must have been thinking of the same proverb because he turned with her, moving with a grim expression on his face and a limp in his step. Ashi’s face was tight when they reached her. “What are Geth and the others-?”
“They’re buying us time,” said Ekhaas. “Go.”
They plunged into the thorns, moving as fast as they could. There was no need for silence now-Ashi swapped the lantern for Dagii’s sword and hacked at the brambles, clearing a path. The springy branches still leaped back and forth, leaving them all with bloody scratches on their hands and faces. The trolls were howling behind them and Geth was roaring, but Ekhaas refused to turn back and look. Abruptly, the sky was open above them, and they were out from under the trees. Only a few moments more and they were clear of the thorns altogether and racing up the grassy slope of the valley.
Flames burned on the valley rim, and big silhouettes stood against the rising disk of the orange moon Olarune. The bugbears, drawn by the howls and screams of the trolls, had emerged from their camp to stare down at the dark forest. A few of the bolder members of the tribe had crept a little way down into the valley, torches in one hand, small pots of pine pitch bound to leather slings in the other. Confusion erupted as the bugbears spotted the three of them-clearly not trolls-climbing the slope. Ekhaas shouted at them in Goblin. “Brothers! Sisters! By the blood that makes us one people, help us! The trolls are coming! In the name of ancient Dhakaan, we need your help!”
The words were barely out of her mouth when a new crashing came from the forest and, like an explosion, two trolls erupted from the thorns. The confusion of the bugbears changed to rage and fear. A deep voice rose above the chaos. “Trolls, go back! By blood and fire, we have peace! Go back!”
As if they understood the words, the trolls came up short-then reared back, roaring and thumping big hands against their chests.
The owner of the deep voice repeated his warning. “Go back!”
The trolls whooped louder. “Torches and pitch!” the voice boomed out, and along the valley rim flames leaped higher as the bugbears began to wave their torches. The bugbears who carried them swung their pitch pots in whizzing circles, the motion fanning the smoldering flames and turning the pots into screaming balls of fire. The trolls’ cries faded and their flailing arms came down. It seemed that they grumbled to each other, then they backed away from the fiery display and disappeared into the thorns once more.
“Geth,” said Ashi numbly. “Chetiin. Midian. Where are they?”
Ekhaas turned away from the forest and climbed higher on the slope, scanning for the source of the deep voice. She found him-a big bugbear holding a massive fork-like trident. “Chib!” she called. “We have friends in the forest! They need help, too!”
The bugbear chief gestured with his fork. “Utaa!”
One of the other bugbears moved, his arm whipping around as he hurled something. Ekhaas saw a heavy shape fly at her out of the night, then pain and darkness exploded in her head.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
To Baron Breven d’Deneith, Greetings.
The week since my last report has been eventful in Darguun. The rebel Gan’duur clan continue to raid out of their stronghold in the north of the country. Their leader, a hobgoblin named Keraal, claims the problem is with the individual warriors of his clan. He says that they are restless and that, while he disciplines them at every opportunity, their spirits will not be broken.
His words are widely seen for the hollow excuses that they are, but at the same time they have a power here, where ferocity and strength are valued. The “unbroken spirit” of the Gan’duur evokes a kind of respect, as though they fight for a just cause under the rule of a tyrant. In fact, Lhesh Haruuc seems to be bound by Keraal’s claims. The swiftest means to end this rebellion would be to move against the Gan’duur territories, but Haruuc cannot. The tradition of clan territories is strong, and as long as Keraal makes attempts to discipline his people, Haruuc must respect his territory.
I suspect he has another reason for not moving against the Gan’duur as well: If he brings down Keraal, the other warlords will wonder how long it will be until they, too, might be brought down. The armies of Darguun are in the main composed of the armies of the warlords. If a warlord does not agree with Haruuc’s measures, he may withdraw his soldiers-an act of rebellion in itself, but one that could produce a cascade of mistrust. Haruuc’s own clan, the Rhukaan Taash, and the most loyal clans, such as the Gantii Vus, would be enough to take on the Gan’duur, but I believe Haruuc sees the greater danger of placing his warlords into a position where they must choose. Better for his rule that he allow the fiction that Keraal has spun.
The Gan’duur raiders that are caught outside Gan’duur territory are another matter, of course. Haruuc has every right in goblin tradition to hunt them down, and he does so with a will that betrays his frustration at Keraal’s tactics. Other warlords join him in this, wrapping themselves in a mantle of loyalty, though I suspect that a few may actually be staving off Gan’duur raids with wealth rather than arms-I note that some clans seem to be less troubled by raiders than might be expected.
The raiders continue, in the main, the pattern that they began last month with the burning of the fields north of Rhukaan Draal. They have ventured south of the city now, and there has been something of a race to bring the crops in before the raiders strike. Disturbing news arrived only a few days ago, however, that the Gan’duur have taken the next step and begun striking at granaries and storehouses. Haruuc has personally ridden out to lead warriors in a hunt for those responsible. I have no doubt that he will catch them and that they will die in unpleasant ways. Stories return to the city of new scarecrows that watch over the burned fields. The zest with which the goblin people lap up these stories is a reminder that I am in a land made foreign by more than distance.
The Gan’duur strategy has, I believe, a deeper purpose than just challenging Haruuc’s warriors. The fields and granaries that they strike are those that would normally support Rhukaan Draal. I have heard rumors that the price of noon, the starchy balls that goblins eat like bread, is rising along with the price of grain. I notice that the loaves of human bread served on my table are smaller than they were when I arrived. Goblins are not a naturally agricultural people-their food stores are not as plentiful as in our nations, and hunger comes more quickly to the city than anywhere else. Food shortages in Rhukaan Draal will undermine Haruuc’s power as surely as rebel warriors. He may be able to purchase grain from the stores of his warlords, but this will in turn drain their supplies as well as his treasury. Farm wagons traveling to market at Rhukaan Draal have already been attacked. If Haruuc is forced to purchase grain, I have no doubt his supply lines will become targets as well.
How can Deneith benefit from this situation?
First, I would suggest the offer of additional mercenaries to House Orien as guards for their caravans. There have been no reports of attacks on Orien caravans moving through Darguun to date, but surely we can play on their fears for our profit. Other dragonmarked houses operating in Darguun may also feel the need for greater security.
Second, I would like-with your permission-to offer Haruuc the services of a few mercenary companies from beyond Darguun. Clan politics add to the tension between warlords and among the people. I think Haruuc will quickly see the benefit of using outsiders to supplement his guards, especially if it becomes necessary to move food on a large scale. This is an ideal opportunity to begin addressing the unbalanced relationship between Deneith and Darguun.
Third, I believe we should stand ready to offer mercenaries-again from outside-to any warlords who become sufficiently enraged with the Gan’duur to move against them on their own. Haruuc may not be able to act against Gan’duur territory, but I have seen him subtly pushing other warlords in that direction. If hostilities were to open on a small scale between the Gan’duur and another clan, I expect he would turn a blind eye. The availability of our mercenaries might tip that balance, and we would earn Haruuc’s favor for helping to end the Gan’duur threat.
I also strongly advise that you send out instructions that any hobgoblins with Gan’duur affiliations serving with our companies be immediately removed from sensitive positions. Clan ties are strong, and we should be ready for desertions as Gan’duur goes to the aid of their clan. If we are prepared, we may be able to avoid embarrassment in the face of our clients.
I continue to make contacts among the warlords, of course, as well as among independent companies who want to sell their services to Deneith. Interesting leads are forwarded to Redek at the Gathering Stone. Senen
