The Raike Box Set

by Jackson Lear

  Twenty two northerners to my left. Eight to my right. The rest dead ahead. Odalis and the injured on my right but few of them would be unable to make a complete run for it.

  “Desdola knows what happened in Brilskeep. She’s been directing Saskia towards Agnarr for days, hoping for us to meet. Whoever is the new king or queen knows that the people of Faersrock just robbed them. You’re going to need our help to survive this.”

  “Lies,” said Torunn.

  “Desdola knows. And there is a new person on the throne, right? Does anyone here know who it is?”

  “Maybe you should ask your vampire.”

  “We will. Our deal is still good. We help you, you help us. Agnarr is coming as well.”

  “No.”

  “I wasn’t asking.”

  At last I understood the fear of the farmers and fishermen from a raider attack. The look in Torunn’s eyes had shifted towards a reckless frenzy of pure anger.

  “The deal we have includes handling Desdola. We want her and the vampires gone. So do you.”

  “We want Agnarr.”

  “He’s one mile away.”

  Torunn seethed, looking for his opening.

  “Do you want Agnarr back? Then this is how it happens. Do you want your prisoners back from Draegor’s cavalry? Then this is how it happens. We have the same goal. You help us, we help you.”

  Stassa stepped forward. “If the witch knows Agnarr robbed her then she will send more people to attack Faersrock.”

  “Then we have to hurry. Even if the nobles don’t trust her they will want to go after the money that Elizandria and Agnarr took. When we get to Ice Bridge we’ll attack the cavalry and free your people. That will hurt them greatly. If there is anyone here who wants to go back to Faersrock at that point they are free to do so. Anyone who wants to stay with Agnarr can help us sink the rest of Draegor’s fleet and sail out of here as fast as we can.” I looked over the agitated faces, waiting to see who would strike first. “Like it or not we have Agnarr. We know he betrayed us. We know he’s responsible for ten of my people dying. He’s coming with us to Orkust. If Torunn comes with us we will release Agnarr into Torunn’s care. We’re not going to kill him. We’re not going to ransom him. He’s just going to sit down with Miss Kasera Lavarta and have a conversation; one that will save everyone in Faersrock. Miss Kasera Lavarta is a good person. She has a good heart. She won’t fuck you over like Agnarr did to us.” I stepped back towards relative safety. “It’s up to you.”

  Torunn dipped his head to one side, considering his options. For once their lack of united leadership seemed to work in our favor. The quiet voices of dissention flittered through the group while others focused on their prisoners held by the cavalry, on asking if Agnarr really did stage a heist and what the hell he was thinking by doing all of that right under Desdola’s nose. I could only assume they didn’t realize how powerful she had become and how far her sight stretched. Or maybe they hoped that she would be dead by now since most of the nobles in Brilskeep would’ve been quite happy to run her through.

  Dalo and Benar were on their feet, ready to hobble to safety. Weapons at the ready. Arguments flew among the northerners while Odalis kept Wilbur locked onto me, ready for any signal I sent their way.

  The shouting turned into violent roars of betrayal, of personal priorities that far outweighed anyone else’s. Some tempers settled, others boiled over into toxic silence. There were no doubt forty of them considering if they could take me on and get away with it. The easy answer was yes. Could they take me and nine members of the vanguard at the same time? Also yes. Could they do all of that and get Agnarr back alive?

  “Torunn? Time’s up. What will it be?”

  Silence settled amongst the northerners. Glares from one to another. At last Torunn, Yahnson, and Stassa turned. Approached. “Agnarr is alive?” asked Torunn.

  “Yes.”

  “Injured?”

  “Yes.”

  “How?”

  “Saskia bit him.”

  Eyes widened. The vanguard started to pray.

  “He wasn’t going to come without a fight, despite us not wanting one. Elizandria gave him up and took her mercenaries away. The rest of Torunn’s crew gave him up as well. Agnarr was too dangerous to approach and he threatened to kill us. He was like a trapped animal. So, I unleashed Saskia onto him.”

  “Your vampire is still alive?”

  “Yes.”

  “Now she knows taste of human blood.”

  “Yes.”

  “She will be unstoppable.”

  Yahsnon studied me carefully. “We want to see Agnarr,” translated Stassa.

  “Okay. You three first.”

  “All of us.”

  “All of you will, but you three first.”

  They shared a look between them while half of the northerners in the rear were ready to burn me alive.

  “Okay,” said Torunn. “We come with you.”

  The look on Odalis’ face was nothing less than sheer dread as we left him behind.

  Chapter Fifty-One

  “Cut me loose!” barked Agnarr.

  Torunn, Stassa, and Yahnson watched me carefully, waiting for me to make a mistake. There was a good chance it was going to be now.

  I gave the signal to Kilmur. “Release him.”

  I honestly believe that Agnarr didn’t expect me to do that. He stared in bewilderment as the young infantryman untied the rope around his wrists and stepped away to safety.

  The northerners shifted awkwardly, unsure of what was going on. The remaining eleven members of the vanguard stood strong. Plan known. Indecision gone.

  “As I said before, we’re not going to kill him. We’re not going to ransom him, either. He is our ally. He assured us of safe passage to and from Faersrock, he gave us a chance to leave on our own accord, and he is giving us a chance now.”

  Agnarr sneered at me. “I have seven captains who will hunt you down.”

  “I wasn’t talking to you. Torunn is going to make sure that Agnarr returns safe and sound.”

  “I am?”

  Agnarr’s venomous sneer grew. “How dare you …”

  “I dare away. If there is any trickery here, anyone who turns against us or tries to stop us from getting to Orkust, Agnarr will be restrained again and he won’t be freed until one of the Kaseras tells me to release him. That could be days from now. It could be months, depending on how valid Desdola’s taunts against us have been. So let’s all behave, all right?”

  Yahnson knelt next to Agnarr. Spoke in his native tongue. Menrihk translated. “What should we do?”

  I guess Agnarr didn’t realize that the general had sent more than one translator. “Yes, Agnarr. What should we do?” I asked.

  Agnarr chewed on his cheeks. Seethed. Another horn blasted from Ice Bridge and a single beat of the drum helped to speed things up for him. “Okay. My people will help you get to Orkust, then we all leave. I’m not meeting a Kasera.”

  I searched the rest of the vanguard. They were practically dead on their feet, drenched in exhaustion with little more on their mind than being desperate to return home. But we came here so that Alysia could have a genuine meeting with Agnarr. If I upheld the deal with Agnarr then we were going back empty handed.

  I looked to Jarmella. She offered a single, resigned nod.

  “Okay. You help us get to Orkust, then whoever wants to leave can do so.”

  “I will want to leave.”

  “You may. Torunn? Pass it on to the rest of your people: Agnarr has agreed to come with us to Orkust, we have agreed to release him and anyone who wishes to leave. As soon as we reach land it will be goodbye. There won’t be any tricks from our side.”

  “They will want to hear him say it,” said Torunn.

  “I understand. No tricks.”

  “No tricks.” Torunn slipped away, returning to the northerners. Yahnson and Stassa remained nearby.

  “You set a vampire onto me,” hissed Agnarr.
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br />   “In your condition I’d be very careful about drinking vampire blood. How far away from Ice Bridge are we?”

  “Six miles.”

  “All downhill,” said Jarmella. “We could be there in two hours.”

  We moved closer, meeting the rest of Agnarr’s people along the way with Odalis and the others in the rear, possibly enveloping the northerners, possibly with the northerners managing to split us in half.

  I nudged Agnarr in the back. “Tell them.”

  Agnarr grunted. “We will help them get to Orkust. Then we will leave.”

  “No tricks?”

  “No tricks.”

  “Good. Everyone look alive. There are sure to be scouts in the woods and traps within the ground. Let’s move out. Injured in the rear. Archers on the side, watching our flank. Menrihk with me. Odalis? Good job keeping everyone safe.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Jarmella circled her hand through the air, signaling to the rest of the vanguard. Some registered it. Others didn’t.

  “Everyone up.” Stretchers were lifted. A loose formation engaged.

  It took less than a hundred yards.

  “We shouldn’t go this way,” said Agnarr. “Much safer taking the path we came in on.” He pointed to the north. Heads turned. Realized their mistake immediately. I dropped one hand to my sword. Another to my blade. Searched the northerners while Jarmella and Torunn followed Agnarr’s line of sight, their attention turning away from the agitated raiders.

  And there it was. One of them – Boden – was staring right back at me. Huffing despite being freshly rested. A knife in his hand and Saskia’s stretcher nearby.

  I tried. “All eyes …!” Was too late. Boden uttered a simple spell. Odalis tripped, dropping the stretcher to the ground. Boden sliced through the first of Saskia’s restraints.

  Agnarr slammed into me but I was braced for it. He fumbled for my wrist, trying to get to my sword. I spun, slamming my elbow into the side of his face. Dropped him.

  Boden cried out as the first arrow pierced his waist. Shouts splintered through the forest – most of the northerners having no idea what was going on while a dedicated six hurled their axes at the vanguard and swiped at anyone close to them.

  Boden went for Odalis, desperate to skewer him until Saskia wrenched her hand free, clamped onto his arm, and sprung into the air with him as a human shield. She burrowed her teeth into his neck while the rest of us ducked and weaved and cleaved our way through our attackers.

  Jarmella fired off her final spell, the collision of power bursting through Saskia and Boden alike, both shrieking as each and every rib shattered at once. Jarmella flopped to the ground, the strain too much to deal with. Rolled onto her back with blood running from her nose. Saskia leapt away, dropping the now too heavy Boden to the ground as archer after archer rained hell upon her.

  “HANDS!” I shouted. “Let me see your hands!”

  The surviving men and women of Faersrock threw their weapons down, hands up, surrendering immediately. Three northerners lay dead. Four squirmed from arrow wounds and spell blasts.

  I strode forward. Stopped in front of Volbrig, his arm broken and his forehead bleeding. “Which one of them attacked you?”

  He pointed to a squirming guy in front of him. “That one.”

  I looked to Benar. “Did anyone else attack Volbrig?”

  “No. Just him.”

  The squirming guy tried to crawl away on his back, holding one hand out towards my face like he was ready to fire a spell at me. I rammed my sword through his throat. Twisted. Pulled back.

  “Odeh. Which one attacked you?”

  “Her.”

  On it went.

  “Torunn!”

  “I didn’t know.” Hands up. Weapon on the ground.

  “Would you have stopped them if you did?”

  “I would’ve tried.”

  “Jarmella? You okay?”

  She climbed to her feet. Needed Menrihk’s help to steady her balance.

  “Good. Torunn, do you still want all of your people to live?”

  Eyes heavy. The regret of Mikael’s offer to introduce Agnarr to us now seared into his soul. “Yes.”

  “Then I’m promoting you. Strip Agnarr. Throw his clothes away. He can keep his boots and loin cloth. When you’re done, gag him, bind him. Keep your sword on him at all times. Deltas? With me.”

  We found Saskia a quarter of a mile away, limping, collapsing with every staggered step.

  “Saskia!”

  She turned. Heaving. Shaking. Hair matted across her face and covered in blood. The soft snow still falling around her.

  With a careful glare she stared back at us, reading our eagerness to kill her as clear as day. “You’re too late. I already know who the new king is.”

  “Who?”

  Saskia shook her head at us, still gasping for breath and unused to not needing to breathe.

  Jarmella crept forward with her curved sword pointing at the vampire’s chest. “I’m sorry, Saskia.”

  “Like hell you are. You could’ve spared me at the beach and you didn’t. You wanted to use me. I outrank you and you wanted to use me.”

  “And you’ve been nothing but trouble.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Jarmella took another step forward.

  “I will kill you. All of you.”

  “You’re not strong enough.”

  “I’m still a mage and a better one than you ever were.” An intoxicated grin fell upon Saskia. “Kazdah.” Her grin dropped immediately. She tried to fire off another spell, and another, targeting each of us and all to no effect.

  “Magic comes from the other side,” said Jarmella. “Now that you’re mostly there you don’t have the same access to it.”

  “Bullshit. Vampires have magic.”

  “Did any of them teach you how to use it?”

  Saskia hissed, turning quickly as a newfound panic started to sink in. “Jessica says you’ve abandoned her.”

  “What does she look like?”

  Saskia hesitated, searching for the answer. She turned to me. “I see your weakness.”

  “I have many. Who’s the new king?”

  “Come and find out. He wants to thank you for uniting his people against a common enemy. You won’t be able to kill him like you killed Draegor.” Saskia jumped, trying to leap completely over Jarmella and escape to safety. Jarmella drove her sword up, catching Saskia’s hip and bringing the creature crashing onto the snow.

  We shifted, closing in on Saskia and leaving her with no room to move. She crawled forward, head down until she came face to face with the pointy end of Jarmella’s sword. “Goodbye, Saskia.”

  “No! You still need me. I helped you find Berik. You left him behind and I helped you get him back.”

  “I know. Thank you.” Jarmella swung. A crimson arc of blood landed on the soft white snow. Ewen had to pull one foot back quickly before his toes were covered in the thick red line. Saskia’s mouth fell open. The last vestige of warmth escaped her, a faint cloud of mist rising from her wound.

  Jarmella held her position over Saskia’s body. “I’m sorry.”

  I thumped my way back to Torunn and Yahsnon. “We had a deal before. Seven of you broke it.”

  “You know why they did,” said Torunn.

  “I do. Are the rest of you going to be a problem?”

  “You have our weapons.”

  “Odalis? Give them their axes and swords back.”

  The young cavalryman stared back at me. “I … Are you …”

  I kept my attention locked onto Torunn.

  Begrudgingly, Odalis held out the collection of weapons to the northerners, allowing them to reclaim their pride and joy. The almost naked Agnarr grunted at me. Even shook his head.

  “We’ve worked well together before,” I said. “I would like that to continue. One more day. That’s all we need.”

  Torunn nodded. “We want our prisoners.”

  “
So do we. Listen up! We have two primary objectives: get Loken and the prisoners back and hijack a ship that will take us to Orkust. To do the first one we need to intercept the cavalry before they reach Ice Bridge. Who here can ride a horse at full gallop?”

  Odalis and Wilbur – the only two cavalry members remaining – raised their hands.

  “You fellas are each going to get yourselves onto one of their horses each with Loken in whatever state he’s in and meet us at the docks. You’ll have two archers with you and quite a few of Agnarr’s people to help rescue their prisoners. Those people are free to leave when they like. The rest of us are going to burn every ship in the harbor except for one. That will be our ride out of here. As soon as we’re in the clear we can actually get some rest. Menrihk? What have you got?”

  “I see it, all right,” said Menrihk from up a tree. “Looks like twelve ships at port.” He shifted to face the south. “Some at sea. And we’re going to need to hurry, ‘cause there’s about a hundred riders coming in quickly from the south.”

  Stassa called out. “Do they have prisoners?”

  “Hard to tell from this distance.”

  I looked to Torunn, Yahsnon, Stassa, and the rest of Agnarr’s people. “You help us, we help you.”

  “Deal,” said Yahnson.

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Torunn and Yahnson were still disgruntled, but the idea of setting fire to Draegor’s fleet warmed their souls a little. I promised them they could blame it on me if everything went tits-up.

  I split the forty northerners in half. Those on a mission to rescue their kidnapped loved ones went with Odalis, Wilbur, Ivar, and Magnus to ambush the cavalry. They took our two ramming rods which had proved their worth during the castle breakout. The plan remained largely in Odalis’ hands but the mechanics were fairly simple: use the rods as a tripwire to trip the horses up and knock the riders off, then use the archers to rain hell and fury upon the rest of the cavalry. We were fully aware that it was still a hundred riders against twenty four of our guys, and that they had a vampire or two in the mix, so things weren’t going to end as smoothly as I hoped for.

  The rest of us made it to the very edge of the thinning tree line. Half a mile of open air lay between us the great wall of Ice Bridge, a fortress wrapping around the whole town and most of the harbor, built to withstand raiders and vampires alike. Walls and turrets stretched into the water, safeguarding the royal fleet at rest. From our side of the mountain there was only one entrance in sight – a thick gate surrounded by sloping stone walls with wooden spikes lining the top.