The Darkslayer: Series 2 Special Edition (Bish and Bone Bundle Books 6-10): Sword and Sorcery Adventures

by Craig Halloran

  “Are you going to chop down the towers with your axe?” Melegal said, eyeing the menacing head of steel.

  “I might.”

  Brak spit out some water. His hand had nasty burn marks on it.

  “What did you do, hit a sand spider in the face?” Melegal said.

  “I hit a few.” He put his hand in Melegal’s face. The thief turned his nose. “Bish, that’s awful. What did you do, wipe your arse between your battles?”

  “Just a time or two.” Brak’s stomach rumbled. His eyes started to glaze over. “I need rations. I need them now.”

  Melegal pointed down the street, where supply tents had been set up. “You’ll find what you need there.”

  “I’ll be back,” Brak said. He limped off.

  “So, you fought without the helmet and lived. Imagine that.”

  Venir leaned Brool against the wall. “So far, I haven’t had the need for it. It’s somewhat liberating, but I can still feel them, me. There’s only going to be one way out of this.” Venir combed the blood and grit from his hair. He flicked a hunk of flesh from his scale mail. “I must have been hit dozens of times, at least the ones I could feel, but this armor held. You should try a set; it’s not so restricting.”

  “That will never happen.”

  “Time is short. Perhaps you should try something new. You might not ever get another chance.” Venir finished off the water skin and flung it over to a passing dwarf headed to the supply tents. “I’ve always wanted to wear a vest like yours.”

  With his arms crossed, Melegal said, “It’s disappointing that you still haven’t lost your horrible sense of humor through all of this.”

  “Would you rather I whined about everything like you do?”

  “No, it’s those simple pleasures in this miserable life that I like to hoard for myself.”

  “So, how are things holding up on the East Gate?”

  “All I can say is that it’s still there.”

  “Let’s walk.” Venir led the way south down the roadway toward the East Gate. Hundreds of soldiers were stationed outside and on top of the gate. Many of the soldiers from the front lines of the blockade were switching posts with the gate guards. The grimy soldiers exchanged greetings, sharing food and drink and telling war stories before they headed to the front lines of the battle. Venir pumped forearms with many of them.

  A black-haired man sat on the ground, sharpening his longsword with a stone. He had a twisted smile on his face when he looked up at Venir. “I stabbed an ogre in its bowels. I lived to tell about it. Heh-heh.”

  Venir nodded and moved on. With Melegal, he scaled the ladder beside the gate to the top of the wall. He moved north, with his restless eyes on the towers lined up in a row less than one hundred yards away. The siege towers stood thirty feet high. Three levels of underlings were in the holds underneath. Down on the ground, the underlings, numbering in the thousands, either stood or sat on the ground. They stretched along the wall from one end to the other before their ranks vanished behind the bend.

  “Those towers should burn. Why haven’t we set fire to them?” Venir said.

  “The dwarves tried. They have underling mages among them. They are now dousing the flames and shielding them from our missile weapons.” Melegal shrugged his narrow shoulders. “That’s why I made the chopping-the-tree-down suggestion.”

  “What is Fogle doing?”

  “When I left him, he was sitting behind the battlements, reading his spellbook.”

  “I take it he hasn’t located Sinway.”

  “Oh, did you say Sinway? I told him Elypsa. She is such a divine creature. I was hoping that once I won, I’d be able to keep her.”

  Venir gave him a disapproving glance.

  “Yes, he’s looking for Sinway, but—”

  “Why don’t you just shout our plans over the wall for all of the underlings to hear.” Fogle approached them from the other side of the East Gate. His book was tucked underneath his arm. “I can hear you and so can everyone else.”

  “That comes with the territory with him,” Melegal said. “You should be used to it by now, even though you never get used to it.”

  Standing in front of Fogle, Venir said, “They don’t understand our words. Tell me, what have you discovered. Anything.”

  Fogle’s eyes twitched. They became glassy for a long moment. Speaking as if he was standing on the other side of the city, he said, “It’s all soldiers, Venir. You’ve thrashed the ranks of orcs and ogres, but we had heavy losses as well. I suspect the underlings will really hit hard tomorrow.” His eyes twitched and came back into focus. “Not that they didn’t hit hard today, but tomorrow will be different. They’ll use more magic.” He looked at the ominous siege towers. “They’re hiding something else in there. I can sense it.”

  Venir grabbed Fogle by the collar of his robes. “Then you better make sure we are ready for it.”

  CHAPTER 24

  With a scarlet moon shining through her window, Kam swung her legs out from underneath the sheets and slid her bare toes down to the floor. Wincing, she covered Erin back under the blankets. Putting the back of her hand to her cheek, she yawned. Her mouth was dry. She grabbed a pitcher of water from her bedside table, refilled the glass, and drank. As she made her way to the window, she let out a sigh.

  Her room overlooked the Royal Roadway, and she could see hundreds of soldiers spread out among the small bonfires. Aside from the rustling, the streets were oddly quiet. On and off throughout the day, the ring of steel from the fighting woke her up from heavy sleep. Her side still burned and she was very weak. Her eyes were always tired.

  She searched for Venir in the cluster of shadowy figures. She hoped to hear his voice. She missed the soothing rumble he produced when he spoke. It put her at ease more than she cared to admit. A soft creak of the bedroom door caught her ear. Her quick turn made her head dizzy, and she swooned.

  Jubilee, who was peeking in, rushed inside. Her pretty little face was stricken with concern as she caught Kam by the waist and steadied her. “You shouldn’t be out of bed. Come, let’s get you back under the covers.”

  “No, I’m fine, Jubilee. Your entrance startled me.”

  “Did you think I was an underling?”

  “Aren’t you?” Kam said with a smile.

  “Ha, ha,” Jubilee said. She was dressed in a rugged set of clothing that castle messengers wore, which offered some protection. The buckles on her leather bracers snagged the pink sleeping gown that Kam was wearing. Jubilee ran her hands over the finely woven fabric. “That is so soft. Have you seen any in my size? It’s been a long time since I’ve been so comfortable. I was spoiled with it, once, you know.”

  “Yes, I know, little royal.” Kam put her handless arm over Jubilee’s shoulder. “Let’s go for a walk. Perhaps we can find you something in another room.”

  “I like that idea.” Jubilee’s gaze drifted to the bed. “Should we take Erin?”

  “No, I don’t want to wake her. She was very restless all day. Come.” Kam led the way into the hall. To her surprise, there were two dwarven soldiers posted in the hallway. It gave her a great deal of comfort. Her time spent with Mood and his dwarves was eye-opening. The dwarves were the very definition of duty. “Let’s take the steps. I need to build my strength up, and I wouldn’t mind seeing more of the castle. The architecture is so different here than in the City of Three.”

  “I really like the City of Three. It was prettier. I miss the waterfalls. I never imagined there was so much water before in the entire world.” Jubilee helped Kam down the stairs until they made it to the ground level. The floors were stained from battle. “Three was much cleaner, too.”

  Kam enjoyed the great pillars, columns, and archways that made up the castle’s framework. There was an artistic flair to them, but with hard lines and edges, unlike the smoother stones in the City of Three. After walking for a while, she angled into one of the many living rooms. Huge portraits lined the walls. The heavy folds of
the drapes pulled over the windows made for a dreary setting. Only a few candles were lit.

  “Huh, I’ve never seen this room before.” Jubilee rose up on her toes, staring at one in particular. “They sure did like paintings of themselves.”

  “They are royals. They like everything about themselves.”

  “I’m a royal, and you’re a royal. So, it’s bad to like ourselves?”

  “No, so long as you like others just as well, but look at all of those froward faces. There’s hardly a smile among them. That was one of the things that always irked me most about a royal. I had everything I could possibly need, except for happiness. Being spoiled ruined things.”

  “I liked being spoiled, but I think I understand what you mean. My life is much fuller now.”

  Kam rubbed her head. “Mine too.” An image of a man in one of the pictures caught her eye. She leaned closer. “Huh?”

  “What?” Jubilee was searching the picture that consisted of a group of twenty royals. They were all sitting together in a vast living room with twin fireplaces burning on either side of the group. “I don’t see anything unusual. It’s just a group of unhappy people, like you say. Many are pretty and handsome, but they seem empty.”

  Kam grabbed a candlestick and shed more light on the painting. “That one there looks very familiar.”

  Rising up on her toes and squinting her eyes, Jubilee suddenly gasped. “Slat, that’s Melegal!”

  They both looked at each other with eyes bigger than saucers. Kam let out an abrupt giggle. “I can only suppose it’s an odd coincidence. We’ll have to show it to him the next chance that we get. Who knows, perhaps Melegal has some royal blood in his veins.”

  A group of soldiers moving quickly down the hall passed by the living room. The last one in line was Ebenezer. He almost made it by them before he turned his head and saw them. He came to a stop and said to the other men, “I’ll catch up.” Entering the room, he bowed. “Ladies, it is good to see you out and about. Can I do anything for you?”

  Ebenezer was in his late forties, and he carried the rugged, aristocratic charm of a royal. Wearing a suit of ghost armor that had been exposed to long hours of battle, he wandered closer. His broadsword’s scabbard clicked lightly against his waist as he walked.

  “I was just admiring your castle,” Kam said. “I’ve never been to Bone before.”

  “Well, you couldn’t have picked a worse time to stop by for a visit. It used to be a beautiful place, but now we will have to rely on your own natural beauty to brighten our rooms and halls.”

  Kam smiled. “We were just laughing as we noticed one of the faces in your portraits looks very much like our friend Melegal.”

  “Is that so? Let me see?” Ebenezer’s great height allowed him to look almost directly at the picture. He pointed. “This one?”

  “That’s the one,” Jubilee said.

  “I agree. It’s a remarkable likeness. That’s very interesting, seeing how this painting, I believe, is centuries old. My mother, Manamus, would bring me down here when I was a boy and tell me stories about some of the more recent people. I fear much of our family lore has been lost.” He turned and put his large hands over the women’s shoulders. Pointing them toward the hall, he said, “Speaking of my deceased mother Manamus, I think there might be some items of interest to you, Kam. You are a sorceress, are you not?”

  “Yes,” Kam said.

  “My mother was always disappointed in my lack of interest in magic, and now, without any heirs of interest—after all, Rayal takes after my fighting spirit—she leaves me with knowledge I can’t begin to comprehend. May I take you to her chambers?”

  “Yes.” Kam took one long lasting look back at the painting as they left the room.

  CHAPTER 25

  Venir woke to the sound of groaning wheels and the pop of wood coming from the siege towers. He’d been catnapping most of the night with his head positioned between the battlements. He lifted his arm, which felt stiff as a board and heavy as a bag of sand, and hit Fogle. The mage slept with his mouth hanging open. He stirred, but kept on sleeping.

  “Soft,” Venir mumbled. As he started to rise, he caught sight of Melegal standing behind the parapet wall. He was drinking from a clay mug of coffee. His steely eyes were fixed on the siege towers that began to slowly roll forward. The towers were moving on their own, without the strength of their breed, but by the power of something unseen. “Did you bring any more coffee for our guests?”

  “Underlings don’t like coffee.”

  “I do.”

  Melegal shrugged. “I don’t think a good cup of coffee is going to do you much good at this point. Just ready that battle axe of yours and start swinging.”

  The dwarves lined up along the wall as far as the eye could see, two men deep. They carried crossbows and spears. Spaced out every thirty feet were small catapults. On dwarven command, they launched stones bigger than a man’s head. The stones bounced off an unseen force.

  Grinding his teeth, Venir reached down, grabbed Fogle by his robes, and pulled him to his feet. He picked up the spellbook, and shoved it against the man’s chest. “Do something.”

  Fogle flicked his fingers and wrists. “My joints are still sleeping. And just so you know, while you slept, I was reading. I’ve something prepared for those towers, well, at least one, but that will be one less that you have to deal with.”

  “Get on with it, then,” Venir said.

  “They need to be in closer range. They are too far away at the moment.” Fogle set the book down on the parapet, read from the pages, and started speaking rapidly. It lasted a few seconds before he stopped. Looking outward, he said, “I’m ready.”

  The siege towers advanced in a slow and steady creaking of wheels. The underling army lined up between them. Many of the underlings were carrying long ladders made from metal. Also among the ranks were hundreds of riders on spiders in the front, as well as gigantic spiders in the rear.

  “That is the creepiest army I ever saw.” Melegal set his coffee mug down on top of the battlement and drew a dagger. “I’m ready.”

  “I think you’re going to need a bigger knife.” Venir rolled back his shoulders. His body had a sluggish feel. His rucksack lay on the ground at his feet. He was tempted to put the helmet on. It would provide the endless energy he needed. Perhaps much more than he needed. A dwarven horn sounded. He turned toward the city. Soldiers marched down the streets to the battles that began anew at the blockades. “I better get down there.”

  Melegal showed a look of surprise. “You aren’t going to stay and watch my glorious triumph over the underlings? Or marvel at Fogle’s spell weaving? Methinks you fear that our efforts might outshine your own.”

  Venir hefted his axe off his shoulder and grabbed his pack. “That will be the day, but I’ll stay long enough to see what Fogle will unleash. I’m curious.”

  Fogle shrugged. “No pressure.” His eyes remained on the siege towers, which crept forward at an agonizing pace. In long minutes, they moved from fifty yards away to twenty-five. They were so close, he could see the bright colors in the fiends’ eyes. Fogle’s fingers flared up with a golden hue. He made a motion like he was turning a wheel with his glowing hand. The left-front- bottom wheel of the siege tower in front of them popped off. The tower tilted and wobbled. The underlings let out uneasy chitters. The tower came to a stop. It leaned on the front corner.

  Melegal looked at Fogle and said, “That’s it? You knocked a wheel off. I think I could have done better than that.”

  “You are more than welcome to try,” Fogle said, not hiding his frustration. “Whatever is in those towers is dispelling my magic. I can feel it.”

  “No matter, we don’t need your magic, anyway.” Venir watched the towers creep forward at a snail’s pace. The tower missing a wheel pulled forward with its corner in the dirt. He could see huge metal arms on the towers designed to lock the tower to the wall while the enemies crossed. “Looks like I’ll be fighting by you
r side, after all.”

  A shadow crossed over the wall.

  All three men and some of the dwarves looked up. Whatever flew above was blotted out by the blinding suns.

  “Was that your bird, Fogle,” Melegal asked, “or a really big pigeon?”

  “It wasn’t me.”

  Whatever it was, it was gone. Venir fixed his attention on the siege towers that crawled within twenty yards of the wall. The gap between them was impossibly close. The underlings hissed as they stirred. The leather on Brool’s handle squeaked in Venir’s mighty grip. His heart pulsed in his ears.

  In a harsh whisper, Melegal said, without pointing, “Look! Beyond the tower.”

  Two black slivers glided over the Outland horizon behind the siege towers. Silently, the great wings closed in fast. In the last moment, a great black dragon pulled up behind the towers. A geyser of flames erupted from his mouth, turning the tower into a pillar of fire.

  Flame-covered underlings jumped out of the tower. The rolling building became a pillar of bright flame.

  With his face toward the searing heat, Melegal shouted with surprising glee, “Yaaaaaaah! Burst the slat out of them, dragon!”

  The dragon, Blackie, flew backward and upward. Wump! Wump! Wump! The dragon rose hundreds of feet high then descended again with an earsplitting roar. The dragon passed one tower at a time, shooting flames from his mouth, catching them all on fire, one by one. The flames consumed the dried wood. The wroth heat was that of a furnace, which took the air of life from the struggling underlings.

  Venir couldn’t help but watch with fascination. He noted three figures on the back of the dragon.

  Fogle said, “I never thought I’d be happy to see Cass riding on that dragon.”

  “Or your father, for that matter. That’s him, isn’t it?”

  “There is only one of him that I know. Thankfully.”

  Blackie turned, rose, and dove. The dragon’s flames engulfed one siege tower after another. At the same time, the dragon flew over the tops of the towers and swatted underlings out of the top roost with his tail. The dragon’s roar was a sky filled with thunder. Even the dwarves were cheering.