“So help me. Keep my friend safe while I do what I need to do.”
He had shaken his head once. “No.”
I came to the stairs and headed up. There were no guards at all. Perhaps there never were or perhaps the imminent attack had pulled everyone to the walls. It didn't matter. I was inside the stronghold so I would begin my search here, I decided. Turning right at the top of the stairs I moved briskly on, looking like I belonged, like I had business here, and like I didn't want to be interrupted. I was surprised by how many people glanced at me in passing and ignored me.
“Where is Kukran Epthel?” I demanded of one fellow who also looked busy.
“With the warlord,” he jerked his thumb over his shoulder and I nodded as though I knew exactly what he meant and moved on briskly about my business.
Warlord. Yes, well, the barbarians had many clans and clan chieftains. In time of war there was a vote and a warlord was chosen. So, it made sense that Kukran Epthel would be with him, in the thick of things. They were all obedient to him, after all, enthralled unknowingly by an ancient amulet.
“Where is the warlord?” I barked at the next man I passed.
“Heading for the walls!” The fellow was in a rush and tossed the remark over his shoulder.
So, out of the stronghold, I decided. Which way was that?
Dubaku had argued further, and I had argued back. “He is helpless, I am not!”
I could not ask anyone the way out. True, I smelled of beer but I wasn't drunk and didn't think I would get away with it no matter how drunk I had been. Who wouldn't know the way out? It would just attract the wrong kind of attention. Instead, and simply, I took a straight line till I hit an easily recognized outer wall and began walking around the stronghold.
“He is not my responsibility. You are, at Jocasta's request.”
“And why do you obey her above me? Your mercenary unit was under my command and I have not released you yet.”
He had simply looked at me. It was true, but it was also true that all of his company were dead, and it was true that that was my fault. Still, he didn't answer and I knew I had him. I had nodded firmly, as though it were agreed and settled and then set off without waiting for him to verbally accept my authority. Good enough was good enough; no sense rubbing his nose in it. I had the illusion ring, the stone in my forehead, a set of lock-picks and a small but very sharp knife. I doubted it would be enough but the battle would begin soon and it would just have to do. I had to come out of this mess with something; a hero, not a pauper.
I came to the gate, at last. It was open and busy.
Getting out wasn't a problem. I just acted as I had been, a busy man with no time to waste on formalities. Everyone else was acting the same way, so I fit right in.
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I was going to need a horse.
It was dawn, the sky pale, shadows long, fires of various sizes burning high, and people were up and on the move everywhere I looked. I hadn't taken more than a few paces from the keep, nor yet asked where the warlord might be found, when the first concussion rang out.
The attack had started.
I was going to need a horse fast. There were none nearby so I started moving. Every man in sight was armed and heading for the walls. I didn't doubt there were enough of them to man the walls entire. The Eyrie was huge but also crowded. Horses were few and far between, and I had gone a hundred yards before I saw three together, saddled and standing outside a tent, reins pegged to the ground, waiting for three men who were at that moment coming out of the tent, armed and armored.
Three of them, one of me, and I had just a small knife and no armor. No. I angled away and kept moving, heading roughly for the gate and passing through camps and around fenced-in pastures as necessary. If I'd needed a cow or a bull life would have been easier.
More concussions sounded. I couldn't see much; dawn and dusk are the worst times of day to see clearly; add in the fires, shadows and kaleidoscopic movement of people and cattle and it was a wonder I could make sense of anything.
This is chaos, I thought, and grinned, suddenly lighthearted. Sow the seeds!
I snatched up the next torch I saw and started setting fire to tents as I moved. Not all of them, not waiting to see the result, just moving on and setting fire to things as I searched for a horse and someone to bludgeon into telling me where the warlord was. More concussions sounded as I moved and from seemingly all around a great roar went up as several thousand men shouted at once.
It wasn't long before I was spotted, just a minute or so. Thankfully it was a young Alendi on a horse, and alone. I moved to meet him as he negotiated his mount toward me, spear raised but expression uncertain. There was no uncertainty in me. I had recaptured the right attitude, wrapped myself in Sapphire's teachings. I tossed the burning brand at his face and moved in under the spear that he jabbed at me, stuck the short blade deep in his thigh and ripped down as I dropped and ducked under the belly of the horse. His scream was more shock than pain, I knew, but that was good enough. I grabbed his other leg as I came up on the other side of him and tipped him out of the saddle. He went reluctantly, trying to keep himself in the saddle, trying to bring his spear to bear. I grabbed the pommel of the saddle, stuck my one foot in the stirrup and pulled myself up, head butting him viciously in the face. He went. I had to drop back to the ground, control the horse, and change feet before I was able to pull myself into the saddle. The boy didn't bother me while I did so. He was done.
Spinning the horse about I started moving with better speed and better visibility. Dawn was lightening the world and the added height let me see some of what was going on.
Clouds of dust obscured several sections of the wall. I picked the nearest and headed for it.
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I looked like one of them, heading for a breech and intent on defending it, just as they were. No one so much as gave me a glance apart from getting out of the way of my horse, which I used as a tool to push forward when things were pressed.
I looked around all the time, searching for a clue, and found it. A banner. There were several but this one was by far the largest and most impressive. A black bird, wings spread against a yellow background. The light was good enough that I could see colors. Good enough that even as I spotted the banner at a breach in the wall I also saw soldiers of the city pouring through the breach and pressing the enemy back. I glanced around, seeing this pattern repeated at every breach I could see. The dust settling, the enemy faltering, and our men pushing them back. I guessed that an hour would see the battle done, the war done, and my chance to settle with Kukran Epthel lost.
I turned slightly and headed for the big yellow banner. Surely Kukran was still with the warlord, and surely Tahal, if he was the Turned I took him for, would be with him, using my stone against our people. As if the gods had heard me I saw a great flash of light and a fireball expand in the midst of the breach where our men were thickest. Tahal or another, it didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was that it had to stop.
I rolled my hips forward and kicked the horse into a canter, careless of who was in the way and might get knocked down. It wasn't far but I wanted to be there now, not later.
As I closed on the banner a bonfire shielded the knot of men from view; I steered so that I could see past it and there they were. Kukran Epthel and a group of warriors grouped together on a small mound back from the fighting, suddenly close. Grimly, I made for them, picking out my companions from the group as I went. Tahal was there, and Sheo, Kerral, Hettar and Lentro. There was another figure in a black robe. Their backs were turned to me, but I knew them anyway. Their size, shape, the way they stood, told me who was there. Not just the Turned but others, a warrior I took to be the warlord and his band of bodyguards ranged ahead of him. In the black robe,
