Mage-Guard of Hamor

by L. E. Modesitt Jr.

  Along the left side of the road, although several cubits below the level of the roadbed, ran a small creek, not much more than a cubit wide. In places, it had washed away the rock riprap that had been laid down to protect the roadbed, but Rahl did not sense that the lack of protection had weakened the actual road, although that well might happen before long if the rocks were not replaced.

  There were no tracks in the road, and none of the holders near the road had seen any riders outside of a few wagons and guards in days. Not being able to find any trace of rebels and no sign of any order or chaos being used bothered Rahl more than a little, leaving him feeling as though he were sailing—or riding—into the proverbial calm before the storm.

  “Ser…feels like there ought to be more signs of the rebels,” Shanyr finally said.

  “There should be,” Rahl admitted, “but that might be the best indicator that we’re getting closer to them.”

  “Might be, ser.” Shanyr’s voice conveyed doubt.

  Ahead on the right, just off the shoulder of the road, Rahl could see the top of a kaystone rising out of a mossy hillock. As he rode nearer, he could make out the letters and numbers, if barely—Lahenta—10 k. Beyond the marker, the road curved gradually to the left, angling southward toward a gap in the rocky ridgeline perhaps three kays away.

  “Never heard of it,” murmured Shanyr.

  Since Rahl had never heard of most of the hamlets and towns, he said nothing, just nodded and studied the road before them. There was…something…ahead. After another kay, it was clear to Rahl that the road was rising to a pass in the rocky hills and that some sort of force was stationed there, although he could not sense what it was or exactly how many troopers there were. He also didn’t like the vine-encrusted gullies and gulches that flanked the road ahead, even if he didn’t sense any forces there.

  “Shanyr, hold up here. I’m going back to talk to the captain.”

  “Yes, ser.”

  Rahl turned the gelding back along the road.

  “You have that look, Majer,” observed Drakeyt, as Rahl turned his mount in and rode up beside the captain.

  Rahl made a mental note to practice cultivating a pleasant smile under all circumstances. “There’s a force ahead. I can’t tell how many yet, but they hold that pass in the hills there.” He nodded toward the southwest.

  “Do you think it could be more than we want to handle?”

  “We probably need to find that out,” Rahl said, “but I don’t like the terrain ahead. Both sides of the road are filled with gullies and ravines. You can’t see it from here, because of the trees and the vines and undergrowth.”

  “What do you suggest?”

  “I’d halt the company here for a rest break and let me and the scouts and outriders go a bit farther up the road and see what I can find.”

  Drakeyt glanced to the side of the road. “It’s pretty rugged here, too.”

  “Not nearly so rough as up there.”

  “You think we should move back down while you’re checking them out?”

  Rahl considered. “It might not be a bad idea.”

  Drakeyt nodded. “We’ll take a quick break, then ride back at a leisurely pace until we’ve got some maneuvering room.”

  As he rode back to rejoin Shanyr, Rahl used his order-senses to study the terrain on both sides of the road more carefully. He had the vague feeling that there were areas just beyond the range of his ability that were similar to the marsh that held the stun-lizards. Were there more of them in the small pools and marshes bordering the road? Did they avoid the spots near the road, or had the road been built to avoid them? He almost shook his head. He didn’t know that; he just had a feeling. Not for the first time, he wished that such feelings were more specific.

  Shanyr was waiting, looking intently at Rahl as he neared the outrider. “What now, ser?”

  “There’s probably a rebel force up there near that gap in the hills. We’re going to try to get close enough so that I can tell what we’re facing. We’ll try to signal the scouts to hold up for us.”

  “They’re supposed to check back now and then.” Again, Shanyr’s tone expressed a certain doubt.

  “Then they will,” Rahl replied cheerfully.

  Even so, Rahl and the outrider had ridden almost a third of a kay before they reached a straight enough stretch of the road for them to see the scouts. Then, Rahl had to wait until the scouts could see him and were actually looking back before he signaled for them to halt. They reined up, waiting for Rahl and Shanyr to cover the distance between them.

  “Ser?” asked the older, as Rahl and Shanyr rode up.

  “We’ve got a rebel force ahead. We’ll ride a bit closer.”

  “Yes, ser.”

  Rahl didn’t have to ride nearly so far as he thought he might. They had only covered about a kay when he began to sense the rebel force clearly. He reined up and signaled for the others to do so as well. Then he concentrated intently.

  The rebels were riding downhill steadily and might already have been almost a kay north of the summit of the low gap in the hills and that much closer to Rahl. Third Company was facing more than a company of lancers, perhaps two companies. The feeling of their lances was especially vivid, but the lances did not seem at all enhanced by order or chaos. He still did not sense anyone on either side of the road, but his scanning of the terrain confirmed his earlier suspicions. They’d lose all too many men and mounts trying to evade that way.

  “They’ve got two companies of lancers heading down toward us. It’s time to head back.” Rahl urged the gelding forward, then turned back downhill.

  When the four riders finally neared the main body of Third Company, Drakeyt halted the company and rode back upslope to meet Rahl. The two officers eased their mounts away from the others.

  “What did you find?” asked Drakeyt.

  “Two companies of lancers moving down from the pass toward us.”

  “Two, and just lancers? Usually, they’ve got some mounted infantry as support.”

  “That’s all so far.” Rahl didn’t care for what Drakeyt had said. “I think I need to head out back the way we came. If you’re right, the sooner I find out, the better.” He urged his mount along the right shoulder of the road, his boots brushing the tall undergrowth that had extended into the shoulder in some places.

  Rahl had barely reached the end of fifth squad, which had been leading the withdrawal, when he began to sense more troopers ahead. He kept riding until he was clear of the column, then reined up. How had the rebels managed that, when he’d never sensed any of them, except the lancers? He shook his head.

  “What is it?” asked Drakeyt, reining up beside Rahl.

  “We’ve got riders moving up toward us.”

  “Frigging trap.”

  “It’s worse than that,” Rahl admitted. “They know you’ve got a mage-guard—or they’ve planned this assuming that you do.”

  “How can you tell that?”

  “They stayed farther away than I can sense—except for the lancers up ahead. Now, they’re moving in on all sides.”

  “How many?”

  “I’d guess three companies…could be four. The lancers look to be two full companies.”

  “They’re planning to charge us and throw us back onto their heavy infantry.”

  Rahl kept trying to sense the terrain before he finally replied. “We’re still not clear of all of these gullies and gulches, but there’s one flat area through the trees, just ahead to the right…just about a quarter kay ahead, and after about another quarter kay the land leads more to the east.”

  “Then, that’s where they want us to go,” said Drakeyt. “They know we wouldn’t be foolish enough to ride up the road against two companies of lancers or get trapped between the two forces. There’s probably a trap there or archers or something worse.”

  Rahl couldn’t sense far enough to determine what lay farther along that supposed route of escape, but he didn’t doubt what Drakeyt said. T
hat also suggested that there was a mage-guard somewhere with the rebel forces. “The lancers aren’t nearly so effective if they can’t charge, are they?”

  “No. That’s why they need heavy infantry or archers or other support. They carry shortswords as well, though.”

  Rahl began to study the road itself. His eyes fell on the stream. Then he concentrated, trying to see if he could change the order-chaos composition of things just slightly. Abruptly, he nodded. It might work…if he could find the right place…and if he had enough strength and time.

  “What do you suggest, Majer?”

  “I’d like to try something,” Rahl said. “Just a moment, if you would.”

  He rode farther north until he found a spot where the road dipped into a flat area, and where the undergrowth near the road was thick and the trees were close, but wide enough for mounts. Then he rode closer to the stream, checking until he found what he was looking for, just above the flat area.

  After dismounting and tying the gelding to a bush, he eased down off the side of the road and began tossing stones from the riprap across the small stream until he had a crude dam. Much of the water still flowed through the stones, but he kept adding to the dam. Next he began to concentrate on a thin line that he visualized from the exposed side of the road under it, and then around, letting the line form a large oval. Absently, he rubbed his forehead, then scrambled back onto the road and remounted.

  Drakeyt eased his mount toward Rahl. “What do you want us to do?”

  “When you see the lancers coming, I want you to lead first, second, and third squads off the road in the direction they expect us to go. Fifth squad will remain on that section of road on the other side of that little flat there. You position your squads just beyond them. I’ll have fourth squad hidden. I don’t want you to lead your squads off until the lancers are close enough that they think they might be able to reach you, and I want you to be able to reverse the withdrawal and attack, once their heavy infantry attacks fourth and fifth squads.”

  Drakeyt frowned. “We’re going to attack three companies with a company at half strength?”

  “No. I’m not being clear. If what I’m planning works, the lancers are going to be in trouble, but it will appear that one of my squads will be caught between them and the rebel mounted infantry. The mounted infantry will ride forward and uphill to attack us. You circle downhill some until you’re below the lower flat, but still well concealed in the trees. There’s an area down there where you can make the road without much of a climb for the mounts. Set up opposite that, and let as many pass you as you can. Then you attack the weakest point to cut through. We’ll rejoin you as soon as we can.”

  “What if they pursue?”

  Rahl shrugged. “I’d try to string them out, then deal with them bit by bit. But I’m hoping that they won’t feel like pursuing.”

  “I share your hopes.” Drakeyt paused. “You don’t think we should follow that flat area through the hills?”

  “My guts tell me that your feelings are right and that it would be most unwise.”

  The captain nodded. “We’d better brief the men.”

  “If you’d begin…I need to get some things ready.”

  “I can do that.”

  Rahl turned his attention to his preparations. First, he extended his order-senses and checked the position of the lancers, but they were still more than half a kay away and taking their time, clearly not wanting to push their mounts. The rebel infantry was taking up a position on a high point on the road, little more than a third of a kay northeast and generally downslope, concealed by a rise in the road.

  Then Rahl switched his attention to the flat area. He could see and sense the water beginning to move along the order-voided path he had created. He extended the order-delinking process to the entire oval within the past, then swallowed as he sensed the soil beneath turning into a near-instant ooze.

  He turned the gelding back uphill, then reined up beside Drakeyt and in front of the five squad leaders.

  The captain inclined his head to Rahl. “Your instructions, Majer?”

  “Thank you. Fysett, I’d like you and fifth squad to form up on the rise just beyond the flat spot there. The first three squads will be downhill of you, and they’re going to look like they’re running out and leaving you. I’m asking you to be the bait for the trap. Move your squad there right now—onto the rise—and do it by not going on the road. When the lancers come down the road, have your men turn and lift their sabres and circle together as if you think that will protect you against the lancers. Don’t let any of your troopers go onto the flat area of the road and the shoulder there for any reason whatever. In a little while, it could cost them their mounts and their lives. We’ll join you after we’ve done what damage we can, and we’ll follow the other squads around the mess.” Rahl didn’t want to get too specific because how they extracted themselves would depend on how well his order-chaos manipulations worked.

  The squad leader swallowed. “Yes, ser.”

  “You’d better get moving now. Don’t cross the flat or the shoulder beside it.”

  “Yes, ser.”

  Rah turned to Fedeor. “Fourth squad will be with me on the left, slightly uphill and off the road and behind where the lancers will pile up. You’ll need to tell your men to be quiet.”

  The fourth squad leader nodded.

  “We’ll form up the first three squads downhill of fifth squad, then,” Drakeyt said, “and once the lancers are in sight and close enough, we’ll begin the withdrawal. We’d better get into position.” He turned his mount.

  Rahl looked to Fedeor. “This way.”

  By the time Rahl had fourth squad stationed where he wanted the troopers, Drakeyt had the remainder of Third Company set up in good order on the rise above the flat—which still looked dusty and solid…and was not. Rahl was beginning to worry that he might have overdone his delinking, because the ooze beneath the crusty surface was at least four or five cubits deep and a good fifteen to twenty wide, and still deepening. Rock seemed to stop it, because he could sense rocks sinking through the mess untouched, but that might not be enough.

  He shook his head. Now was not the time to worry about that.

  Rahl waited, peering through a slit in the bushy lower foliage. While he could sense the approach of the mirror lancers, he could not yet see them. He had decided on using a shield that merely blocked order-or chaos-sensing, something like what the stun-lizards did, because that took less energy, and the trees and underbrush would hide him and fourth squad from sight.

  The sound and vibration of hoofs grew ever louder, and finally Rahl could make out the oncoming riders. He had never seen a Hamorian lancer before, but with the shimmering breastplates, helmets, arm gauntlets, and vambraces, they looked imposing, especially when the sunlight glinted on their weapons and armor. Supposedly, they were equipped similarly to the ancient Cyadorans. Was that why some of the histories referred to them as mirror lancers?

  Once the rebel lancers caught sight of Third Company on the road, they began to pick up their pace, moving at a solid canter, lances lowered, and five abreast, so that they filled the road from shoulder to shoulder, their boots almost touching as they neared the flat.

  As instructed, Fysett had fifth squad turn and contract into a solid wall, sabres ready. Drakeyt had the first three squads moving clear of the road, but Quelsyn was leading them, and Drakeyt remained at the end of third squad.

  The last riders of third squad—and the captain—vanished into the brush and trees just as the first rebel lancers pounded down the slight grade and onto the flat area that separated them from fifth squad.

  “Charge!”

  Rahl thought the command unnecessary, but the lancers put on more speed at the last moment before the leading riders hit the ooze-weakened road. The first two lines of riders were well onto the order-and-chaos-trapped flat, and the forequarters of the mounts of the third line had crossed the unseen edge of the trap when the cr
ust gave way. Almost instantly, the flat became a morass of flailing mounts, men, and lances. The fourth line of lancers tried to pull up, but the churning of those already trapped undercut the edge more, and they went down. The remainder of the entire company was jammed together.

  Rahl glanced uphill. There was another lancer company that had reined up, and there was no way that they’d get caught in the trap.

  “Fourth Company! With me! Through the lancers and across the road.” Rahl urged the gelding forward, aiming toward the rear of the lancer company. The last thing he wanted was to get ensnared by the mess that he had created.

  The lancers were so disorganized that for a time, most of them did not even realize that they were under attack. Rahl felt that he broke some bones, and more than a few lancers perished under the sabres of fourth squad before they began to drop their lances and reach for their own shorter blades.

  Uphill, the other mirror lancers waited. Why, Rahl didn’t know, but he was grateful that they did.

  “Fourth squad! To me! Fourth squad!”

  Somehow, the troopers—most of them, Rahl felt—fought and rode to him. Truncheon in hand, he pushed on to the edge of the undergrowth, just above the more gradually sloping ground uphill of his small dam, where he reined up, using the truncheon to urge his men toward him. At that moment, Rahl almost gagged, so strong were the feelings of suffocating lancers sinking over their heads into the seemingly bottomless ooze that he had created. But what else could he have done? The rebels hadn’t been about to let Third Company retreat.

  He swallowed the bile and snapped, “Fedeor, take the squad on to join the rest of the company. I need to get to fifth squad.”

  “Yes, ser!” The squad leader turned. “Fourth squad!”

  Rahl edged the gelding over the narrow stream, then downhill past the chaos. He could see the rebel riders beginning to trot up toward fifth squad.

  “Fysett! This way! Straight across to me.”

  The last of fifth squad made it into the trees before the rebels charging up the road were within thirty cubits of where the squad had been drawn up.