amused Scarfell, who now walked to Kat. 'Drop the sword samurai,' he said calmly. 'This time, you are well and truly surrounded.'

Scarfell respected Kat's talents by remaining far from his sword, whilst I paused ever so still on my stomach, tasting the muck between my teeth, reality seeping in. Although I knew Kat was only one man, I somehow believed, no matter how ridiculous, that the legend would get us out of anything.

'What do you want wizard?' asked Kat.

'I have plans for you both,' he said. 'Throw down your sword is the first… and prey I do not destroy you where you stand.'

Kat surveyed his surroundings with that poker face. I was probably now the closest person in his life, but I couldn't tell you what he was thinking at that moment in time. Would he attempt to kill every bog and Grutas into the bargain? Or was the added factor of wizard magic too much for him? He arrived quickly at his decision. 'I will drop my sword wizard, but you pray — pray I never hold it again.'

And with that, Kat relinquished his katana — and an army overwhelmed us.

17. Eye for An Eye

Kat was inside a compact cage, complete with iron bars and a sturdy lock. So constricted was he that he could not stand or stretch; so there he sat and waited, with a bad tempered expression, crossed legs and a mind hell-bent on escape.

There was little light in this dense hold, and when Kat finally acclimatized to the murky conditions, he saw ten cells — five down each side with only a narrow corridor separating them. At the far right of that corridor was a closed door, and at the opposing left was a window covered with a block of wood. The vague shadows of fellow prisoners shuffled in confinement, followed by the occasional clang of body parts hitting the bars. There were constant mutterings of discontent here, and a pitiful sobbing coming from the cage directly in front of Kat's.

'Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.'

This prayer came from a female, incarcerated in Kat's adjoining cell. 'He maketh me to lie down in green pastures,' she continued, a hint of French about her accent;' he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his names sake. Yea though I walk through the valley of death I — '

'Enough!' Kat barked. 'That won't help you escape woman!'

'It won't help me escape,' she said, 'but it does help. You are new here.'

Kat did not answer his neighbour, but he did respond to her hand, reaching through their shared bars to pat on his leg. Like an agitated gorilla, Kat snatched her wrist and yanked the arm toward him.

The woman shrieked as her face smacked the rigid bars. 'I only wanted to be certain!' she cried. 'I wasn't