The irony was that I'd prayed for a new officer t arrive. I'd been in charge since the crabmen killei Haeromos Dothwintyl, the previous First Captain and I was sick of it. In my nigh unto thirty years as, mercenary, I'd occasionally borne the responsibility o command before, but never under such grim circum stances.
Still, as soon as I saw Hylas, I had misgivings. It wa dusk, and I was sitting cross-legged atop a chunk o crumbling stonework, one of the few surviving trace of Port Llast's ancient walls, keeping watch. When thi knight rode out of the twilight, I was struck by hi youth and a certain hauteur in his expression.
'Sergeant Kendrack?' he asked
I slid down from my perch. 'Sir.'
'I'm Hylas of Elturel,' he said, dismounting, 'lough bachelor and a rider of Term's Fury.' A company o high- born cavaliers serving the Lords' Alliance, thi riders of Term's Fury were renowned for their prowes: with lance and sword. 'I've come to take command.'
'Yes, sir. We've been expecting someone ever sine* we sent word of the First Captain's death.' I hesitated 'It's quiet this evening. A company of armed mei couldn't march into town without me hearing them.'
'I came alone,' he said. 'I don't know how mucl news you get in this backwater.' He gestured towan the low stone houses and narrow streets that made uj the village of seven hundred souls. 'The sahuagin have attacked Waterdeep itself. The Alliance needs ever} warrior it can muster to defend the great cities farthei south.'
'I gathered as much, since the lords pulled all theii troops out of Port Llast, leaving us militiamen to hole on by ourselves.'
'I am needed in the south as well, fighting the real war, and I have leave to rejoin the Fury as soon as I solve your little problem. I intend to do so expedi-tiously. Tell me exactly what you're facing.'
'Well,' I told him, 'a bit more than a month ago a party of sahuagin, aided by some sort of huge sea monster no one's gotten a good look at, started waylaying fishing boats and merchants ships offshore. Eventually the sahuagin disappeared, seemingly leaving the other beast to carry on alone, and we took comfort in the thought that at least folk ashore were safe from attack.
'Alas, we'd reckoned without the colony of crabmen that dwell in a cave to the south. In times past, they'd never hurt anyone, and we had no reason to expect them to throw in with the sea devils, but a couple of tendays ago they assaulted the town. We only barely nanaged to drive them back, and not before the First Captain perished in the fighting. Since then we've been fending them off as best we can.' Hylas snorted. 'No wonder the hamlet is still in peril. You can't simply allow the foe to attack repeatedly, then Tend' him of. You have to carry the fight to him. We'll dean out this nest you spoke of.'
'With respect, Captain, that might not be as easy as you think.'
Hylas frowned. 'And why is that?'
'Let me show you in the morning.'
The men hesitated, and I feared they weren't going to follow me. They'd come to escort their new commander-who'd scarcely even bothered to greet them-on a scouting mission, not to follow as the crabs lured him into an ambuscade. They were good lads though, and after only an acceptable hesitation the ran after me up the beach. The soft sand sucked at ou boots.
Up ahead, Hylas closed with the crabman. His lane crunched into the creature's chest. The brute fell wrenching the weapon from its attacker's steel gaunl let. Whooping, Hylas turned his war-horse and drew his sword, a curved blue blade that shimmered wit] enchantment.
Behind him, the cracks in the granite vomited crab men, who clambered down toward the sand with terrible speed. In a heartbeat, the cliff face was crawlin, with them.
I rushed one of the first to reach the ground, inter cepting it before it could attack Hylas from behind. I pivoted toward me, its serrated fighting pincer gaping. I avoided the creature's grab and swung m. pick at its midsection. The point crunched through it carapace, and the crabman fell. I dealt it another blow that split its triangular head, then peered about to se how my comrades were faring.
We militiamen had prevented the crabs from over whelming Hylas, who had just finished off another c the creatures. Smiling fiercely, guiding his destrie with his knees, he turned to ride at a third. Which is t say, he meant to stand and fight.
'Retreat!' I bellowed.
The militiamen did so hastily. Hylas shot me a glare but, recognizing the impossibility of rallying the mei now that they were in flight, he wheeled and gallopei after us. Thanks be to Tempus, we eventually left th pursuing crabmen behind.
The barracks was a long hall with a pitched roof, smoke-darkened rafters, and a plank floor. It smelled of the lye soap we used to scrub it down. Rows of bunk beds flanked the aisle that ran from front to back. In happier times, the room had echoed with laughter and the clatter of dice. Since the advent of the sahuagin and their minions, it had become quieter, as the men glumly contemplated the likely outcome of the ongoing conflict: Now it buzzed like a hive of angry hornets, at least until I stepped through the door.
'Don't fall silent on my account,' I said, setting my pickax on a scarred, rickety table. 'If something wants discussing, let's chew it over together.' No one spoke up, so I fixed my eye on the hulking, ruddy-faced fellow, who, of all of them, was least prone to hold his tongue. 'Come on, Dandrios, what's wrong?'
'Well… you said that when the new captain came, he'd bring reinforcements.'
'I thought he would. Evidently the lords have decided their other warriors are needed elsewhere.'
'Better that no one had come than the one popinjay who did,' muttered Vallam. A small, green-eyed fellow of about my own age, he'd grown to manhood as a slave in Luskan before escaping, and bore a fearsome collection of scars from the abuse he'd endured.
'He is a bit overdressed,' I said. 'The last time I saw so much scarlet and glitter, it was on a streetwalker in Neverwinter.' The feeble jest elicited a laugh, momentarily breaking the tension. 'But he must be fit to lead, else the Lords' Alliance wouldn't have sent him. He wields a lance and sword ably enough.'
'Perhaps,' Dandrios said, 'but he nearly led us to disaster on the beach today. It's a wonder we all madi it back alive.'
'Yet we did,' I said, 'and now that he's taken th(measure of the crabmen, he'll be warier henceforth.'
'I hope so,' said Vallam glumly.
'By Tempus's bloody wounds,' I snapped, Tve neve heard such whining. Are you warriors or timid ok women?' Startled, they stared at me. 'Answer me curse you!'
'Warriors,' Dandrios growled.
'Then behave like it,' said I. 'Remember how w‹ routed those hobgoblins two summers ago? We'vt beaten every foe we've ever faced, and we can handle the crabs, too, as long as we don't lose our nerve.'
I continued for a while in the same vein, bucking them up as best I could. Afterward, and with a certair reluctance, I crossed the street and rapped on the dooi of the two-story house opposite the barracks. The maid, who, with her red, puffy eyes, looked as if sht hadn't stopped weeping since the previous master ol the household perished, ushered me into the Firsl Captain's oak-paneled study. It seemed odd to behold Hylas sitting there, especially since Haeromos's collection of scrimshaw still cluttered the room.
I came to attention. Hylas kept me standing thai way for several seconds before saying, 'I imagine you know what I want to discuss.'
'Yes, Captain. When we scouted the crabmen's lair you were in command, but I ordered the retreat. I offei no excuse. I can only say that I actually have been in charge here for a while, and in the heat of the moment I forgot myself.'
He raised an eyebrow. 'I expected you to argue thai you were right and I was wrong.'
'No, Captain,' I said. 'I assumed you were about to order a retreat yourself, considering it was obvious that the crabs would have slaughtered us if we'd stood our ground.'
His mouth tightened. 'If I'd had the rest of Term's Fury riding beside me, we would have slaughtered them.'
'But you didn't,' I said, 'and as long as you're here, you won't. You'll have to make do with militiamen, local boys mostly, trained as well as the previous First Captain and I could manage, but not the kind of elite warriors you're used to.'
He grimaced. 'You're telling me I can't trust them to fight?'
'No, sir. They're game enough. I'm saying you can't expect them to do everything that scores of knights could do. Also, I'm reminding you that you have only forty-two of them, with no one to replace them if they fall.'
