Waylander ds-3

Waylander ds-3 Page 11

by David A. Gemmell

  'I lost almost half my men, sir. I should have abandoned the wagons two days ago.'

  'Nonsense, man! Had we not arrived in time and you had all been killed, I would have agreed with you. But the victory was worth the risk. I've got to be honest – I didn't expect it of you. Not that I doubt your courage, but you are a cautious man.'

  'You use "cautious" as an insult, sir.'

  'Maybe I do. But these are desperate times and they call for the odd risk. Caution won't send the Vagrians packing. And make no mistake, Gellan, what I said to the men was not mere rhetoric. We will win. Do you believe that?'

  'It is very hard not to believe what you say, general. The men think that if you wanted the sky green instead of blue, you would climb a mountain and paint it as it passed.'

  'And what do you think?'

  'I am ashamed to admit that I agree with them.'

  'The men need leaders, Gellan. Men with fire in their bellies. When morale goes, there can be no victory. Remember that.'

  'I am aware of it, sir. But I am not good with speeches.'

  'Don't worry about that, I'll handle the speeches. You've done fine work today and I'm proud of you. You know Purdol is still holding?'

  'I am glad to hear it, sir.'

  'I'm going there tomorrow.'

  'But it's surrounded.'

  'I know, but it's important that the fortress holds. It ties down the bulk of the Vagrian force.'

  'With respect, sir, it is far more important that you stay free. It is said they have put a price of 10,000 gold pieces on your head – almost as much as they've offered for Egel himself.'

  'Have you forgotten so swiftly what I just said about risks?'

  'But if they realise you are in Purdol, they will redouble their efforts to take it and bring in more troops.'

  'Precisely!'

  'I am sorry, sir, but I think it's insane.'

  'That's where you and I differ, Gellan. You don't see things on the grand scale. Look at me! I'm too big to sit a horse with any confidence and I am no cavalry general – give me a fortress to hold and I'm in my element. But Egel is a strategist and a fine, wily campaigner. They don't need me in Skultik. But if I can get into Purdol the Vagrians will mass troops there, giving Egel a chance to break from the forest.'

  'I see the logic and I don't want to sound like a sycophant, but we need you. If you are captured or killed, the Drenai cause will be close to lost.'

  'Nice of you to say so. But the plan is set. How do you fancy coming with me?'

  'I wouldn't miss it for the world,' said Gellan, grinning.

  'That's my man,' said Karnak. 'Now where is this sorcerer?'

  Gellan took the general into the Keep where Dardalion sat with the children.

  'That is the sorcerer?' asked Karnak, staring at the young man in the silver armour.

  'I am afraid so,' replied Gellan.

  Dardalion turned as they entered and stood, bowing to the general.

  'You are Dardalion?'

  'I am.'

  'I am Karnak.'

  'I know, general. You are most welcome.'

  'You are the most unlikely sorcerer I ever met.'

  'I am hardly a sorcerer; I cast no spells.'

  'You certainly cast one over the Vagrians – you saved the fort and every man in it. Will you ride with me?'

  'I should be honoured.'

  Karnak smiled at the children, but they hid behind Dardalion. 'You know, I believe the tide is turning,' said Karnak. 'If I can but avoid the soldiers around Purdol and the cursed Dark Brotherhood, I think we might just be ready to deliver a few death blows to the Vagrian hopes.'

  'The Dark Brotherhood are hunting you?' asked Dardalion.

  'They have been for months. And added to that, it is said that Waylander the Slayer has been hired to kill me.'

  'That is most unlikely,' said Dardalion.

  'Really? You are a prophet also?'

  'No … yes … it is not Waylander's way.'

  'You know him?' asked Karnak.

  'Yes, he knows him,' said Waylander, moving into sight on the stairway with his crossbow in hand.

  Karnak turned slowly and Gellan moved in front of him.

  'I am Waylander, and if I wanted you dead you would be dead. So now all you have to worry about is the Brotherhood.'

  'You think I should believe you?'

  'It would be a wise move in the circumstances.'

  'I have four hundred men within call.'

  'But they are not here now, general.'

  'That is true,' Karnak agreed. 'So you are not here to kill me?'

  'No. I have other business.'

  'Does it affect the Drenai cause?'

  'And if it does?' asked Waylander.

  "Then I will walk over to you and break your neck,' said Karnak.

  'Luckily it should help your cause,' said Waylander. 'I have been asked to supply Egel with a new suit of Armour!'

  They rode warily, a dozen scouts ringing the main party and the warrior general at the centre of the force shielded by six riders. Dardalion rode on his left and Gellan on the right. Behind them came the wagons, each pulled by six oxen.

  Danyal and the children rode in the lead wagon alongside the warrior Vanek. She found him to be an amusing companion. At one point, as the two lead oxen pulled in opposite directions, Vanek said, straight faced: 'Highly trained these animals – obey my every command. I'm making them do this.'

  Behind the wagons rode the rearguard of a hundred men led by Dundas, Karnak's aide: a young man with fair hair and a friendly open face. Beside him rode Waylander, in no doubt that he was a virtual prisoner; four riders sat their mounts close to him, hands on sword-hilts.

  Waylander hid his annoyance and allowed his mind to wander as his eyes soaked in the green beauty of the Sentran Plain where it merged with the grey-blue mountains of the north. After all, what did it matter if they killed him? Had he not murdered their king? And what was so special about life that he should desire to extend his span?

  None of it mattered, he realised, as the mountains loomed ever more close. How much death had these peaks seen? Who would care about this petty war in a thousand years?

  'You are an undemanding companion,' remarked Dundas, lifting his helm and running his fingers through his hair.

  Waylander did not reply. Swinging his horse's head to the left, he made to canter forward but his way was blocked by a rider.

  'The general thinks we should hold formation while in dangerous territory,' said Dundas smoothly. 'You don't object?'

  'And if I do?'

  'It will not be for long, I assure you.'

  As the day wore on, Dundas tired of attempting conversation with the dark-haired warrior. He didn't know why Karnak wanted him guarded and, in truth, he didn't care. But then that was Karnak's way – to explain only what was necessary and expect his orders to be carried out to the letter. At times it made him an extraordinarily aggravating man to serve under.

  'What is he like?' asked Waylander suddenly.

  'I am sorry, my mind was wandering,' said Dundas. 'What did you say?'

  'The general – what is he like?'

  'Why do you want to know?'

  'Curiosity. I understand he was a First Dun officer in charge of a hill fort. Now he is a general.'

  'You have not heard of Margate and the siege?'

  'No.'

  'I should really let the general tell it. There are so many wonderful embellishments to the tale now that it would not surprise me to hear that dragons have been introduced. But still … would you like to hear it?'

  'Were you there?'

  'Yes.'

  'Good. I prefer first-hand accounts.'

  'Well, as you say, Karnak was First Dun at Margate. The fort is not large – probably twice the size of Masin, and there is … was … a small town outside the keep. Karnak had six hundred men under his command. The Vagrians poured into Skoda and surrounded Margate, demanding our surrender. We refused and held off their at
tacks for the first day, then watched as they made their night camp. We had lost sixty men during the day, but we were holding well and the Vagrians believed they had us all in their net.'

  'How many of them were there?' asked Waylander.

  'We estimated eight thousand. Anyway, Karnak had sent scouts to watch for the Vagrians – he never trusted their promises of peace – so we had advance warning of their attack. Do you know Margate … ?' Waylander nodded. 'Then you know there is a small wood about a mile to the east.

  Karnak had taken three hundred men there during the previous night. Now, as the Vagrians slept in their camp he descended on them in the darkest hours of the night, firing their tents and stampeding their horses. Our warriors made enough noise to be mistaken for a whole Drenai army, and we opened the gates and led an attack from the front. The Vagrians pulled back to re-form, but by dawn we were away to Skultik. We must have slain more than eight hundred of them.'

  'Clever,' said Waylander, 'but hardly a victory.'

  'What do you mean? We were outnumbered more than ten to one.'

  'Exactly. When you first received news of the invasion, you could have pulled back. What point was there in fighting at all?'

  'Have you no sense of honour? We gave them a bloody nose – we let them know the Drenai can fight as well as they run.'

  'But still they took the fort.'

  'I do not understand you, Dakeyras … or whatever your name is. If running means so much to you, why did you go to Masin and help Gellan and his men?'

  'It was the only safe place. Or rather the safest I could find.'

  'Well, you will be safe enough in Skultik. The Vagrians dare not invade.'

  'I hope the Vagrians know that.'

  'What does that mean?' snapped the young officer.

  'Nothing at all. Tell me about Egel?'

  'Why? So that you can mock his achievements?'

  'You are young and full of fire, and you see mockery where none exists. It is not blasphemy to question a military decision. It could be, as you say, that Karnak's decision to give a bloody nose to the Vagrians was a good one; it would lift morale, for example. But it strikes me that it was a risky venture which could have whiplashed against him. What if the enemy had scouted the woods? He would have been forced to run, leaving you and three hundred men trapped.'

  'But they did not.'

  'Exactly – and now he is a hero. I have known many heroes. Mostly other men die to build their legends.'

  'I would be proud to die for Karnak – he is a great man. And beware of insulting him, unless you wish to cross swords with any man within earshot.'

  'I think your message is clear, Dundas. He is revered.'

  'And rightly so. He does not send his men into danger without risking himself. He is always in the thick of the fighting.'

  'Very wise,' observed Waylander.

  'Even now he plans to ride to the aid of Purdol. Is that the act of a vainglorious man?'

  'Purdol? It is surrounded.'

  Dundas bit his lip and turned away momentarily, his face reddening. 'I would be obliged if you did not repeat that. I should not have said it.'

  'I am not known for being loose-tongued,' said Waylander. 'It is forgotten.'

  'Thank you, I am grateful. It is just that I was angry. He is a very great man.'

  'I am sure that he is. And now that we trust each other, I am sure you will not object to my riding forward to speak with my companions?'

  Dundas' face was a picture of confusion, but a resigned expression settled over his features. 'Of course not. I need to feel the wind in my face also. I will ride with you.'

  The two men spurred their horses into a canter and Waylander rode to the centre of the column. Karnak swung in the saddle as he approached, followed by the young officer.

  'Welcome to our group, Waylander,' said the general, grinning. 'You've just missed the tale of Margate.'

  'No, I did not. Dundas spoke of it. But were there dragons in your account?'

  'Not yet, but I'm working on it,' replied Karnak. 'Come ride beside me. I understand you and Gellan are old friends?'

  'We knew one another once,' said Gellan, 'but not very well.'

  'No matter,' said Karnak. 'Tell me, Waylander, why do the Brotherhood hunt you?'

  'I killed Kaem's son.'

  'Why?'

  'His father owed me money.'

  'God, you sicken me!' snapped Gellan. 'Excuse me, general, but I need to ride awhile and stretch my back.' Karnak nodded and Gellan pulled his horse from the group.

  'You're a strange man,' said Karnak.

  Waylander smiled coldly. 'So are you, general. What are you seeking?'

  'Victory. What else is there?'

  'Immortality?'

  Karnak smiled. 'Do not misread me, Waylander – I am no man's fool. I am vain. I am conceited. My strength is that I know what I am. I am the finest general you will ever know, and the greatest warrior of the age. Yes, I want immortality. And I will not be remembered as a gallant loser. Count on it.'

  Although they pushed on through most of the night, a sudden storm bogged down the wagons and Karnak called a halt. Tarpaulins were hastily erected against the sides of the wagons to create makeshift. The man was overweight and outlandishly garbed in clothes of green, blue and yellow. And yet he was still impressive.

  'What are you thinking?' asked Karnak, drawing his cloak about his shoulders.

  'I am wondering what on earth possesses you to dress like that,' said Waylander, grinning. 'Blue shirt, green cloak, yellow leggings! It seems that you dressed in stages while drunk.'

  'I am not shaped for fashionable garments,' admitted Karnak. 'I dress for comfort. Now tell me about this Armour of Egel's.'

  'An old man asked me to fetch it for him and I said that I would. There is no mystery to it.'

  'How splendidly you understate your mission. The old man was Orien, while the Armour is legend and hidden in the lands of the Nadir.'

  'Dardalion told you. Well then, there is no need for you to question me further. You know all there is to know.'

  'I do not know why you chose to go. What does it profit you?'

  'That is my business.'

  'Indeed. But the Armour means a great deal to the Drenai and that is my concern.'

  'You have come a long way in a short time, general. It is hardly the concern of a First Dun at a rundown fort.'

  'Understand me, Waylander. I am a genial man with a heart of gold … when people humour me. Now, I like you and I am trying to forget that a man dressed in black and carrying a small crossbow killed King Niallad. Such a man would receive swift sentencing.'

  'Why do you need to know?'

  Karnak leaned back, his pale eyes locking to Way-lander's gaze. 'I could use the Armour, it would help me.'

  'It would not fit you, general.'

  'It can be altered.'

  'But it is promised to Egel.'

  'He does not even know of it.'

  'You are a man full of surprises, Karnak. Here you sit on the edge of defeat and already you plan your brilliant future. What is it to be? King Karnak? That has a ring to it. Earl Karnak, perhaps?'

  'I am not looking that far ahead, Waylander. I trust my judgements. Egel is a fine warrior and a good general. Cautious, yes, but there is steel in the man. Given certain advantages, he could swing this war.'

  'The Armour would be just such an advantage,' commented Waylander.

  'Indeed it would. But it could be put to better use elsewhere.'

  'Where?'

  'Purdol,' said Karnak, leaning forward and watching Waylander intently.

  'The fortress is already surrounded.'

  'There is a way in.'

  'What do you have in mind?' ,

  'I will send twenty of my best men with you to fetch the Armour. You will bring it to Purdol – to me.'

  'And you will stand on the battlements in Orien's Armour of Bronze and carve yourself a role in the history of the Drenai people.'

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nbsp; 'Yes. What do you say?'

  'I say forget it. Orien asked a favour of me and I said that I would attempt it. I may not be a great man, Karnak, but when I speak you can rely on my word. If it is humanly possible to retrieve the Armour, I will do so … and deliver it to Egel in Skultik, or wherever he may be. Does that answer the question?'

  'You realise I am holding your life in the palm of my hand?'

  'I do not care, general. That is the simple beauty of this quest. I do not care if it is successful – and I care even less about threats to my life. I have nothing to live for, my blood runs in no living thing. Can you understand that?'

  'So I cannot tempt you with riches or with threats?'

  'That is true. It makes a nonsense of my reputation, does it not?'

  'Is there anything I can do to help you with your quest?'

  'That is a somewhat abrupt change of stance, general.'

  'I am a realist. I know when to walk away. If I cannot have the Armour, then Egel is the next best thing for the Drenai. So ask. Anything you require?'

  'I require nothing. I have funds enough in Skarta.'

  'But surely you cannot intend to go alone?'

  'Ideally I would like to take an army – but short of that, one man has more chance of success.'

  'What of Dardalion?'

  'His destiny lies elsewhere. He can, and will, prove useful to you.'

  'How soon do you plan to leave?'

  'Soon.'

  'Still you do not trust me?'

  'I trust no one, general. Trust implies need, need implies caring.'

  'And you care for nothing? Not even the woman and the children?'

  'I care for nothing.'

  'I read men as other men read tracks. You are an open book to me, Waylander, and I think you are lying – as you lied when I asked about Kaem's son. But we will let it lie; it matters not a whit, except to you. I will let you sleep now.'

  The huge general pushed himself to his feet and stepped out into the night. The rain had stopped. Karnak stretched his back and moved off along the column, flanked by his two bodyguards.

  'What do you make of him, Ris?' he asked the taller of the two.

  'I don't know, general. They say he fought well at Masin. He's steady. Cool.'

  'But would you trust him?'

  'I think I would. I would certainly sooner trust him than fight him.'

 

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