Even with three serpent ships piled against the damaged docks, the landed Norukai numbered less than two hundred, and Serrimundi could call many more defenders. The tide turned as the city awakened.
From the deck of the Mist Maiden, Nicci saw the clash on the docks, but she focused on the five nearest ships. Her own makeshift navy was crowded with determined but frightened sailors to stand against them, and they also had Nicci.
As the lead serpent ship caromed off the Mist Maiden’s hull, its charred snakelike figurehead still smoked. The barbaric Norukai leaped onto the deck with bare arms, wearing engraved metal bracers, spiked collars on their necks, rings and chains that made both the male and female warriors look more like demons than humans. When they let out ululating war screams, their jaws gaped wide from sliced-open cheeks.
The Mist Maiden’s first mate gripped his sword with both hands. He held the blade up to defend himself, but a Norukai bone-tipped spear plunged into his chest. Choking blood, he dropped his sword and fell to his knees. The armed crew of the Mist Maiden moaned at seeing the first casualty, but they had no time to wait. Dozens more raiders landed on their deck, charging forward with a forest of sharp weapons.
Nicci couldn’t help the first mate, but she reached out with her gift and focused on the Norukai who had thrown the spear. The broad-shouldered woman stood crowing in triumph, but Nicci concentrated, found the woman’s heart, and used her gift to crush it. The Norukai woman fell with a thud in front of one of her running comrades, who tripped and sprawled over the body. Nicci shifted her focus to the man, and as he lurched to his feet, Nicci found his heart and stopped it as well.
The ship’s deck became a flurry of screams and deadly weapons. Three more Mist Maiden sailors fell. Harborlord Otto used a large staff to smash skulls and break arms.
Captain Ganley had a ceremonial sword, but it was dull, and he was unpracticed. As two Norukai closed in on him, he swung the sword, then dropped it and grabbed a boat hook instead, with which he seemed more familiar. He swung with all his strength, raking one Norukai’s face with the curved hook. The second Norukai thrust in viciously, but Ganley caught him with the point of the boat hook and shoved it into his abdomen. The raider grabbed the slick shaft of the weapon and stared at it, apparently offended to be killed so early in the battle. The ship’s captain, ashen but determined, shoved hard again, pushing the dying Norukai backward until he fell off the end of the boat hook.
After landing on the deck, Captain Kor roared, urging the raiders on. “Norukai! King Grieve ordered you to die, but you are not allowed to die until we secure our victory for the serpent god.” He held a long-handled axe in one hand, a sword in the other. “We ransacked five villages so far, but now we take on an entire city!”
After Renda Bay, all Norukai were her enemies, but Nicci would take great pleasure in killing this particular one. She already loathed the man from having seen Kor beat slaves in Ildakar and laugh at the pain he inflicted. She held up her hand, felt the gift building, eager to be released. She could stop Kor’s heart. She could throw wizard’s fire at him. She could knock him overboard with a blast of wind.
But when he saw her and recognized her, his words made Nicci pause. “The sorceress from Ildakar! I thought King Grieve would kill you there in his invasion, but now the pleasure falls to me.”
Nicci had no time to parse his words as she faced him. “I don’t know your King Grieve, but I will be happy to kill you first.” She had to dispatch the Norukai captain swiftly, so she could defend the other sailors. She raised her hand, felt the magic surge in her grasp to annihilate him—
Just then, the adjacent serpent ship exploded. An intense flash of light speared upward through the hull below the waterline, shattering the deck and erupting in a spray of fire. Wizard’s fire. Wherever the spattering flames caught the Norukai, the deadly fire burned through their flesh and bones and kept burning. The serpent ship groaned and listed to one side, taking on great amounts of water from below, filling the hold. The raiders who had boarded the Mist Maiden spun and howled in outrage, astonished by what had happened.
A second Norukai ship burst into flame, more wizard’s fire spewing upward from below, cracking hull planks, shattering the keel, turning the vessel into a burning wreck. The Norukai wildly searched for this unexpected enemy.
Nicci saw the remaining pair of glowing spheres below the waterline, where the last two wishpearl divers were delivering glass bottles filled with magical fire. Two more Norukai ships suffered the same fate, wizard’s fire shattering out of the glass bottles and ripping upward.
Within minutes, the four wishpearl divers broke the surface, treading water and sucking in gulps of air.
As the battle continued aboard the Mist Maiden, Nicci called more wizard’s fire with her hand, but she wouldn’t risk unleashing it here. Kor’s raiding vessel was smashed up against the ship, and the fire would surely spread.
Realizing that Nicci was somehow responsible for the explosions, Kor sprang forward, swinging his heavy axe. She ducked, felt the blade swoop just above her head, and he followed through with a swift jab of the sword in his other hand.
Nicci spun away, but the sharp blade sliced her black dress and laid open a gash across her ribs. She slammed him backward with her gift, but Kor planted his feet and shoved forward, swinging both weapons. Nicci reached out to stop his heart, but he moved too quickly, spitting, attacking, and she couldn’t spare an instant to find the right point.
The Norukai attackers were more frenzied after seeing four of their ships wrecked. They became suicidal, attacking without any thought of surviving the battle. It reminded Nicci of when she saw Bannon consumed with his uncontrollable blood rage.
“You will all die!” Kor said. “And you’ll all grieve, just like everyone in Ildakar right now.” He swung his battle-axe and struck the deck boards, gouging out large chunks. “The whole world will know King Grieve, but Serrimundi will never forget Captain Kor.”
Nicci was about to crush his spine, but she needed to know. “What do you mean Ildakar is under attack? How?” She had traveled through the sliph, left the city to face the siege of General Utros, but she had not considered a Norukai invasion.
“Fifty ships, Sorceress. King Grieve has thousands of Norukai warriors.” Kor chuckled. “I have told our king everything he needs to know to take the city. Ildakar will be his capital when he conquers the Old World.”
Nicci imagined a force of ships five times greater than what was now attacking Serrimundi. Could Nathan and the gifted duma members handle such attacks from two sides, the Norukai and Utros?
“I will go back and help them defeat King Grieve as soon as I have eliminated you,” Nicci said. “I will tell your king how you died.”
Kor sneered at her. “I’m already dead. Grieve ordered me to fight until I died in battle, and I intend to do so. But I will see you dead before I fall.” He charged toward her, his eyes blazing.
Since he wanted to die here, she granted Kor his wish. She summoned her focus, shaped the air, and slammed it together, crushing his skull from all sides. She caved in the bone and turned his brain into a pulp.
Even as the Norukai captain collapsed, Nicci turned to the remaining raiders, anxious to defeat them and save Serrimundi. She saw the ships in the harbor and the warehouses in flames. Hundreds more Norukai fought their last battles, but the people had rallied and were driving the scarred warriors back.
Nicci drew one of her daggers in her right hand, and called up magic in her left. For now, she devoted herself to this battle. She had killed hundreds before, and she would do it again today. She got to work.
CHAPTER 81
After the transference magic activated, Bannon hoped Nathan and Elsa had survived out on the plain, which must now be an inferno. The magic left only bitter cold on the cliffs and the frozen Killraven River.
Wearing nothing but her scant leather wrap, Lila showed no reaction to the cold, although the breath steamed out of her mouth w
hen she spoke. “They are coming. Be ready, boy.”
Despite the suddenly frigid temperature, Bannon felt sweat running down his skin. He steeled himself. “My name is Bannon.”
Even though all the Norukai vessels had been locked in fists of river ice, the raiders were not deterred. Ignoring their dead who had toppled from the bluff, they brought out their own siege ladders from the decks and braced the long narrow constructions against the glazed sandstone.
The unstable ice continued to crack and pop as shards broke loose and fell down the cliff like frozen spears, but the Norukai kept climbing toward the cargo platforms and tunnel openings.
Ready to fight, Bannon and Lila watched the raiders ascend, level by level, using axes and daggers to chop handholds in icy rock. “Sweet Sea Mother,” he said, clutching his frigid sword, “we can’t just wait for them to overwhelm us.”
“Agreed,” Lila said. “Let’s go down and stop them from climbing higher.” She swung out of the overhang to the narrow ledge that led down to the next loading platform. The footing was precarious in the best of conditions.
Bannon gasped, “The ice—”
“The ice is in patches. Hold on to the solid rock and follow me down to this scaffold.” She glanced up at him. “Unless you want to stay up there and watch me fight alone?”
“I’ll fight at your side.” He sheathed his sword in order to use both hands as he made his way after her.
Ildakarans poked out of sheltered tunnels, breathing steam in the bitter-cold air. They redoubled their efforts to throw any remaining debris they could find. At the top of the plateau, the three gifted nobles had come back after the abrupt wave of transference magic. Now they used the gift to dislodge ice chunks and send them tumbling down the frozen rock. Bannon couldn’t understand why Damon and Quentin hadn’t responded to the urgent alarm, since they were far more powerful wizards. Ildakar needed them!
Now that Elsa’s transference spell was done, the sandstone began to warm rapidly under the bright sunlight, and veils of mist whispered all around, like a smoke screen. Bannon saw at least ten Norukai warriors slip and fall, screaming, but more kept climbing. The largest Norukai led the charge, a big man with bone spikes implanted in his shoulders and iron plates grafted onto his fists. He was accompanied by a spiderlike albino creature whose skin was pocked by what looked to be countless bite marks.
“My Grieve, King Grieve!” the creature cried as he scuttled upward, finding tiny handholds. “Cold, snow, ice! I told you, I dreamed it. Cold, cold!”
The Norukai king glared down at him. “You were right, Chalk, but you also dreamed a victory. I don’t care about ice. I care about Ildakar.”
Bannon dropped down to an icy wooden platform that was used to raise and lower crates. Anchored to the cliff, the platform had frozen in place, the supporting ropes iron hard, but it was wide enough for Bannon to make a stand. Lila sprang beside him onto the wood, and the two of them watched the first Norukai climbing closer to them.
Bannon braced himself, feeling the anger heat his blood. He pulled Sturdy out of its scabbard and held it ready. Beside him, Lila grinned, holding her short sword and dagger. She spat down at the enemy. “These Norukai may be uglier than Utros’s soldiers, but I think they should be easier to kill.”
The sounds of battle grew louder as more invaders climbed the rocks and reached loading platforms and ledges scattered across the sandstone bluff. On one of the narrow wooden shelves, three defenders—Bannon recognized the young painters who had put the finishing touches on Elsa’s giant rune—fought with sticks and knives. Their platform blocked one of the main entrances into the bluff. They whacked at the clutching hands of the Norukai, but they were overwhelmed.
One of the young fighters was stabbed through the side, and a female Norukai tossed his body from the platform. She and two other raiders climbed up, gripping the edge of the scaffolding. The remaining two young men fought with knives, hacking off Norukai fingers, and three of the raiders fell to their deaths, but it wasn’t enough. Six more Norukai gained the platform, and the young men were doomed. They looked at each other, and Bannon saw a silent, fatalistic understanding pass between them. With the last of their strength, the two bloodied Ildakaran defenders used their knives to slash the ropes holding the platform. The ice-slick scaffolding broke free, dumping the two young men as well as the climbing Norukai down the cliff to the frozen river below.
Seeing this, Bannon let out a moan. “I am not waiting anymore!” He left the safe platform and scrambled down a slippery ladder, not even thinking about the sheer fall. Instead, he dropped to the next shelf and reached another scaffolding platform that dangled against the bluff. Lila scrambled after him.
Nearby, King Grieve and his freakish white companion climbed up, batting away defenders. Bannon saw him and knew his enemy, the leader of the loathsome slavers. “I will kill you, King Grieve,” he shouted.
The Norukai ruler looked at Bannon as if he were an insect, and grinned with his hideously scarred mouth. He shifted his ascent, climbing to the platform where the young swordsman stood ready. Bannon’s body was covered with sweat. He felt the fire inside of him, and he wasn’t afraid of the battle at all.
The wood on the platform was still slick. Ignoring the cold and the treacherous ice in crannies, Grieve clung like a beetle to the rocks. Intent on Bannon, he moved along the narrow incised path, climbing stone stairs that were smaller than his boots.
Bannon recalled how the Norukai had tried to capture him when he was a boy, dragging him to their long boats, and poor Ian … a life lost, tormented. He also thought about how many raiders he had killed at Renda Bay, and he looked forward to killing more, here and now.
“Look out, boy!” Lila landed on the platform next to him.
He heard a grunt just beneath him, and he spun to see a hefty Norukai lurching to the other side of the platform, reaching up to grab him from below. The Norukai opened his sliced mouth wide, and Bannon’s boot heel caught him full in the lower jaw with a vicious kick. Flesh tore, facial muscles snapped, and the Norukai’s entire lower jaw ripped off, leaving the man gurgling, his tongue dangling like a flap of raw meat from his open throat. Flailing, the raider grabbed at Bannon’s foot, but the young man kicked again, caught his enemy full in the forehead, and sent him flying out into open air.
Two more raiders crawled up the side of the bluff, and Lila thrust at them with her short sword.
King Grieve had not forgotten Bannon’s challenge, though. He worked his way over with his pale shaman scampering after him. He seized the edge of the platform, hauling himself closer. Bannon swung Sturdy, and Grieve blocked it with a muscular arm, catching the sword blade against one of his metal bracers. Sparks flew. Grieve grunted from the blow and let out a serpentlike hiss of challenge. He swung himself off the icy stone path and landed heavily on the wooden platform.
Grieve had a thick, cruel blade that Bannon wasn’t sure he could have lifted with two hands, but the Norukai king held it in a single palm. He reached out to grab the young man, who swung a wide stroke with Sturdy. The king threw himself backward and the blade missed his broad chest.
As his emotions built up for this vital battle, Bannon began to see red at the edges of his vision. He smashed with the sword and sliced a crimson line across Grieve’s chest, but the Norukai king didn’t twitch. He hammered back with his huge curved sword, catching Bannon unawares. The young man barely managed to deflect the blow.
Lila decapitated a Norukai who had climbed up the other side of the platform. The ice-encrusted ropes groaned with the extra weight.
As the sun continued to warm the bluffs and the fog faded, more chunks of ice shattered and slid like broken glass down the cliff face. The Norukai had thrown up additional siege ladders, building makeshift platforms so they could climb higher. Some raiders had already reached the lower tunnels. Below, the river was beginning to creak and crack as the current backed up, flooding the banks. The thick surface ice broke apart.
/> All Bannon could see was Grieve, king of the Norukai, the leader responsible for so many brutal raids, for causing such incredible pain and misery. Had this man been king when Ian was captured as a boy a dozen years ago? Even if not, Grieve’s predecessor would have been just like him. All Norukai men and women were just like him. Bannon felt a black heat growing hotter and darker within him.
If Nicci or Nathan were here, they could have used wizard’s fire to annihilate all of the attackers at once, but Bannon was just as happy to do this with his own blade. He would draw the blood of the vile raider king.
“You’re the one who will grieve,” Bannon said. In a blinding, surprising rush with Sturdy, he pummeled Grieve, driving the big king to the edge of the platform.
The gangly shaman jumped onto the platform next to him. “My Grieve!”
Barely able to see through his red haze, Bannon swung his sword, intending to chop off the Norukai king’s head, but Grieve ducked. Instead, Sturdy’s sharpened edge sliced through the thick rope that held up one corner of the platform. Suddenly, the wooden base lurched and dropped. Grieve stumbled, let out a rough cry, and slipped. He barely managed to grab the edge as he fell. His nails bit into the wood, holding on to the icy surface. His jaw muscles clenched with the strain, widening the flap of scarred skin on his cheeks.
Bannon slipped, scrambling for purchase as his feet slid out from under him. Grieve grabbed his boot, clutching his ankle with a grip like the jaws of a wolf. The young man kicked and kicked again, catching King Grieve full in the face. The platform swayed.
Lila cried out and slashed with her sword, cutting the throat of yet another Norukai who climbed onto the now-unbalanced platform.
More icicles pattered down the cliff, booming into other chunks and starting an icefall. Water from the frozen sluice began to spray out again as the backed-up current pushed through the blockage.
Bannon smashed his foot into Grieve’s face again. “Die!” The king’s crushed nose spurted blood, but his eyes blazed like firebrands.
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