Paladins 02 - Clash of Faiths

by David Dalglish

  “And if they lose?” Jerico asked as he accepted her help, leaning half his weight upon her.

  “Then they’ll need food and drink to toast the memory of the fallen. Either way, we’ll need meat.”

  The two hobbled to his cabin, and she laid him down on the bed. The relief was immediate.

  “Join me when you wish,” Sandra said, shutting the door behind her as she left.

  Finally alone, Jerico spent time in prayer, pouring healing magic into his knee. He knew he should have stayed in Stonahm. He was traveling on a leg mere days after an injury most would take months to recover from. But the way the people of the village had looked at him, as if he had been in the wrong protecting that woman ... he didn’t want to feel those eyes upon him anymore. As he prayed, the pain subsided, and the swelling lessened. He sighed with relief. Didn’t look like he’d added any permanent damage.

  When finished, he ate the last rations from his pack, then stepped outside. The air had a bite to it, and the burgeoning fire Sandra built called out to him. Grabbing a blanket off the bed, he laid it down beside the bonfire.

  “I’ll keep quiet so I don’t wake you,” Sandra said as she tossed on another log.

  “Much appreciated.”

  The crackling of the fire soothed him, and he was halfway asleep when he heard Sandra say his name.

  “Jerico ... thank you for saving my niece.”

  “Welcome,” he said, eyes still closed. He felt her lingering nearby, though, so he opened an eyelid and looked over. She was staring at his leg, still exposed since he had not rolled down the pant leg after his prayers.

  “The man, Kren ... why did he attack you?”

  Jerico let his head drop back to the dirt.

  “Kaide told you about that, I take it? Guess there’s no reason to hide it. He attacked me because I might be all that’s left. Karak’s paladins have begun a secret war, one I fear we’ve already lost. My brothers, my home ...”

  His voice trailed off, and he listened to the fire burn.

  “Don’t you hate them for it?” Sandra asked.

  “I shouldn’t. Ashhur forgive me, I often do, but I shouldn’t. I can’t hate, Sandra. It’ll destroy everything I am. Maybe that makes me a fool. Maybe that’s why the world will soon move on without me. But I won’t hate them. Pity, yes. Remorse. Sadness. I’ll even kill if I must, and bloody my hands to protect the life of another. But I won’t hate.”

  It took her a long while before Sandra could respond.

  “After everything that’s happened, I fear my brother knows only hatred.”

  “Then I’ll pray for him, if you’d like.”

  “Please do.”

  Her footsteps trailed off as she left the fire unattended. Jerico prayed for them both, as he’d promised, and then did his best to forget it all so he might sleep.

  The sound of arguing woke him sometime later. Jerico sat up, his hand reaching for the weapon he no longer had. Shaking dirt and leaves from his hair, he glanced at the sky to gauge the time. Late afternoon. His knee felt stiff, but the pain had lessened. Standing with his weight on the other leg, he waited for the men to arrive. Sandra joined him not long after, carrying a slab of salted meat.

  “They’re angry,” she said, her voice low. “Do you think ...”

  “Assume nothing,” Jerico said, helping her set up the spit. “Only hope for the best, and pray against the worst.”

  Despite his words, Jerico also thought a rough defeat had befallen them, but it seemed that was not the case. When the first of many men appeared, they lacked a single wound upon their bodies.

  “It doesn’t matter that I couldn’t have killed them all,” Bellok grumbled as he and Kaide walked toward the bonfire. “Packed together and unaware, I would I have wiped out half of Sebastian’s men before they even knew ...”

  “Jerico,” Kaide said, seeing the paladin. He approached with his back to Bellok, who clearly did not appreciate the interruption.

  The rest of the men were joining them, all grumbling amongst themselves. Most ignored him, though a few, the Irons twins in particular, did their best to greet him warmly.

  “I took too long building the fire,” Sandra said. “I’m sorry. I’ve just begun.”

  “And what you’ve got won’t be enough,” Kaide said. “Adam, go grab us something more to eat. I think all of us could use a bit of blood in our bellies.”

  “Be better if we had blood on our blades instead,” Adam muttered as he headed off to one of the buildings.

  “Such dour moods,” Jerico said. “What is so terrible?”

  “We had our ambush prepared,” Bellok said, sitting on a heavy log beside Jerico. “We expected only a handful of knights, but instead a good forty marched toward us. With my magic alone, I could have—”

  “You could have cooked one inside his armor, maybe two,” Kaide said, drawing his dirk and stabbing it into the log he sat on. “We were outnumbered, and they were armed and mounted. We’d have been slaughtered.”

  “We had surprise,” one of the men muttered.

  “They can’t stand toe to toe with us!” Griff hollered, and the rest of the men echoed approval.

  “Is that what you want?” Kaide asked. “To have charged out of the forest and died, just to kill a few random knights? Which of you, in your plain clothes and leather boots, would have withstood a single blow from their swords? Which of you has the strength to crack a chestplate of iron with only a wooden club?”

  The men fell silent, until Adam reappeared, holding a slab of meat.

  “I coulda,” he said.

  Kaide looked up at him, and for the first time since returning, he smiled.

  “I don’t doubt that, Adam. All of you, I don’t doubt you. But I don’t want to lose you, no matter what. The advantage wasn’t ours. One day, it will be, and we’ll break their necks and send their horses running to the four corners of Dezrel.”

  “Bet if Jerico was with us ...”

  Jerico didn’t catch who said it, but Kaide did.

  “You got something to say, Barry?”

  Of the many men gathered, the shortest of the lot stepped forward, a thin man with a long beard. When he spoke, Jerico recognized him as the amusingly cranky jailor from before.

  “Yeah, I do. I bet if Jerico was with us, you’d have given the order. You wish we all was him, don’t you? Wish we had training, fancy armor, and weapons that cost more than everything we ever owned put together. It’s been three years, Kaide. When’s the time gonna be right? When we ever gonna make them pay for what they did to us at Ashvale?”

  The crowd fell silent, and the chill in the air was colder than it’d been all night, paying no heed to the fire. Jerico glanced between them, wondering if he’d need to intervene. His place or not, he wouldn’t watch one of them murder the other.

  “Of course I wish I had knights,” Kaide said, his voice deathly quiet. “Of course I wish for weapons, armor, and horses. I wish Lord Hemman was dead, and I could piss on his corpse while the whole world watched. But that don’t matter none. I’d trade every single one of those wishes to have Lisbeth in my arms one more night. You got a problem with how I lead, then you go right ahead and leave.”

  In the following silence, Sandra’s soft voice carried the power of a thunderclap.

  “None of you are here because of my brother. You’re here because of Sebastian, because of what he did. I haven’t forgotten. Have you, Barry? Have you forgotten the smiling face of your little Mary?”

  Barry stepped back, as if ashamed.

  “I’m sorry, Kaide. You too, Sandra. I do miss my girl, but I got boys and a wife at Stonahm. They been waiting three years for me to come home. What we done all this time? We’ve hurt Sebastian, cost him some coin, but we’re no closer to taking back our home. We’re no closer to victory. This ain’t a war we can win. It’s not even a war. We’re a fly buzzing ¼round the ears of a horse, just biting.”

  Barry left for his room. Jerico watched him go, whi
le the rest of the men looked the other away. Kaide muttered a curse under his breath. Conversation took awhile to restart, but when it did, it was on a hundred other things than the failed ambush that night. The smell of cooking meat wafted over them, and Jerico felt his own stomach growl.

  “What is it you’re cooking?” Jerico asked Adam, who was turning the spit.

  “Leftover knight,” Adam said, grinning.

  “Enough,” Kaide said. “I’m tired of that damn joke. It was never funny.”

  The bandit leader stood and left. When it seemed no one would follow, Jerico looked to Sandra.

  “Go,” she said. “I know him. He’ll want to talk, but only to someone he trusts will listen.”

  Jerico stood and limped after.

  “I prefer to be alone with my thoughts,” Kaide said as Jerico approached. He leaned against a heavy pine outside the ring of their homes, his back to the fire.

  “We paladins are known for being intrusive.”

  “That you are.”

  No humor in his voice, just barbs. Jerico shrugged it off.

  “You wanted my help once. You still do?”

  Kaide glanced at him with red-veined eyes.

  “Do I? Of course. But you heard the men. What does it matter? We’re just flies.”

  Jerico crossed his arms and leaned against another pine, relieved to remove some weight from his knee. He watched Kaide for a while, saying nothing. He always considered himself a good judge of character. Many times he’d encountered outlaws, and they had a vibe about them that Kaide lacked. None of the rest seemed quite right with it, either. This wasn’t a ploy for coin. This wasn’t a man taking something because he could, or because he thumbed his nose at authority. Something more was at stake. Ashvale ... What had happened at Ashvale?

  “I want to help you,” Jerico said. “But I have to believe I’m doing the right thing. Tell me why you do this. Tell me the reason you fight. Who were you before this started?”

  “Who was I?” Kaide laughed, and he looked to the darkening sky. “I was Kaide Goldflint, son and heir to a fortune, a fortune stolen away from me by Lord Sebastian Hemman. Will that suffice?”

  Jerico shook his head.

  “No, it won’t. What happened there? Three years ago, Barry said. Help me understand.”

  Kaide rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

  “Sebastian controlled much of the North, but he’d never laid claim to the rough lands nestled against the Elethan mountains. A few of us, my father in particular, spent years scouting the land, setting up exploratory mines, searching for veins. When we found them, we kept it secret, and acted fast. My father set up a guild, uniting several towns together. Sebastian was furious, but our lands were our own, and our mining guild spent enough bribes in Mordeina to keep the king from siding against us. We endured heavy taxes, taxes you couldn’t imagine, but we still had our land, our homes, and our wealth.

  “Three years ago, that ended. That coward didn’t even send in his knights, for he feared King Baedan’s punishment. So instead, he rounded up thousands of homeless and poor in Mordeina and gave them deeds to our land. He convinced them they were legit, told them of our wealth, and sent them on their way. You can’t imagine the bloodshed that followed. We tried to make peace with the first few, giving them jobs or minor parcels of land. But they kept coming. They’d spent all they had believing Sebastian’s lie. Left with nothing, they would rather die ...”

  Kaide sighed.

  “And die they did. Still, it wasn’t enough. So come winter, Sebastian finally sent in his knights. They didn’t kill a soul, only came for more ‘taxes’. Every bit of food, they took. They slaughtered our animals. They burned our storehouses. The winter was harsh, and he came after the first snow. By the time we could get a messenger to Mordeina, the King had already been convinced by Sebastian that bandits were running amok because our lands were lawless, ungoverned. We received no aid. And without food, and no game to hunt ...”

  Jerico put a hand on Kaide’s shoulder as the man closed his eyes and looked away to hide his tears.

  “We starved. My mother and father, they were too old ... I lost a brother. My wife. Every one of these men here, they lost children, family, or friends. And what we had to do to survive ... am I cursed man, Jerico? Am I doomed in death for what I did, to survive, to keep my sister and little girl fed?”

  “The stories,” Jerico said, his voice almost a whisper.

  “Kaide the cannibal,” the bandit leader said, laughing darkly. “Come spring, we were too weak to fight back. More crowds filled the roads north, carrying deeds, and this time Sebastian came with the King’s authority to enforce them. Every last man, woman, and child of Ashvale was sent south, to make a living elsewhere.”

  “You founded Stonahm,” Jerico said, piecing it together.

  “I don’t want Sebastian to know where we live,” Kaide said, nodding. “I don’t want him to strike those we love. That’s why they’re so far away. We have all said goodbye to our wives and families, seeing them only when it is safe. This we endure to make Sebastian pay. It may seem we have no chance, but I have one last secret, one I cannot tell even you. Not yet. Some of the men don’t even know. But if we can stir up enough anger, kill enough knights, I know we can retake our home ...”

  Jerico closed his eyes and thought over the words. With Ashhur’s gift, he could sense anytime a man lied, and he’d not once felt that betrayal. Every word was truth. They’d been systematically assaulted, starved, and removed from their lawful home. If there was ever a rightful cause, it was Kaide’s.

  “What do you mean, retake your home?” Jerico asked, suddenly realizing the true meaning of the words.

  “Those people currently in Ashvale are thieves and robbers,” Kaide insisted. “I’ve watched the roads, and we’ve intercepted every shipment of food possible. Same for the gold they send south to Lord Sebastian. One day we’ll have enough strength, enough people, to march north and take our lands back.”

  Jerico shook his head.

  “I’ll help you, train your men and lead them into battle, but only against Sebastian’s knights. I won’t help you murder the people who took your homes. They thought they were the lawful owners, Kaide. The law told them they were right, and both lords and kings agreed.”

  “You’d have me forgive them?”

  “I’d have you let it go. You’re an honorable man. You’ve already sworn your life to vengeance. Must you yearn to repeat the bloodshed done against you?”

  Kaide shook his head.

  “You can’t understand. You weren’t there, watching helplessly as your loved ones withered and starved. You don’t fall asleep to red dreams filled with such hatred even Karak would be put to shame. But I’ll accept your help, and gratefully. Tomorrow morning, begin the training. I have a few weapons we stole from the knights, but truth be told, I haven’t given most out yet for fear no one knows how to use them. With you, I can make sure they don’t put the pointy end in themselves. We’re in the right on this, Jerico. Outlaw or not, Sebastian needs to suffer.”

  “Outlaw,” Jerico said, and he chuckled. “Is there such a thing as an outlaw paladin? Sounds like a contradiction.”

  “Hardly,” Kaide said, smacking him across the shoulder. “I have a feeling every true paladin is already an outlaw in this world.”

  Kaide led him back to the fire, where the rest of the men were busy eating.

  “Starting tomorrow, he’ll be your trainer,” he shouted to them. “And come our next ambush, he’ll be right there with us, standing against our foes.”

  “Does this mean I get my armor and mace back?” Jerico asked as the men cheered half-heartedly. Kaide laughed, his good humor finally returning.

  “All yours. You won’t regret this, Jerico. Not at all.”

  Jerico prayed he was right.

  9

  In the darkness, Darius called out for the prophet.

  “I am here,” Velixar said, stepping out from the shadows
and into the light of the single torch. Beside him, the jailor slept, and with a touch, Velixar made sure he stayed that way.

  Darius hung his head. He couldn’t even look at the man in black when he spoke. But he saw no other way. He had to find out. Denying Velixar without proof, without certainty, only risked him remaining a fool.

  “One chance,” he said. His dry throat cracked his voice. “I’ll give you one chance, but that is all. I will listen, and see if Karak’s truth is with you.”

  “Do you tire of this cell?” Velixar asked, approaching the bars. “Do you tire of your chains?”

  Even swallowing hurt. It’d been a day since he’d had a drink, and he felt so tired, so thirsty. His back throbbed with every beat of his heart. His arms felt like torn, twisted limbs, never to regain their natural shape.

  “Yes. I do.”

  Velixar smiled.

  “If only you could feel the cage about your soul as keenly as you feel those chains. Be free, Darius.”

  A wave of his hand and the door opened. Another, and his bindings became like shadow, his flesh falling right through them. Darius’s back popped as he twisted left and right, gasping in pain as his muscles fired off random spasms. Despite the pain, it felt deliriously good to stand. He took an unsteady step toward Velixar, then another. The prophet held out his hand, and Darius took it. There was no warmth to the grip.

  “Sustenance first,” Velixar said, his ever-changing face smiling. “Then learning.”

  The torch flickered and died, and in the dark, they walked forward. Darius felt a momentary sickness, and then he was beneath open stars. He shivered at the cold. They stood on a tall hill, and when he glanced back, he saw the Castle of the Yellow Rose.

  “Wait here,” Velixar said. “I must gather your things the guards took from you.”

  Another portal of shadow ripped open before him, and then he stepped through, leaving Darius alone.

  “Is this your will?” Darius whispered as he shivered. “Is this what you want, Karak? My god, please, show me your way. I’m tired of being lost.”