"Aye," Conan said. "Most of the men performed better than I had hoped."
Hagbard grinned. "The Thungians huddled like sheep. They will be no stop to us."
"Today they were surprised. Tomorrow morning they will be a little less so. After that it is only a matter of time until they find out how to fight us and how easy it is for men behind a shield-wall to deal with horsemen, especially when they are not mounted on trained animals."
"Is it so easy?" asked Hagbard, crestfallen.
Conan gave a curt nod. "Today, out of habit, they struck at the riders. Soon they will realize that it is much easier to kill the horses. When we see spearmen lunging for the mounts while others engage the riders, we'll know that it is time to ride for the garth."
Totila cursed the dense flurry of snow that had begun to fall. The horsemen had struck them twice the day before, and once this day. The magpies flew close by his head to perch upon lilma's shoulders.
"Saw they anything?" Totila demanded.
"No, my king," lilma answered. "The snow is too dense." He hesitated. "I feel some wizardry in this snow. It is not of natural origin."
Totila spent a brief moment in thought. After the first strike the day before, the horsemen had attacked in the midst of snows such as this.
"Band together!" he shouted. "Form a shield-wall here! They'll be back soon!"
The column of marching men closed up quickly and stood shield-to-shield. They were grim and impatient for combat. The will-o'-the-wisp horsemen had struck and run without giving them any target for their wrath. This time the king was getting them ready to fight before seeing or hearing the hated horsemen. They waited in tense silence.
Leovigild waited nervously at the edge of the trees. They could hear the marching men below, but they could not see them. He had not thought of this when the old wizard had suggested this plan of action. The snow
blinded the birds, but it blinded the horsemen as well. He turned to Rerin.
"I do not like this. We had an advantage when we could see them. Perhaps this was not so good an idea."
"It was the only hope," Rerin told him. "And it did give us two undetected ambushes." He looked around him at the falling snow. "You had best make your move. The snow will thin soon."
"They've stopped," said Siggeir, who sat his mount at Leovigild's side.
Leovigild thought on this for a moment. "Totila is no fool. We hit him twice in the snow. Now he expects us to strike while it is snowing." He came to a swift decision. "Siggeir, ride quickly and bring the other two squadrons here. If they are no longer strung out in line of march, it will be useless to strike them in three small groups. Best to pick one spot on the shield-wall and throw all our force against it."
"That was not Conan's instruction," said Rerin doubtfully.
"Conan is not here," said Leovigild. "I am."
"Stick to your spells, Rerin," Siggeir advised. "Leave battle to the warriors." He wheeled his horse and was off. The many dents and nicks in Leovigild's armor testified to his willingness to get into the thick of the fight. That was enough for the Cambres.
"Do not worry," Leovigild assured Rerin with a smile, "I think this is the course Conan would have advised had he been here."
Before the snow had begun to thin, the rest of the men had ridden up to form a group around Leovigild. "We'll find them in a shield-wall down there," he called out. "This time we must not split up, but strike as a single force against one part of the wall. Those we
do not engage can do nothing but watch. Do not try to seek out a champion to fight, but help your comrades to break the wall. We can hurt them sorely that way. When order the horn sounded, break off and rally in the trees."
"Where do we hit them?" asked Siggeir.
"Where Totila stands," Leovigild answered. "You have all seen him by now. Follow me. When I see him, I'll ride for him. If we can slay Totila, the war may be won at a stroke. Now, let's ride!" With a ferocious roar, the men charged off after Leovigild, leaving Rerin to wait worriedly.
"Here they come!" Totila shouted, grinning between the cheekplates of his helm. He drew his sword. "Let's see how well they fight against men who are prepared!" His men shouted their approval.
The horsemen turned when they were within spear-range and began to ride along the face of the shield-wall. Totila knew they were looking for him, and he made no effort to hide himself. His helm and cloak were famed throughout the Northland, and he was anxious to try their best men.
In the van of the attackers was a handsome, fair-haired young man he had marked before for his brav-ery. He had little doubt that this was young Leovigild, cast out by Odoac. He wondered where the black-haired champion might be. He longed to test himself against that man. On the other hand, killing Odoac's heir would be a fine political move.
Leovigild saw Totila standing in the forefront. This was no man to huddle in the midst of his housecarls like Odoac. The sight of Totila standing there so fearlessly caused Leovigild to forget the wise advice of Conan,
'Rerin, and Siggier. He pointed with his spear and charged straight at Totila. Just before he collided with the shield-wall, he heard Totila shout to his men: "Hold your places and thrust at the horses! They are helpless without them!"
Then he was within spear-thrust of the man with the splendid helm and the cloak of men's hair. He thrust strongly, but Totila cut away his spear point with con-temptuous ease. Had he followed Conan's advice Leovigild would have withdrawn to let another spear-man have a chance at Totila. Instead he drew his sword and cut at the magnificent helm. Totila blocked easily with his shield. Leovigild could only reach out with the tip of his sword. In frustration, he leaped to the ground and attacked Totila shield-to-shield. With a fierce grin, Totila met him savagely. His blows rained down so swiftly that Leovigild barely had time to ward them, much less to send blows back in reply.
In desperation,. Leovigild cut low at Totila's knee. With an agility that was amazing in so large a man, Totila leaped over the cut, leaving Leovigild bent far over with the follow-through of his blow, his shield lowered. Totila's first blow smashed against the younger man's helmet. His second split the tough bronze of his cuirass.
Totila was preparing the deathblow when a pack of Cambres rode up, pushing him back with their spears. The biggest of them leaned from his saddle, grabbed the youth by the collar of his backplate, and hauled him across the saddle. Then Leovigild's rescuer set a hunting-horn to his lips and sounded it. With a flurry of churned-up snow, the horsemen rode off.
Totila accepted the praise of his men for his fight with the youth. Then he surveyed the enemy dead.
There were at least a dozen. "How many did we lose?" he called.
"About half a score," said a grizzled warrior who was binding up a cut arm.
"No advantage to them, then," Totila said trium-phantly. "So, when it is clear, lilma's birds will tell us they are coming. When it is too snowy for the birds to fly, we will know that they are coming! We've nothing to fear from them, so let's march to Alcuina's garth and finish this matter!" With a shout of joy, the Tormanna followed their king.
Conan and his men were encamped on their home-ward ride when the rest of the Cambres caught up to them. A huntsman came running up to Conan's fire to give him the news, and the Cimmerian stood to receive them. He knew that the news was not good when he saw the inert form across Siggeir's saddle. He helped the lad down and saw the wounds on head and chest. His practiced eye told him that the boy had taken these wounds while on his feet facing a bigger man.
Conan looked at Siggeir and Rerin. "Totila?" he asked.
Siggeir nodded. He reported to Conan on the day's doings while Rerin got out his herbs and began tending to the young man's wounds. Conan shook his head when the recitation was done.
"To mass for an attack against a shield-wall was a wise move," Conan said. "But to dismount to fight especially against a man like Totilathat was foolish."
"What would you have a man of good blood do?" demanded Sigg
eir. "He saw Totila standing there before his men like a true king. Could he in honor do less than meet Totila on even terms?"
The other Cambres nodded and agreed. They wanted a warrior king and if Leovigild was willing to-risk certain death to live up to their ideal of such a man, they honored him for it.
Conan smiled at their grim faces. "Northerners. What headstrong fools you all are. Well, I am a northerner, too." He looked down at Leovigild's recumbent form. "He'll make you a good king, if he lives."
Rerin looked up at them. "His wounds are grave, but I can heal them if we can get him back to the garth. In my hut I can do far more for him than I can here."
Conan summoned a party of the huntsmen and ordered them to fashion a litter. "They can carry him through these woods far faster man a horse-drawn lit-ter," he told Rerin. "The rest of us will ride after, staying between you and the enemy."
"How fared you against Odoac?" Siggeir asked.
"We killed many," Conan told him. "We struck them five times before they took to making a shield-wall and trying to spear the horses. But Odoac stayed in the midst of his men; we had no chance to kill him."
"That is unfortunate," Siggeir said. "Perhaps we've whittled them down enough to make a good fight of it when it comes to the siege."
Conan nodded, but held his counsel.
Alcuina saw the man being carried on the litter, and her heart sank. Since the men had ridden to war, she had spent most of every day here on the wall above the gate, waiting for word of what was happening out in the forest. Her greatest fear was that they would bring Conan or Leovigild back dead. She knew that she needed both of them if her people were to survive, and she was sure that this was one of mem now. If it was, which did she want it to be? She pushed that question aside as she ordered the gate to be opened and ran out to meet the little party.
She released a long sigh when she saw that it was Leovigild's pale face above a mass of bandages. She felt a great relief, and she was not certain if it was because it was not Conan, or because Leovigild was not dead.
"We must get him to my hut," Rerin said from the back of his horse.
Alcuina gave orders to the thralls, and Leovigild was carried inside to Rerin's hut, where the old wizard dismounted stiffly.
"Bring him inside," he ordered curtly. While Rerin tended to Leovigild's hurts, he reported to Alcuina. "We were successful," he said when the report was finished. "But I do not think we hurt them as badly as Conan had hoped."
"And now poor Leovigild is out of the fight," she said.
"His value was not as a warrior," Rerin said, "but as a leader. In that he did well. Any who had doubts about the lad lost them when they saw him fighting the Tormanna and taking on Totila man-to-man. They'll fight as fiercely for him now as they would were he fighting in the forefront of them."
"Do you think he would be a good king?"
"An excellent one," Rerin assured her.
She nodded. "Then that is what he shall be."
Conan and the others rode in as the sun was setting. Wearily they dismounted and turned their horses over to the thralls. The wounded went to Rerin's hut for treatment. Alcuina came from the hall and crossed the yard so Conan.
"How many did we lose?" she asked.
"A score, and as many wounded, although few are sorely hurt. We cost them three times that many. Most of the men we lost were in the first assault. In the second and third, our men knew better what they were doing. After that the enemy learned how to defend themselves."
"Was it enough?"
"Perhaps. We shall know soon. At any rate, we're in a better position than we were a few days ago. How is the lad?"
"Speak more respectfully of the future king of the Cambres. Rerin says he will recover, although it shall be many weeks before he is fully fit."
"I rejoice to hear that he will be well and that your tongue has lost none of its edge."
For once, she smiled at him. "It does no good to let a liege man grow too familiar, even a black-haired outlander who craves to head south for the hot climes and the sweet wine. Come, Leovigild has been demand-ing that you be brought to him as soon as you arrive here."
"Picked up kingly ways already, has he?" Conan pretended to grumble. Indeed, he was happy to know that the boy would live.
They went into the hall, where a huge meal was being prepared for the returning warriors. Behind the arras at the end of the hall they found Leovigild on a bed of bearskins and other furs. His head and chest were heavily swathed in bandages, and his face was pale, but he managed a weak smile of welcome when he saw Conan.
"I fear I did not do well on my first command, champion. I hope you fared better."
"You were a purblind idiot to try to fight Totila," Conan said, earning a venomous glare from Alcuina. "But aside from that you did well. Your men will have no cause to regret that you lead them in battle. You'll have some fine scars to show for it, too."
"Do you think the men hold me the lesser man because I could not defeat Totila?"
"If any say so," Alcuina hissed, "I'll have the hide off their"
"No," Conan interrupted, "only a fool would expect a young man on his first blade-wetting to slay a man like Totila, no matter how high his blood. You did well, Leovigild, and your hair is not decorating his cloak."
Rerin came in to check on his patient. "You must not tire him. He needs rest."
Conan grinned crookedly. "Physicians are the same everywhere. We'll speak tomorrow, Leovigild. Your shield may guard my right side in any battle." He made to go but turned back at a last word from Leovigild.
"Conan, you must slay Totila. You are the only man in the North who has a chance." His eyes grew haunted. "It was like fighting a mountain."
Conan's face became most grim. "He'll not have my hair either."
After the feast, where each man had had his chance to boast of his feats in the late fighting, Conan sat working a few nicks out of his sword with a whetstone. He looked up to see Rerin standing by his side.
"How goes it, Rerin?"
The old man sat on the bench beside him, shaking his head. "I am most apprehensive. It is three battles we face."
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Conan raised his sword and sighted along one edge. "Why three?"
"There will be a battle of armies, and a battle of kings, and a battle of wizards. To survive, we must win all three."
Conan turned the sword over and checked the other edge. "Do you think we will not?"
"My greatest fears are for the wizard-duel. I know my craft, as you have seen, but lilma has traffic with powers I dare not even contact. They must destroy him in the end, but until he is overwhelmed by the fruits of his ambition, he may wield powers far in excess of any I command."
Conan put the sword back in its sheath and hung it from its peg. "Few things are worse for an army than too much talk of defeat before battle can even be joined. Thus, you are defeated ere you fight. If you have already lost in your own mind, lilma need do nothing at all."
"That may be true of warriors, but I can make a ready evaluation of my strength and his, using neither optimism nor despair. As of now, he has the upper hand."
"So much for now. The fighting will begin tomorrow or perhaps the next day. How may we arrange matters more to our advantage in the meantime?"
Rerin smiled slightly. "You are not merely the simple warrior you seem."
Conan lifted his horn and swallowed a heavy draught of ale. "When it comes to fighting, I prefer to meet my foe man-to-man and sword-to-sword. Wizardry is different. I have no liking for it, and if I must endure it, I want to have every advantage I can get. Now, what is your suggestion? You did not come here to exchange idle talk."
"Be sure of it. Do you think that you can defeat Totila?"
Conan shrugged. "I have met no man yet who was my match. That means nothing. Totila is a great warrior, by all accounts. When we meet we shall know which of us is the greater."
"Odoac is of no account as a man," Rerin said. "How the Thu
ngians fight shall depend upon who kills Odoac first, we or Totila. They will probably join his slayer for lack of a king. The deciding factor must be lilma, and he is in bad odor with Totila now."
"How so?" asked Conan.
"He has failed a number of times, despite all his powers. His walking dead men could not defeat us; his demon-abductors failed to bring him Alcuina; even my poor snowstorms prevented his magpies from helping them on the march. By now he will be desperate to regain favor with Totila. In this desperation we may find his fatal weakness."
"Say on," urged Conan, intrigued.. Wizard and champion talked long into the night.
thirteen
Demon Birds
section of the great hall had been curtained off as an infirmary for the men sorely wounded in the late fighting. With the stoicism of the North they made light of their wounds, although they knew mat some of them would not live to see the coming of spring. Leovigild was in such pain that even breathing was an agony, but he felt that he was fortunate to be among such men, and did his best to pretend that he was not suffering.
His game of knucklebones with a man who had lost an eye and two fingers was interrupted when an arras stitched with the deeds of a warrior dead two hundred years was pushed aside, admitting a small group of the senior warriors, along with Alcuina, Rerin, and Conan.
"I trust you are on the mend, Leovigild," Alcuina said.
"I have seldom felt better," he said bravely, fooling no one, "and I hope to raise my sword in your cause soon."
Alcuina smiled, and such was her beauty that he
found Atalia slowly vanishing from his memory. In-deed, the fantastic day and night he had spent in the little valley now seemed as insubstantial as a dream, and was fading from his memory as a dream fades upon waking.
"I'll not call upon your sword arm until you are fully fit," Alcuina said. "However, there is a bold plan afoot to weaken Totila somewhat, and I deemed it meet that you should have a part in our counsels."
"I am honored that you so value my counsel, my lady," he said. He managed a weak smile at Conan. "And I warrant that, if there is a bold plan brewing, this great, black-haired rogue is in the midst of it."
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