13 Day War

by Richard S. Tuttle

  “What could they possibly have in mind?” scoffed General Gertz. “If they know that we are here, they must also know about the other armies all over Alcea. No one could be so foolish as to mistake their inevitable defeat for anything else. Their easiest path is to surrender. They cannot even put a scratch on the armies that are amassing around them.”

  The tent flap was pulled away and Colonel Ednor entered the tent. General Kolling waved the colonel forward.

  “The camp is in a bit of an uproar,” reported the colonel. “One of our squads decided to forage a bit deeper in the forest than we have been doing. Only the squad leader returned alive.”

  General Kolling sat unmoving, his face emotionless, but General Gertz scowled in disbelief.

  “They dared to attack us in daylight? How many of the enemy died before the lone coward returned?”

  “The enemy remains unseen,” reported Colonel Ednor. “The entire squad was destroyed without a sound. The only reason the squad leader returned is that the enemy allowed him to.”

  “Preposterous,” scoffed General Gertz. “The squad leader should be hung as a coward for all to see. We must make an example out of him.”

  “How does he know that they allowed him to flee?” General Kolling asked calmly.

  “They took the swords off their victims,” answered the colonel. “They stabbed the stolen swords into the ground to form an arrow pointing the way back for the squad leader. They seek to drive fear through our entire camp, and I think they are succeeding. The other foraging teams are finding excuses not to venture out of camp.”

  General Kolling sighed and nodded. While the other two men watched wordlessly, the general unfolded a map of Lanoir and spread it out on the table. After a few minutes of silence, General Gertz could no longer hold his tongue.

  “What are you looking at the map for? There is only one road between Barouk and Ongchi.”

  “Indeed,” General Kolling responded, “and the enemy knows we plan to march along it. That has given them knowledge of the terrain before us that we do not possess. I will not do what the enemy expects me to. Colonel, I want you to identify the fishermen among our ranks. If we abandon the road for the next few days, we can travel along the coast. That will protect one flank of our armies, and it will also give us an opportunity to harvest the sea instead of foraging in the enemy’s forests.”

  Colonel Ednor smiled and nodded. “I will see to it, General.”

  “And find a way to calm the camp,” General Kolling continued. “If we need to make an example of the errant squad leader, you have authorization to proceed, but I am hesitant to combat fear with more fear. That should be a last resort.”

  General Gertz stared at the map and shook his head. “We cannot follow the shoreline all the way to Ongchi. It would add many days to our journey.”

  “True,” conceded General Kolling, “but we can follow it for a few days before we have to return to the road. I expect to build up a larder that will eliminate the need for excessive foraging. I will not let a handful of the enemy disrupt our schedule.”

  * * * *

  On the Coastal Highway south of Caldar, General Omirro and General Barbone stood watching the tents being disassembled. Colonel Verle rode up to the generals and dismounted.

  “We are breaking camp?” asked the colonel.

  “We are already half a day behind schedule,” replied General Omirro. “We must leave now if we are to eat tonight without foraging.”

  “We are going to have to forage,” stated the colonel. “Colonel Pineta led some men south to search for any horses that might have headed that way. When he was in the vicinity of tonight’s camp, he thought to check the cache. It is gone.”

  “Gone?” gasped General Barbone. “Why didn’t Colonel Pineta report that directly to me?”

  “He is still searching for lost horses,” explained Colonel Verle. “I promised to carry the report here for him.”

  “I was afraid of that,” sighed General Omirro.

  “You were expecting this news?” scowled General Barbone. “How could you possibly suspect such a thing? The location of the cache was supposed to be secret.”

  “Our enemies are not impotent,” retorted General Omirro. “In fact, they seem to be rather clever.”

  “If you find them so clever,” snapped general Barbone, “perhaps you can enlighten me. Why don’t they just attack us if they know where we are?”

  “They will,” replied General Omirro, “but not yet. They seek to slow us down first. They want the 10th Corps and the 22nd Corps to be tired, hungry, and in poor spirits. When things look like they can’t get any worse, they will attack.”

  “Do you really expect the Sordoans to come full force against us?” asked General Barbone.

  “I do not know,” admitted General Omirro. “I think that depends on whether they know about the other two prongs of the attack. If they are ignorant of those other armies, they will attack us with everything they have. That would prove to be a disastrous mistake for the Sordoans, but it will also mean great losses for our two armies. We need to be prepared for such an eventuality.”

  “We could send men back to the portals,” suggested General Barbone. “We could have Tauman’s 1st Corps attack and hold Caldar and send supplies behind us. That will eliminate the need for foraging.”

  “There are two problems with that plan, General,” sighed General Omirro. “Tauman is still holding Camp Destiny as a precaution against the Alceans sending troops to Zara. He will not allow his army to enter Alcea to seize Caldar.”

  “And the other problem?” asked General Barbone.

  “I do not expect the portals to be whole,” answered General Omirro. “If the enemy knows we are here, I suspect that they know how we got here. They will certainly have destroyed the portals to prevent reinforcements. Colonel, did you send men back to the portals as I requested?”

  “I did,” replied Colonel Verle. “I have not yet heard back from them. They are already overdue, but I advised great caution with the portal in the city. I did not want to draw undo attention to the existence of the portals.”

  “Wise.” General Omirro nodded. “Did you instruct the men to inform Tauman of what happened here?”

  The colonel nodded as the tent flap opened. A captain entered the tent and saluted.

  “The portals are gone,” reported the captain.

  “Gone?” asked Colonel Verle. “Do you mean destroyed?”

  “No, Colonel. I mean gone. The portals were removed. There is nothing left at either place except large holes in the walls.”

  “Then we are stranded here?” questioned General Barbone. “How are we to return to Zara?”

  “Without provisions.” General Omirro nodded. “As for returning to Zara, we have a war to win before that question requires an answer. We need to get this army moving now.”

  * * * *

  General Ross and General Haggerty rode to the side of the column and halted as they saw the rider heading towards them. The 5th Corps continued to march past them. The rider reined in his horse and stopped alongside the generals.

  “Darcia doesn’t exist,” reported the captain.

  “Doesn’t exist?” frowned General Haggerty. “Do you mean that the people have abandoned it?”

  “No, General,” replied the captain. “I mean that the city is no city at all. It is fake. The buildings have no interiors. In fact, the farther one gets from the inn, the less complete the buildings are. Some of them are merely facades supported by rough beams, and the construction is recent.”

  “What about the portals?” asked General Ross.

  “Gone,” reported the captain. “They were ripped out of the surrounding walls and taken away.”

  General Haggerty shook his head in confusion. “I cannot understand what is going on. Our supplies are missing, a farm is missing, and now we learn that the city is fake. I do not understand it.”

  “I will not claim to understand it either,” comme
nted General Ross, “but I do understand the implications. This place that we are in is not Cordonia, and wherever it is, we are stranded here.”

  “How can it not be Cordonia?” asked General Haggerty. “Even your Colonel Nyack says that the land is known to him. It has to be Cordonia.”

  “Does it?” frowned General Ross. “Why?”

  General Haggerty’s mouth opened, but he could not find the words to express himself. General Ross sighed anxiously and continued.

  “We marched our armies through magical portals, General. Now, I do not claim to understand magic any more than the next man, but if such devices are capable of taking us to Cordonia, why do you find it hard to believe that they could just as easily take us somewhere else?”

  “How can you remain so calm?” scowled General Haggerty.

  “Because hysteria solves nothing,” General Ross sighed. “The next thing we need to discover is where in the world are we? The snow attests to a northern clime, but we can’t even be sure which continent we are on. We need to proceed with extreme caution. We are expecting to face the six-thousand men of the Cordonian army, but that may not be the case. We might be facing an even greater army.”

  “Could we merely be in a different part of Cordonia?” asked the captain.

  “That is possible,” mused General Ross. “Ask Colonel Nyack if he has any star charts for Cordonia. Perhaps that will illuminate us.”

  The captain saluted and rode forward in search of Colonel Nyack. The generals watched the young officer leave and then rejoined the column.

  “How will we ever return to Zara?” General Haggerty asked softly.

  “There are many questions to be answered,” General Ross responded. “We know that someone built the fake Darcia to trick us, and I suspect that they were Alceans. My first question is whether the other two prongs of Force Cordonia were similarly tricked, and if so, where are they in relation to us?”

  Chapter 16

  Day Five

  Dawn was just breaking over the city of Tagaret, but some of the Knights of Alcea were already hard at work. Alex, Jenneva, Tedi, and Natia sat in the library in the Royal Palace of Tagaret. On the table before them sat a large map of Alcea, its corners held down by dirty plates left from the early morning meal.

  “Natia and I can take the place of Wylan and Sheri in Sordoa,” stated Tedi, “but I don’t understand how we can be multiple places at the same time. There are armies arriving in both Gortha and Pontek this morning. We can’t possibly attack the mages in both armies at the same time. They are forty leagues apart.”

  “Why is it imperative to kill the mages so early in the campaign?” asked Natia. “Surely, we can do one set of mages one night and another a different night.”

  “The black-cloaks need to be the first attacked,” answered Jenneva. “If they are not, they will construct magical defensives and alarms. That will make it much more difficult to get at them.”

  “They already have magical defenses,” Tedi pointed out. “This spell of fear thing scares me. How are we supposed to get around it?”

  “I am not sure,” admitted Jenneva, “but that is a mild defense compared to what they are capable of. Imagine an enemy campsite that will awaken the moment an enemy penetrates the perimeter. If the mages construct such an alarm, we will never get near them.”

  “Why don’t they have that now?” asked Natia.

  “Because it has not been necessary,” offered Jenneva. “Mages do not waste energy. Generally, the opposite is true. They conserve their power until it is needed. They will reside in the very center of the Federation camps and depend upon the soldiers to protect them. If such a defense seems to be failing, the black-cloaks will take measures of their own. That is why they must be the first to die, and that holds true for each of the armies coming from Zara.”

  “Not exactly true,” interjected Alex. “The plans call for ignoring the mages in some of the armies until the day of attack. The armies coming into Pontek are an example of that, but such is an exception to the rule.”

  “Why is Pontek exempted?” asked Natia.

  “The dwarves will take care of those mages in their own way,” smiled Alex, “and it will not involve entering their tent at night. You still need to deal with the black-cloaks coming into Gortha, and that army will be arriving this morning. We need to understand this fear spell much better than we do. I read in the reports last night that the fairy people did not appear to be affected by the spell. At least that seemed to be the case in Lanoir. Do you know why, Jenneva?”

  “I know too little of their magic,” Jenneva replied with a shake of her head.

  “Because fairies are fearless.” chirped Bitsy.

  Alex smiled and turned his head to find Bitsy sitting on a shelf behind him. He picked her up and deposited her on the map.

  “It is rude to spy over one’s shoulder, Bitsy,” quipped Alex. “If you wish to join the conversation, stand where we all can see you.”

  Bitsy beamed with the attention given to her, but a dark shadow soon loomed over her head. She looked up nervously to see Alex holding a massive book above her.

  “What are you doing?” trembled Bitsy as she scooted away. “One slip of that book and you would doom me. I would be like an ant under your boot.”

  “So much for your theory on fearless fairies,” chuckled Alex. “Tell me, Bitsy, why would your people not be affected by such a spell?”

  “I don’t know,” the tiny woman responded as she watched Alex return the book to the shelf behind him. “Maybe fairies don’t often think of the consequences of their actions. Humans always seem to dwell upon such things.”

  “She might have something there,” mused Jenneva. “Bin-lu is certainly no coward. He has undertaken missions that would cause most men to tremble in debilitating fear, but he had the inner courage to see them through to completion, yet according to his report, this spell of fear paralyzed him.”

  “I am not following you,” frowned Natia. “What is your point?”

  “Bin-lu accepted missions that scared him,” explained Jenneva, “but he conquered his fears before encountering the source of them. In essence, he dwelled upon the upcoming fears and conquered them. In the case of the mage tent, he was not prepared for the fear and it overwhelmed him.”

  Alex frowned doubtfully. “I am sure that Bin-lu felt fear going into that tent without the aid of any spell. If he did not, he would be a fool, and Bin-lu is no fool.”

  “He had accepted a certain level of fear,” countered Jenneva, “and he was prepared for it, but he was not prepared for the spell.” Jenneva sighed. “I wish his report had detailed his feelings more. I would like to know what thoughts went through his head before Shrimp snapped him out of the spell.”

  “You think Shrimp broke the spell?” asked Tedi.

  “It sounds like it to me,” answered Jenneva.

  “This does not explain why Shrimp was not affected by the spell,” interjected Alex, “but it does cause me to question the effectiveness of the spell if one is prepared for it. Could this same spell account for the Federation soldiers’ avoidance of the black-cloaks?”

  Jenneva raised an eyebrow and nodded. “It could. A subtle aura of fear would cause the soldiers to avoid contact with the mages. Is that significant?”

  “I think it is,” replied Alex. “It would explain why the black-cloaks were using it when Bin-lu attacked. It was not necessarily that they were expecting an attack, but rather a standard procedure used to keep everyone at bay.”

  “That makes sense,” agreed Jenneva. “If each black-cloak kept such an aura around himself, he would not want it to dissipate while he was asleep. To make up for that, they would keep one black-cloak awake at all times, casting a collective aura for himself and all of his sleeping comrades. That might also explain why black-cloaks always seem to travel in pairs. They never want that aura to dissipate.”

  “And a collective spell for eight black-cloaks would be considerable,” nodded Te
di. “I think I can begin to understand what Bin-lu must have experienced. I am not sure that I can overcome such a spell.”

  “We need to approach this problem carefully,” warned Alex. “King Arik cannot stand the loss of any more Knights of Alcea. He takes these deaths rather hard. We need to understand exactly how this spell works before thinking that we know a way around it.”

  “What are you proposing?” asked Jenneva.

  “I am not sure,” admitted Alex. “There are three Federation teams arriving today. Of the three, only Team Gortha needs to be attacked right away. Perhaps we should all go to Gortha together.”

  “The Federation teams will start arriving in Targa tomorrow,” warned Tedi. “We can’t fly down to Sordoa and be back up here tomorrow. It will take all day just to get down there.”

  The door to the library opened and Prince Oscar walked in. He set a pair of boots on one of the tables and approached the Knights of Alcea. He looked at the map and then the Knights.

  “You are all up early,” he remarked with a smile. “What are we planning?”

  “We are discussing the fear spell,” answered Alex. “What news do you have today?”

  “The Federation armies are discovering the loss of their Doors,” answered Prince Oscar. “Kolling, Omirro, and Ross all discovered that their portals are gone. These men are no fools.”

  “As Clint has warned,” nodded Alex. “Is that it?”

  “There is nothing else of significance out in the field,” the prince replied. “I will have written reports soon if you would like to read them.”

  “I would,” answered Alex. “Why did you say out in the field? Are there problems here in Tagaret?”

  Prince Oscar frowned deeply and nodded. “Healers all over the city sent messengers to the palace during the night with pleas for assistance. It seems as if some sort of plague has broken out in Tagaret. It couldn’t have come at a worse time, especially with everyone already being rather irritable.”