The Skull Throne
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Mese moved to stand beside Thamos. The rock fought wildly, but not so much that it gave openings the warriors could exploit.
While the attention was on them, Gared circled around, bashing the demon in the back of one knee with his axe. Its leg collapsed and it fell, catching itself with a clawed arm. The great horned head dipped within reach of Thamos’ charging spear.
But then another shriek, this one from above as a wind demon swept in, taking a screaming Mese in its hind talons. The lacquered wooden plates of his warded armor glowed fiercely, keeping the claws from puncturing, but they did not protect him from the squeeze as it gripped tighter and spread its wings with a great flap. In an instant, it would take to the sky and Mese would be gone.
Thamos changed course without missing a beat, sacrificing the killing blow to save the soldier. He seemed to bounce as he twisted to face the new threat, launching his spear just as the wings caught air and the coreling began to rise.
The count had allotted for the ascent, punching his powerfully warded spear through the demon’s chest when it was a dozen feet in the air. It went limp, crashing back to the ridge with Mese shouting but very much alive.
The distraction cost Thamos as the recovered rock demon swiped at him, catching the edge of his shield and launching him through the air to land heavily on his back. The demon gave a roar, launching itself at him.
It would have had the count, but Gared roared and brought his axe down, severing the spiked end of its tail. Spewing ichor, the tail cracked like a whip, knocking Gared from his feet.
Their sights momentarily clear, the Milnese risked another volley, stinging the demon and giving time for Thamos to snatch the spear Mese had dropped. Rojer looked to the south ridge, but there was no sign the Angierians were even there.
Thamos bellowed a challenge to draw the demon’s attention from Gared. It hesitated, then struck at him, a measured blow Thamos caught on his shield as he continued to advance.
He had the demon’s full attention now, and it was unprepared as the other Wooden Soldiers, led by Sergeant Mese himself, found their hearts and charged in.
Bright with magic, Gared was healing even before he rolled to his feet. He moved in with the angry stride Rojer knew meant the fight had become personal.
He almost pitied the demon.
As Thamos and the others harried the demon back, Gared swung his axe two-handed, the Baron of Cutter’s Hollow chopping wedges from the demon’s knee like it was a goldwood tree. In moments he severed the joint entirely, and the demon fell with a boom that shook the entire hill.
And then, a streak of light from the south, followed quickly by several more. The demon was prone now, an easy target, and the Angierians quickly emptied their quivers. The demon’s head seemed to explode as bolt after bolt struck home.
Back at the hall, they hung the demon’s great horns above Rhinebeck’s throne in the dining hall, and spent the night drinking and toasting.
Mese fell to one knee before Thamos, holding the count’s fine spear across his arms. “Your spear, Lord Commander.”
Thamos held up a hand. “I have others. Keep it, Lieutenant Mese.”
The man gaped, taking the spear and reverently laying it at the count’s feet as he dropped to both knees. “My spear is always yours, Lord Thamos.”
He lifted his new spear with a shout. “The lord commander!”
The other soldiers raised their tankards, sloshing ale. “The lord commander!”
Rhinebeck and his brothers raised their tankards and drank as well, but Rojer could see hatred and jealousy in their eyes as the men chanted Thamos’ name.
Thamos looked to Lord Sament. “This is Angierian courage, brothers. This is what you ally beside. The peace of the Pact and the loss of battle wards made us all soft, but the heart of a warrior lies in every Thesan breast. Unite with us, and we will drive the Krasians back to the sands where they belong.”
Sament crossed his arms. “Bold words, but what of the Hollow? Will you hold to the Pact as well?”
“The Hollow is mine,” Rhinebeck cut in angrily, “and will do as I command.”
Thamos grit his teeth, but he nodded. “It is as my brother says.”
“Do you have a plan for this glorious attack, Lord Commander, or is this just brash talk?” Sament demanded. “Euchor will not commit soldiers for the latter.”
Thamos nodded. “We send an army to make contact with Lakton and link our forces. Come at Docktown from the land even as the ships of Lakton sweep in from deep water. The siege will be crushed between us, and by the time spring thaws the bodies, we will have secured a permanent border.”
“And Rizon?” Sament asked.
“Will not be won in a season, or a year. But when they see the Sharum thrown back, the Rizonans will rise up. They outnumber the Krasians, if only they can regain their spirit.”
“Your plan takes a lot on faith, brother,” Rhinebeck said.
“Indeed,” Mickael agreed. “Do you even know how many of the desert rats there are in Docktown?”
Thamos lost a bit of steam. “Not precisely …”
“You cannot expect Euchor, or me, to commit men on such vague planning,” Rhinebeck snapped.
“We have scouts—” Thamos began.
“Not good enough.” Rhinebeck leveled a finger at him. “You will take fifty Wooden Soldiers south to view the enemy and make contact with the dockmasters personally. We will see what they have to say of your plan.”
Thamos blinked, and Rojer could hear the trap snap shut. The duke was giving him what he wanted, but fifty men to cross unfamiliar enemy territory? It was a suicide mission, and Rojer did not doubt the duke knew it.
Thamos bowed stiffly. “As you command, brother.”
“I will join you,” Sament said unexpectedly. “With fifty Mountain Spears.”
Rhinebeck and the other princes looked at him in shock, but the Milnese lord had that eager gleam in his eyes once more, and they knew he meant his words.
“It’s settled, then,” Rhinebeck said.
“When do we leave?” Gared asked.
“The morning after the Bachelor’s Ball,” Rhinebeck said. “But only Thamos will be going to Lakton. You, Baron, will choose your prospective new bride at the ball and return home with her. Hollow County is yours until the count returns.”
If he returns, Rojer thought.
CHAPTER 21
THE WEED GATHERER
333 AR WINTER
Amanvah sipped her tea, watching Araine and Leesha coolly.
“Ask,” she said at last.
“Ask what, dear?” Araine asked.
Amanvah set down her cup and saucer. “Even if the dice had not told me your question, it is obvious, given the gossip in your court.”
Araine did not rise to the bait. “Do enlighten us.”
“You want to know if I will use the alagai hora to determine the cause of the duke’s inability to father, and if I can cure him with hora magic.”
Araine stared at her for a long time. “Will you? Can you?”
Amanvah smiled. “I have already determined the problem, and yes, I could cure it.”
“But you won’t,” Araine guessed.
“Would you, in my place?” Amanvah asked.
“Why tell us to ask, if you have no intention of helping?” Leesha asked. “Why cast your dice at all?”
While the attention was on them, Gared circled around, bashing the demon in the back of one knee with his axe. Its leg collapsed and it fell, catching itself with a clawed arm. The great horned head dipped within reach of Thamos’ charging spear.
But then another shriek, this one from above as a wind demon swept in, taking a screaming Mese in its hind talons. The lacquered wooden plates of his warded armor glowed fiercely, keeping the claws from puncturing, but they did not protect him from the squeeze as it gripped tighter and spread its wings with a great flap. In an instant, it would take to the sky and Mese would be gone.
Thamos changed course without missing a beat, sacrificing the killing blow to save the soldier. He seemed to bounce as he twisted to face the new threat, launching his spear just as the wings caught air and the coreling began to rise.
The count had allotted for the ascent, punching his powerfully warded spear through the demon’s chest when it was a dozen feet in the air. It went limp, crashing back to the ridge with Mese shouting but very much alive.
The distraction cost Thamos as the recovered rock demon swiped at him, catching the edge of his shield and launching him through the air to land heavily on his back. The demon gave a roar, launching itself at him.
It would have had the count, but Gared roared and brought his axe down, severing the spiked end of its tail. Spewing ichor, the tail cracked like a whip, knocking Gared from his feet.
Their sights momentarily clear, the Milnese risked another volley, stinging the demon and giving time for Thamos to snatch the spear Mese had dropped. Rojer looked to the south ridge, but there was no sign the Angierians were even there.
Thamos bellowed a challenge to draw the demon’s attention from Gared. It hesitated, then struck at him, a measured blow Thamos caught on his shield as he continued to advance.
He had the demon’s full attention now, and it was unprepared as the other Wooden Soldiers, led by Sergeant Mese himself, found their hearts and charged in.
Bright with magic, Gared was healing even before he rolled to his feet. He moved in with the angry stride Rojer knew meant the fight had become personal.
He almost pitied the demon.
As Thamos and the others harried the demon back, Gared swung his axe two-handed, the Baron of Cutter’s Hollow chopping wedges from the demon’s knee like it was a goldwood tree. In moments he severed the joint entirely, and the demon fell with a boom that shook the entire hill.
And then, a streak of light from the south, followed quickly by several more. The demon was prone now, an easy target, and the Angierians quickly emptied their quivers. The demon’s head seemed to explode as bolt after bolt struck home.
Back at the hall, they hung the demon’s great horns above Rhinebeck’s throne in the dining hall, and spent the night drinking and toasting.
Mese fell to one knee before Thamos, holding the count’s fine spear across his arms. “Your spear, Lord Commander.”
Thamos held up a hand. “I have others. Keep it, Lieutenant Mese.”
The man gaped, taking the spear and reverently laying it at the count’s feet as he dropped to both knees. “My spear is always yours, Lord Thamos.”
He lifted his new spear with a shout. “The lord commander!”
The other soldiers raised their tankards, sloshing ale. “The lord commander!”
Rhinebeck and his brothers raised their tankards and drank as well, but Rojer could see hatred and jealousy in their eyes as the men chanted Thamos’ name.
Thamos looked to Lord Sament. “This is Angierian courage, brothers. This is what you ally beside. The peace of the Pact and the loss of battle wards made us all soft, but the heart of a warrior lies in every Thesan breast. Unite with us, and we will drive the Krasians back to the sands where they belong.”
Sament crossed his arms. “Bold words, but what of the Hollow? Will you hold to the Pact as well?”
“The Hollow is mine,” Rhinebeck cut in angrily, “and will do as I command.”
Thamos grit his teeth, but he nodded. “It is as my brother says.”
“Do you have a plan for this glorious attack, Lord Commander, or is this just brash talk?” Sament demanded. “Euchor will not commit soldiers for the latter.”
Thamos nodded. “We send an army to make contact with Lakton and link our forces. Come at Docktown from the land even as the ships of Lakton sweep in from deep water. The siege will be crushed between us, and by the time spring thaws the bodies, we will have secured a permanent border.”
“And Rizon?” Sament asked.
“Will not be won in a season, or a year. But when they see the Sharum thrown back, the Rizonans will rise up. They outnumber the Krasians, if only they can regain their spirit.”
“Your plan takes a lot on faith, brother,” Rhinebeck said.
“Indeed,” Mickael agreed. “Do you even know how many of the desert rats there are in Docktown?”
Thamos lost a bit of steam. “Not precisely …”
“You cannot expect Euchor, or me, to commit men on such vague planning,” Rhinebeck snapped.
“We have scouts—” Thamos began.
“Not good enough.” Rhinebeck leveled a finger at him. “You will take fifty Wooden Soldiers south to view the enemy and make contact with the dockmasters personally. We will see what they have to say of your plan.”
Thamos blinked, and Rojer could hear the trap snap shut. The duke was giving him what he wanted, but fifty men to cross unfamiliar enemy territory? It was a suicide mission, and Rojer did not doubt the duke knew it.
Thamos bowed stiffly. “As you command, brother.”
“I will join you,” Sament said unexpectedly. “With fifty Mountain Spears.”
Rhinebeck and the other princes looked at him in shock, but the Milnese lord had that eager gleam in his eyes once more, and they knew he meant his words.
“It’s settled, then,” Rhinebeck said.
“When do we leave?” Gared asked.
“The morning after the Bachelor’s Ball,” Rhinebeck said. “But only Thamos will be going to Lakton. You, Baron, will choose your prospective new bride at the ball and return home with her. Hollow County is yours until the count returns.”
If he returns, Rojer thought.
CHAPTER 21
THE WEED GATHERER
333 AR WINTER
Amanvah sipped her tea, watching Araine and Leesha coolly.
“Ask,” she said at last.
“Ask what, dear?” Araine asked.
Amanvah set down her cup and saucer. “Even if the dice had not told me your question, it is obvious, given the gossip in your court.”
Araine did not rise to the bait. “Do enlighten us.”
“You want to know if I will use the alagai hora to determine the cause of the duke’s inability to father, and if I can cure him with hora magic.”
Araine stared at her for a long time. “Will you? Can you?”
Amanvah smiled. “I have already determined the problem, and yes, I could cure it.”
“But you won’t,” Araine guessed.
“Would you, in my place?” Amanvah asked.
“Why tell us to ask, if you have no intention of helping?” Leesha asked. “Why cast your dice at all?”
