“How many did the Ice Queen send south?”
“Word from the scouts is twenty thousand mixed ogres and ice trolls along with a hundred strong frost giant artillery. It looks like she’s serious this time.”
Damien frowned. “Damn. That’s more than last time, isn’t it?”
“A lot more. That’s why we’re heading north. Eight squads of warlords can make a big difference. Rumor is they’re ordering fifteen sorcerers to help as well.”
Damien nodded. Fifteen sorcerers would make an even bigger difference. He hadn’t heard about it, but that didn’t surprise him. Nobody told him anything. Still, twenty thousand was a lot of monsters.
Chapter 27
John bustled around the healers’ tent, a chest filled with healing potions clutched in his arms. Cots filled the bulk of the tent. Empty for the moment, and everyone hoped they’d stay that way, but even John knew better. Four nurses sat in a circle bundling bandages and chatting about husbands or lovers, offering prayers that everyone would make it through the battle safely. John sighed. You’d have thought there’d be at least one single nurse.
He’d arrived the day before with his father, the other healers, and the general’s support staff. The bulk of the army had arrived and set up camp ten days earlier, but Duke Iceborn wanted to discuss every fine point of strategy with the general and, despite his disdain for the duke Dad was enough of a politician to keep his opinion to himself on the cusp of a war.
And they were on the cusp. John had read the scouts’ reports and it sounded like the Ice Queen planned to send the largest army in several generations against them. If Dad had suffered from boredom in years past he certainly wasn’t now.
“John!” Master Kane, the army’s chief healer and John’s mentor for the past year and a half, shouted at him from the tent flap.
John set his burden down on a cot and jogged over to the gray-bearded sorcerer. “Master?”
“We’ve got wounded just over the border, let’s go.”
“Yes, Master.” John conjured a shield and stepped out into the cold.
Despite the protection he shivered. Wind and snow blew out of the north, a bitter chill that wore on the men and sapped their strength. John spent an hour every day tending frostbitten soldiers. The couple hundred warlords handled the cold easily enough, but the ordinary men suffered.
John narrowed his gaze and spotted the familiar wisps of blue soul force threaded through the wind and snow, remnants of the Ice Queen’s power driving the storm on. Maybe when the main force of sorcerers arrived they could shield the camp from the worst of the weather.
Master Kane conjured a chariot and John stepped up beside him. The master’s shield blocked the storm and they shot into the air. “What happened, Master?”
“Scouts on their way back ran into an ambush. One man made it through uninjured and ran for help: that’s us. The others were alive when he left, but in no condition to move. The cold will work for us today. Remember, just get them stabilized enough to move. We’ll handle the rest in camp.”
“Yes, Master.” John shivered, but not from the cold. He seldom left the relative safety of camp. His soul force wasn’t dense like Damien’s. If something went wrong and he had to fight, his power wouldn’t hold out very long.
Below them white spread out as far as he could see, broken by the occasional spot of green where a spruce hadn’t been covered up. He scanned ahead, looking for some sign of the wounded soldiers. First, he looked for red, as the blood from a large battle would show up well in the snow, but he soon gave that up for a fool’s errand. The way it was storming any sign of battle would vanish in minutes.
The chariot veered right and descended. John saw nothing remarkable, but Master Kane must. Halfway to the ground a huge ice boulder came flying out of nowhere. Master Kane veered and John blasted, and between the two of them they avoided the missile.
Below them a twenty-foot-tall, blue-skinned frost giant shimmered into view. It wore armor made of ice and between its raised hands another boulder of ice took shape.
“Did you know they could turn invisible?” John readied another blast, but held it in reserve. He doubted he had enough power to kill the giant and he wanted to be able to help turn aside any missiles that came their way.
Master Kane sent a blast at the giant that blew his half-formed boulder to bits. “Yes, but I figured I could still spot its soul force. Join your power with mine and we’ll attack together.”
John sent half his soul force to a point just in front of the chariot, and the master’s power appeared an instant later and entwined with his. Master Kane formed the attack while John provided power. A golden lightning bolt lanced down at the giant.
The bolt struck its icy armor and shattered it. The armor served its purpose, slowing their blast enough that the giant had time to dive to the side and avoid the worst of the attack. The only damage they inflicted was a deep crease along its ribs.
The giant staggered to its feet and raised both hands. Shards of ice shot up at them, shattering against the chariot’s underside.
Master Kane grimaced and sent more power to reinforce his construct. John hated to leave the wounded, but he was about to suggest retreating before they ended up needing rescuing as well.
Man, he wished Damien was here.
“We need to hit it again,” Master Kane said.
“I’m only good for one more, Master.”
“It’ll have to be enough.”
John joined most of his remaining power to Master Kane’s. This time the master conjured a golden dragon and sent it swooping down at the giant. When the giant tried to dodge, Master Kane adjusted his construct’s path and drove its claws into the giant’s wounded side.
The construct got a secure grip
