“Would you?” posed the Star of Sakova. “Let me ask you this. Would the word of the Minister of Defense be enough to assure you that Omunga would not attack Campanil?”
“General Kapla’s word would be sufficient,” nodded the mayor, “but he would never give it to a Sakovan city.”
“Yes he would,” grinned Lyra. “In fact, his army is returning to Campanil to defend it against Omungan invasion.”
“I don’t understand,” puzzled Mayor Ferde. “Why would he protect Campanil from the Omungans?”
“Because he has seen the truth,” answered Lyra. “General Kapla is Sakovan now. His army was meant to protect Fortung and Gatong, but he is more needed in Campanil now.”
“You can’t be serious,” gasped the mayor. “I cannot imagine such a thing. He controls one fourth of Omunga’s armies.”
“You keep doubting my word,” frowned Lyra, “yet I have never spoken an untruth to you.”
“I mean no disrespect,” apologized the mayor, “but you are saying things that make my head spin. At some point in time, I have to demand verification before I can accept the spoken word.”
“Fair enough,” nodded Lyra. “General Kapla will be here tomorrow. You can ask him yourself. As for Emperor Marak’s involvement, you can speak to the captain of his ship when it arrives to deliver the food.”
“The food is being delivered on a Khadoran ship?” asked the mayor.
“One of Emperor Marak’s own ships,” nodded the Star of Sakova. “StarWind, send the signal to call the ship into port. It is time that the people of Campanil receive some food.”
StarWind nodded and wove an air tunnel and directed it to the ship off the coast. The mayor listened in amazement as he heard a woman answer StarWind’s request.
“There are good winds,” responded the voice. “We should dock within the hour.”
“Should I go meet the ship?” asked StarWind after she broke the connection.
“I think we will all go,” replied Lyra, “but first I want a definitive answer from Mayor Ferde. If all that I have said is true, will you join the Sakova, Mayor Ferde?”
“If the ship is indeed Khadoran,” nodded the mayor. “I will still want to speak with General Kapla when he arrives, but yes, I will accept your words as true. Campanil will become a Sakovan city. May the gods watch over us during this time. I do not want to lead my people astray.”
“There is only one god,” smiled Lyra, “and he is called Kaltara. I should know because he has blessed me with what I need to gather the people of Omunga and Sakova together. He will protect Campanil.”
Chapter 32
Food to Retreat
“They are coming through the tunnel,” ThunderSword warned through an air tunnel.
“How can they?” replied MeadowTune. “Sakovan magic makes that impossible. They cannot find the tunnel entrance to StarCity.”
“Sakovan Magic only hides the entrance,” replied ThunderSword. “It does not prohibit anyone from entering the cave. One of them probably stumbled into the cave and discovered it. It does not matter now. Get troops up here fast to man the pyrons. We can hold them for some time if we can get the pyrons manned immediately.”
“I am passing the word now,” promised MeadowTune as the air tunnel winked out.
ThunderSword hid in his pyron, which was a carved-out niche in the wall of the cave. The long tunnel through the mountain was lined with the alcoves that only afforded protection in one direction. They were carved by the Sakovans ages ago as an added measure of protection when Star City was being built. Fighters could hide in the pyrons and safely shoot arrows or toss magical projectiles without fear of being overly exposed to the enemy. If the invaders did manage to push the Sakovans further back in the tunnel, the pyrons would be of no benefit to the attackers because they were wide open on the StarCity side.
ThunderSword wove another air tunnel and directed it towards the closer Sakovans who were also hiding in pyrons.
“Anyone here with magical projectile knowledge?” asked ThunderSword keeping his voice to a whisper.
“What do you need?” asked ValleyBreeze.
“The Omungans are moving cautiously,” replied ThunderSword, “but I wish to slow them down until more help arrives. Can you see them from your position?”
“Well enough,” answered ValleyBreeze as she stared at the distant torchlights. “How about some fire?”
“Perfect,” smiled ThunderSword. “Aim deep into them. I do not want this part of the tunnel to be illuminated.”
ValleyBreeze did not bother to reply. She aimed her fireball so it flew along the roof of the tunnel. It dropped well beyond the vanguard of the Omungans, and instant chaos enveloped the attackers. The tunnel flared into brilliance where the fireball struck among the attackers. Screams echoed through the tunnel as the Omungans sought to distance themselves from the burning flesh of their comrades.
Those behind the inferno retreated, but the vanguard surged forward into the darkness. A half dozen Sakovan arrows flew as one as the Omungans charged along the tunnel. The front row of the Omungans fell to the floor of the tunnel amid cries of agony and injury. A second volley of arrows immediately followed.
“They say that the dying can see a light at the end of a tunnel,” ValleyBreeze quipped out loud. “I wonder if it looks like this?”
ValleyBreeze’s hand released a ball of brilliant light. The ball sped towards the attackers, flattening into a disk as it traveled. The disk spread and sprouted blazing blades of light just before it sliced into the charging Omungans. The resulting screams were loud, but short.
“Warn us next time so we can close our eyes,” scowled ThunderSword. “I cannot see anything now.”
“Sorry,” ValleyBreeze replied sheepishly. “Cover your eyes. I plan to finish off the vanguard.”
The Sakovan mage waited a few seconds before unleashing her next spell. She was conditioned enough to avert her eyes as the brilliant light sped along the tunnel. She tossed one more spell and the tunnel grew quiet. Only the dim sounds of the wounded drifted in the air.
“I am done,” announced ValleyBreeze. “You archers can finish off the wounded.”
It was a few moments before the song of the first bowstring was heard. The Sakovan archers aimed by the sounds of the wounded and not by sight. Within moments the only sound was the distant shouting of the retreating Omungans.
“That will hold them for a while,” announced ThunderSword. “Where did you learn that spell?”
“The Chula shaman that Lyra brought with her when she was here last,” replied ValleyBreeze. “It is quite effective in an enclosed space such as this.”
“I can see that,” replied ThunderSword, “and it doesn’t waste arrows.”
“How long before they come again?” asked ValleyBreeze.
“Hard to tell,” admitted ThunderSword. “I suppose it will not be before the fires burn out. The problems as I see it is that there are far too many of them. We will need sleep eventually, but they can just send in fresh troops. We cannot hold this tunnel indefinitely.”
“We can, and we will,” asserted FalconEye from the safety of another pyron. “If we fail to hold this tunnel, all of StarCity will be destroyed. We can be relieved to get sleep just as well as the Omungans can. We just need to make sure that we keep our areas dark so that they cannot see what we are doing.”
* * *
“Come in,” smiled SunChaser as she saw who was at the door.
HawkShadow gazed in through the door as his eyes scanned the room before stepping through the doorway and leading SkyDancer with him.
“There is no one here,” SunChaser announced as she closed the door. “I told the servants to stay away until I recall them. Although they are loyal to me, I did not want them to see who was coming and going during these trying times.”
“Sounds like a safe approach to me,” nodded HawkShadow as his eyes continued to scan the interior of Cherri’s mansion. “You live quite well here.
”
“Of course,” grinned SunChaser. “How else can I portray myself as the widow of a high ranking Omungan official? Would you like something to eat?”
“I sure would,” volunteered SkyDancer. “There is nothing to eat in Omunga. Do you have enough?”
“The rich are never affected by famine,” shrugged SunChaser. “Perhaps that is why they are so out of touch with the common citizen. Anyway, my kitchen is well stocked. I could not entertain the likes of the Minister of Defense if that were not so.”
“Have you kept in touch with StarCity?” asked HawkShadow as SunChaser led the new arrivals into the dining room.
“Of course,” nodded SunChaser. “I report in several times a day. I cannot afford to be lax in that regard. Okata is where the outcome of this war will be determined.”
“Perhaps,” shrugged the Sakovan assassin. “What happens at StarCity could also determine the outcome.”
“StarCity is under attack right now,” notified SunChaser. “There is fighting within the tunnel.”
“Then we must be swift with whatever we intend to do here,” SkyDancer interjected with a sense of urgency.
“Swift, but not hasty,” smiled SunChaser. “HawkShadow, go upstairs and enter the room at the top of the stairs. There are clothes in there for you. Put them on and come back down.”
HawkShadow looked at SunChaser questioningly, but she ignored him and went to the kitchen to get some food for her guests. When she returned, SunChaser placed bowls of salad on the table.
“That will get you started,” SunChaser smiled at SkyDancer. “I have some clova left over, but it is still being heated. It won’t be long.”
SkyDancer nodded her thanks and smiled. She was just dipping into the salad when she saw the Imperial Guard approaching. She leaped from her chair and pulled her sword.
“Easy, warrior,” chuckled HawkShadow as he entered the room dressed as an Imperial Guard. “Your food will not digest properly if you leap around while eating.” He turned to face SunChaser and asked, “What exactly am I supposed to do dressed this way?”
“Portray an Imperial Guard,” giggled SunChaser. “You do look quite official in that uniform.”
“Is that smart in a city with ten thousand other Imperial Guards?” asked HawkShadow.
“It is if you are to portray a soldier carrying orders from the Minister of Defense,” nodded SunChaser as she opened a drawer in a cabinet and retrieved a piece of paper.
She carefully folded the paper and then sealed it with wax using the seal of the Minister of Defense.
“Is that authentic?” asked SkyDancer.
“Oh yes,” nodded SunChaser. “General Kapla has two. He normally leaves one in his office and one at his home. This is the one from his home. The other is with him up north.”
“What does the paper say?” asked HawkShadow.
“It is marching orders for General Didyk and his army,” grinned SunChaser. “You are to portray a soldier on General Kapla’s staff. You will present this letter personally to General Didyk. No matter what anyone else says, you are to place it directly into the general’s hand. I do not want to take the chance of General Didyk saying that the orders never reached him.”
“Am I supposed to know what is in the letter?” asked HawkShadow.
“Not directly,” answered SunChaser, “but you will be aware of the purpose of the letter. As a member of General Kapla’s staff, you would have knowledge of something so important that orders had to be sent by special courier.”
“Makes sense,” nodded HawkShadow. “What are the orders, and why are they being issued?”
“General Didyk is being ordered to move his army to Alamar in support of General Romero,” answered SunChaser. “He is to leave immediately as General Romero’s army is under attack by Sakovans. The letter will explain how General Romero thinks he can hold out for no more than a week, so speed is essential. He is to leave without siege engines as they would slow his army down.”
“This is brilliant if he falls for it,” HawkShadow said with approval. “What if General Didyk questions the signature?”
“The signature is authentic,” grinned SunChaser. “I had General Kapla sign many blank papers when I was managing his investments. If that letter is placed into his hand, he cannot refuse the order. To do so would be treason.”
“What if the Katana countermands the order?” asked SkyDancer.
“He is the only one who could legally change the order,” frowned SunChaser. “The Katana must not learn of the order before General Didyk’s army has left the city.”
“Will this leave the city without Imperial Guards?” asked SkyDancer.
“No,” SunChaser shook her head. “There will still be five thousand soldiers attached to the city, and several hundred Monitors dedicated to protecting the Imperial Palace and the Katana.”
“Then what does this accomplish?” asked HawkShadow. “We cannot get any Sakovans out of StarCity while it is under attack. We certainly can’t take on five thousand soldiers by ourselves.”
“It gets General Didyk, and the troops that are loyal to him, out of the city,” answered SunChaser. “He is the biggest threat to us right now. General Lafor leads the city garrison. He is rather inept, which is why he has always been passed over when it came to selecting generals for the major armies. When Lafor dies, the soldiers will be rudderless. Their patrols will be sloppy or nonexistent as the soldiers will realize that no one is watching them closely.”
“Aren’t there other officers?” asked SkyDancer.
“Sure there are,” replied SunChaser, “but the city garrison is the graveyard for misfits. Any decent soldier yearns for a position in the large armies. Those who don’t measure up wind up in the city garrison. Even the officers are soldiers who have been kicked out of the major armies.”
“And how is General Lafor going to die?” asked the Sakovan assassin.
“I figured that I would leave that detail up to you,” smiled SunChaser. “The first thing to do is to get General Didyk out of the way. In my stables there is a horse for you in the last stall. There is a chest behind the stall. In it you will find all the trappings to make you look official. Make sure that you tire the horse first. It must look like you have just had a long and tiring journey.”
“I can do that,” nodded HawkShadow. “Where will I find General Didyk?”
“He has an office in the Imperial Guard headquarters,” answered SunChaser. “It is located on the park in the center of the city. You cannot miss it.”
“Show me to the stables,” said HawkShadow as he picked up the letter and put it in his pouch. “I might as well get this over with quickly so I can concentrate on General Lafor.”
SunChaser led HawkShadow out the rear door of the mansion and into an alley. Part way down the alley were the stables. She showed HawkShadow the chest and left him to prepare as he saw fit. SunChaser walked back up the alley and opened the rear door. A stray cat darted into the mansion as she opened the door. SunChaser followed it in and returned to the dining room.
“A cat just raced through here,” SkyDancer announced when SunChaser entered the room. “I didn’t know that you liked cats.”
“I normally have no time for pets,” SunChaser said as she went into the kitchen and set a bowl down for the stray animal. “This one showed up a few days ago. It is the cutest thing and I felt sorry for it. This is probably the only place in town that it can get something decent to eat.”
“You are a soft touch,” SkyDancer chuckled as SunChaser returned to the dining room. “Where was it hiding when we arrived?”
“Oh, it doesn’t spend much time in the house,” answered SunChaser. “It demands to go out every morning and only returns for food. It will want to leave again as soon as it is finished eating.”
A loud knock on the door startled SunChaser. She looked nervously towards the front door.
“Are you expecting anyone?” SkyDancer whispered.
“Not unl
ess it is HawkShadow returning for some reason,” SunChaser whispered back. “Go hide in the kitchen.”
SunChaser waited until SkyDancer left the room before walking to the front door and opening it a crack.
“Temiker?” SunChaser said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Trying to stay out of sight,” answered Lyra’s uncle as he slid through the open door. “I am not sure if anyone in this city would remember me, but I chose not to tempt the fates.”
SunChaser shook her head and closed the door. “That is not what I meant by the question,” she said as she ushered the Alamar mage into the dining room. What are you doing in Okata?”
“I felt the need to be here when Lyra arrived,” replied Temiker. “The situation in Alamar is going well enough that I was not needed there. Am I disrupting anything?” he asked as he noticed the plates on the table.
“Not at all,” smiled Cherri. “In fact, a friend of yours is in the kitchen. Go say hello while I clean up in here.”
Temiker walked into the kitchen and saw SkyDancer at the far end. His face broke into a smile and then he noticed the cat. The mage from Alamar shook his head for a moment and then moved quickly. He cast a freeze ball at the cat.
“What are you doing?” scowled SunChaser as she entered the kitchen and saw the spell go off. “Unfreeze that cat this moment. That was cruel.”
“Not until I know who it is,” Temiker said stubbornly.
“What are you talking about?” frowned SunChaser. “It is a cat.”
Suddenly icicles flew from the cat and it disappeared. Temiker backed up warily and pushed SunChaser backward as he did so. A moment later, a tall man with the face of lion appeared. His split lips were smiling.
“How did you know?” asked Ukaro.
A knife slid into SunChaser’s hand to face the threat, but SkyDancer was laughing.
“Our friendship has caused me to look at animals differently,” smiled Temiker. “Why are you here? Why have you kept your identity secret from SunChaser?”
“I do not know SunChaser,” shrugged Ukaro. “I was afraid that revealing myself would cause her to ask questions that I preferred not to address.”
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