hours out ahead of me.'
* * *
Roger's
'This is insane, Captain! You know that, right?' Roger practically had to scream over the thunder of the rain and the bellowing of panicky
'It is, indeed, Your Highness!' Pahner shouted back. He'd been in conversation with the Vashin cavalry scout who'd been left at the intersection, but now he turned and crossed the road to look over the far side. There was a sheer drop to the white water fifty meters below. 'Unfortunately, it's the only route. If you have any other suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them!'
'How about we click our heels together three times and say 'there's no place like home, there's no place like home'?' Roger suggested, and the captain laughed.
Theres a wheel on the Horns 'o the Morning,
An' a wheel on the edge of the pit,
An' a drop into nothing beneath you,
As straight as a beggar can spit ...
'Kipling again?' Roger said with a lift of an eyebrow.
' 'Screw Guns,' ' Pahner informed him.
Roger grinned through the pounding rain, then kneed his mount back into motion once more, ascending into the storm. After another hundred meters or so, the road flattened out a little, going from a twelve– or fifteen- degree slope to one of a mere six or seven. The prince began to relax just a bit ... only to have the
'Come on, you bastard! Onward and upward!'
* * *
Krindi Fain grunted and heaved at the wheel of the
'Captains don't, by and large, push carts up mountains, Captain,' Armand Pahner observed.
The line of carts was barely moving—not too surprising, perhaps, given the steep slopes they'd encountered since leaving Sran. The first three had been bad enough, but the fourth was the worst so far, nearly two hundred meters long, and climbing at a constant fifteen-degree angle. Virtually everyone, human and Mardukan, had a shoulder into the carts, and the
As Fain turned towards the human, a ripple of lightning struck, jumping from one side of the gorge to the other with a sound like an artillery barrage. It started a small landslide, and the
'Well, I'm not a commander at the moment, Sir!' Fain shouted over the tumult, jumping forward to throw his shoulder back into the cart beside Erkum's as it started to slide backwards. 'And I don't have any significant duties. So it seemed to be the best use of my time.'
Pahner grabbed a chock and threw it under the right wheel as one of the
'Just don't get yourself killed, okay?'
'Not a problem,' the former quarryman panted. 'What is it you humans say? 'Caution is my middle name.' '
'To the winds,' the Marine laughed. ' 'Captain Krindi Caution-to-the-Winds Fain.' '
'Maybe so,' the Mardukan captain grunted as the cart slipped again. 'But at least 'caution' is in there somewhere!'
* * *
'This isn't going well,' Roger said, 'but at least we don't have company.'
The reason the road was so little used had become only too evident. The column had made less than twenty kilometers since leaving Sran, and the long Mardukan day was well into its equally lengthy afternoon. It was hard to estimate how fast the Kirsti forces could react, but all of them were surprised that nothing had come up the road after them already.
'It's possible that the High Priest's death has kicked off an outright civil war,' O'Casey pointed out. 'Unlikely, but possible. In which case the lack of reaction is because everyone is consolidating their positions and they don't have any forces to spare for something as unimportant as chasing
'It's more likely that they're simply taking their time,' Pahner said. 'I'd guess that the raiders really are out of it, though. They probably could've reacted before this, unless there was some specific reason not to. Like, for example, if Sor Teb was in enough trouble to possibly get a personal introduction to the Fire.'
'We can always hope,' Roger said sourly.
'But hope is all,' O'Casey pointed out. 'And even if he
'Don't rely too much on the delay,' Pahner cautioned. 'I'm sure the Scourge could move quickly enough to have overtaken us by now, but a conventional unit is going to want all its logistics in place before it moves. And speaking of logistics—'
'—we've got too much, for once,' Roger finished.
'Not precisely, Your Highness. What we have is too few carts, or too few
'If we do t'at we won't have 'nough to make it to t'e port,' Poertena pointed out.
'And if we try to drag it all with us, we won't live to get there, anyway,' Pahner said. 'If we can't trade with the tribes for what we need, we'll never make it through, period. Dump it.'
'Aye, aye.'
'The Vashin say that there's another forty or fifty kilometers of this,' Pahner continued. 'They're at the pass, though, or close enough to see it. We need to be to their position by tomorrow evening, or we're going to be in deep trouble.'
'Of course, if we can't take the pass after we get there ...' Roger pointed out.
'Oh, thank you so very much for reminding me of that, Your Highness.'
* * *
'Good gods,' Honal said. 'That's not a curtain wall—that's a bloody fortress.'
He and Rastar were perched on a ridgeline with a good view of the pass. The opening was narrow, not much more than a wide canyon with nearly vertical sides. A stone wall and gatehouse had been thrown across it, and a series of structures were under construction or complete along the nearer side of the wall. On the southeast side of the pass, a wooden palisade and keep were being converted to stone, and on the western side a bastion was being laid out. The keep had been tied into the curtain wall, and it was apparent that in the long run the Krath intended to fill the pass with fortifications.
'I'm not going to underestimate the humans,' Rastar said. 'Maybe they can do this. Send a messenger. We're not going to take this place with cavalry.'
'We might as well get dug in and get some fires going,' Honal commented, looking at the angle of the sun. 'It's going to be a long day.'