Betrayal at Falador

peons watched in reverence, for the fighting on the field was over and the few remaining Kinshra were fleeing.

“Here fell Bhuler, Knight of Falador, hero of the city” he said loudly enough that all could hear. “May his name be spoken with honour by all men!”

From the circle of onlookers, men beat their swords against their shields and shouted his name. But Kara hadn’t moved. Her head lay rested against the valet’s chest as if she expected him to wake.

Then from the city it came, rolling like a thunder clap. Another cry, a second name that the men and women of the city called out in celebration. It was the name of the one person who had saved them all, the name of the girl who had inspired them and who was touched by the gods.

“Kara-Meir! Kara-Meir!” the voices shouted, thousands strong.

The cry was echoed by the dwarf warriors who had followed her and by the Imperial Guard who had ridden into battle at her side. It was her name they cried, for she was the saviour of Asgarnia and they owed everything to her.

“Kara-Meir!” the cry continued, echoing across the plain.

As Kara heard it, she stood, not knowing what to do.

Theodore picked up her sword and presented it to her.

“They honour you, Kara.”

But Kara-Meir said nothing.

She climbed onto the nearest horse and raised her sword in salute, noting how the citizens from the wall responded to her with another shout.

“What are you doing, Kara?” Theodore asked nervously.

“Pass me my helmet and my shield, Theodore. I am going to find the one man who started all this bloodshed. I am going to make sure he doesn’t do it again.”

Theodore did as she asked and then clambered awkwardly atop his own mare. Castimir exchanged a worried look with the squire as Gar’rth and Doric mounted their horses behind the two friends.

“I am going after Sulla” Kara said, goading her horse to the northeast.

SEVENTY-FIVE

Despite the distance, Sulla heard the cries from the wall as the citizens of Falador taunted him with the name of the girl who had haunted his nightmares

Kara-Meir!

The shouting drew the attention of the fleeing army as it marched north. They turned their heads south with a nervousness that Sulla knew marked them as broken men.

But as he looked over his defeated army, he noticed thirty horsemen riding toward him, asking questions as they neared. Men answered with raised arms, pointing to his location.

“They are asking directions” one of his officers muttered. “What do they want, Sulla?” The man spoke without respect.

As they rode closer, Sulla saw Kara-Meir at their head. He knew exactly what they were searching for.

“They’ve come for me,” he said.

The Kinshra soldiers had no will left to fight and none dared to prevent Kara from galloping past them. Their cowardice angered him, and yet he felt suddenly afraid of her.

Who are you Kara-Meir? he wondered to himself, noting how his men, his very bodyguard, had edged their horses away from him. Why do you pursue me so? No one would help him in this fight.

The woman finally halted before him, raising her visor as she pulled on the reins of her steed.

“Your men are free to go, Sulla, as long as they promise never to enter Asgarnia again. Also, they are to harm no person in their retreat.” As she spoke, she drew her sword slowly.

Sulla didn’t move. “That is very generous of you, Kara-Meir,” he said, his voice sarcastic despite the fear that clawed at him. “And what is to become of me?”

“We have a history, Sulla, you and I. Today that history shall end.” Kara dismounted, her sword levelled in his direction.

“You are challenging me? In front of my army?” He laughed incredulously, attempting to appear brave. But he knew from the worried looks of his men that his bravado had failed.

They doubt me! My own men doubt me!

“Your army is free to go provided they abide by the rules I have set them,” she replied. “You, however, are not.”

Sulla looked at his men and noted how none of them would return his gaze. Then he turned back to face his challenger.

“Very well, Kara-Meir. I shall fight you.” With a sudden yell, he kicked his spurs into his horse’s flank, attempting to run her down before she had time to dodge.

But she jumped aside, her sword flashing as she drew it across the animal’s flank. She severed the leather straps that held Sulla’s saddle in place, tipping him off the horse’s back and onto the soft grass.

“You’re pathetic,” Kara spat, marching around him. “To think anyone ever feared you…”

Sulla laughed again as he stood.

“Sir Amik did” he replied defiantly. “When I killed him.”

“I have news for you, Sulla-Sir Amik is not dead. The man you killed was not even a knight! He was Sir Amik’s valet” As she spoke, she remembered what Bhuler had made her promise.

After Sulla, Bhuler, she thought. That is my promise to you. Before there could be forgiveness, she had to fulfil a pledge she had made to herself and her family years ago, on an island in a frozen lake.

Sulla shouted, his sword cutting down with a speed that caught Kara by surprise. Her shield parried the blade, but her arm was jarred painfully by the force of the blow. She backed away. He was a better fighter than she had imagined, moving quicker than she would have thought possible in his black armour. She could not afford to relax her guard even for a second.

“I will kill you. Here, today, this is where you die,” he growled behind his visor, his sword swinging forward.

Instinctively, Kara swung her shield to intercept his blow, but as she did so she knew she had made a mistake. As she raised her shield her view was obscured and Sulla sidestepped, moving behind her and drawing a dagger from his belt.

He drew his arm toward her throat. But at the same time she kicked at him with her boot, using his body to push herself away, falling forward as she did so, losing her balance.

Sulla laughed. She had barely escaped him and her desperate attempt had made her look weak.

“Look at her run!” he shouted to his men, and some of the Kinshra started to smile. Slowly, they were getting their confidence back.

“Get up, Kara!” Castimir shouted. He had his hand on Gar’rth’s shoulder to stop him interfering. If he did then the Kinshra would turn on them, and they were still outnumbered. This was a fight between their chosen champions, representatives of their gods on earth. No one dared interfere.

As Kara stood, a pain tore at her calf and her leg faltered. She staggered suddenly, hearing Gar’rth’s cry of warning too late to avoid Sulla’s thrown knife. In agony, her leg gave way and she fell to one knee.

She opened her visor to gasp for air as the Kinshra lord strode forward, swatting aside her sword with his own and stepping in close to her. With a vicious snarl he punched her once, twice, then a third time, each blow directed into her unprotected face.

Kara fell to the earth.

Sulla kicked her in the ribs as he stepped over her with total disdain.

“This is your captain?” he said loudly, stepping directly in front of Theodore. “This is the one who was supposed to defend you? She is just a girl! She is no warrior.”

The Kinshra lord turned to look down at her.