Shadow of a Dark Queen (33 page)

Erik heard the sounds of the two men walking away and after a moment he could hear them speaking again, though he couldn't understand what they were saying.

Erik lay awake a long time trying to puzzle out the significance of what he had overheard. He had never heard of those places, Hamsa or Kilbar, and didn't know who the Jeshandi were. But there was a note in de Loungville's voice he had never heard before. It was an overtone of worry, perhaps even fear. Erik found sleep came slowly, and when it at last found him, he didn't rest well.

Nakor, carrying a travel bag slung over his shoulder, was waiting with Calis when Robert de Loungville called Erik and the others out of their room. The four guards said nothing but fell in behind Calis and the others.

Nakor kept up a nearly nonstop narrative of some of the things he had been involved in since the last time Calis and de Loungville had visited. From what Erik overheard, it sounded as if Nakor and Calis had known each other for a very long time. Erik remembered Nakor's having said something the night before about a visit somewhere with Calis twenty-four years earlier, which hardly seemed possible to Erik, as Calis didn't look much older than twenty-four. Then Erik remembered what Nakor said about “his race,” meaning Calis's, and then the other remarks made in camp about Calis not being human.

Erik was so caught up in these reflections he hardly noticed when they climbed out of the vale and crested the ridge. He was surprised to see that the beach was covered with men, his own shipmates and the full company of soldiers who had been aboard the
Freeport Ranger.
They stood quietly waiting on the sand. Erik recognized a few faces from the
Ranger's
company as guards who had served at the camp, but now they were dressed in all fashion of clothing, in the same manner as the
Revenge's
company.

De Loungville motioned for Erik and the others to go over and stand next to their shipmates and he mounted an outcropping of rock next to the trail, so he could look down on the men. “Listen up!” he shouted.

Calis took his place on the rock and said, “Some of you know me well, and others here have never spoken with me. Most of you know by now who I am, or think you do.” He glanced from face to face. “I am called Calis. I serve Prince Nicholas, as I did his father before. Some call me the Eagle of Krondor, or the Prince's Bird of Prey.” He seemed amused by these titles.

“Twenty-four years ago a great raid was launched against the Far Coast. Some here might remember the destruction of Crydee, Carse, and Tulan.”

A few of the older soldiers from the
Ranger
nodded.

“Those events led us to travel halfway around the world, to the land called Novindus.”

None of the men from the
Ranger
said anything, but Erik's company looked at one another amid a few muttered questions.

“Quiet, now!” commanded de Loungville.

“What we found down there was a plot to destroy the Kingdom.”

Again there was some stirring among the men from
Trenchard's Revenge,
but no one spoke.

Calis continued. “Twice since, I have traveled to this far land, the last time with some of you.”

The men from
Trenchard's Revenge,
almost to a man, turned to regard the guards from the compound, veterans from many different garrisons around the Kingdom. Those looked at Calis with a steady gaze, as if they understood exactly what was being said.

“So you who weren't with us know, I'll tell you a few things. Ten years ago word reached Prince Arutha that a great army was massing in that part of Novindus called the Westlands. That army swept
down from an unknown place along the shore of an ocean they call the Green Sea. The first city to fall was Point Pünt. In this land there is nothing like our Kingdom Army. Cities may have militia, but most fighting is done by mercenary companies. There are rules of conduct and established protocols for how they are treated by those who are victorious in warfare. The conquerors gave the defenders of the city called Point Punt the choice of serving or one day's grace to withdraw. That is normal, but what wasn't normal was that every man in the city was ordered to serve under arms or watch his wife and children, mother and father impaled before his eyes. After the first executions, the entire male population of the city joined that army.

“They then marched on the city of Irabek, and after bitter fighting it fell. Then Port Sulth, then all the towns along the Manstra River.”

Erik had never heard of any of these places, but he listened, fascinated.

“From Point Punt they launched an invasion along the river Dee, seeking to enter the area known as the Midlands, and they were unopposed until reaching the foothills of the Ratn'gary mountains. Dwarves—much like the race who live in the west of the Kingdom—turned them back for three years. At last this army of invaders threw up a stable frontier of fortifications and sought another way across Novindus.

“They came through the Forest of Irabek, darker and more fearful than our own Green Heart. They died in numbers getting through, but at last they did and then they struck the city of Hamsa. The King of Hamsa warred for five years with this army and
hired mercenaries from as far away as the City of the Serpent River at the other end of the continent. We have dealings with this city, which is how we came to hear of this invading army.”

Calis paused. “Prince Arutha suspected who was behind this invasion and sent agents to discover if he was correct. Of thirty men, one returned, barely alive, and confirmed our worst fears.

“Six years ago I was given command of two thousand men and sent to bolster the defenses of the city of Hamsa.”

Every man listening to Calis was motionless. Only the sound of waves breaking on the rocks below the castle and the cries of seabirds broke the silence.

“There is a race of creatures who live somewhere on Novindus. Some of you may have heard of them as creatures of legend. They are called the Pantathians.”

Erik turned to look at his companions, and saw Jadow make a sign against evil. The Pantathians were called the Snakes Who Walk Like Men and were creatures of lore conjured up to frighten children into behaving. Unlike trolls and goblins, who were natural creatures living in the distant wilds of the frontier, the serpent men were legends, like dragons and centaurs, and no one believed them real.

As if reading Erik's mind, Calis said, “These are not legends. I have faced them, and so have these men over here.” He motioned to the company from the
Freeport Ranger.
“You aboard
Trenchard's Revenge
will have the opportunity along the way to talk to these men, your former guards, and to get the benefit of their knowledge. They can tell you from bitter experience how all too real the Pantathians are.

“Two thousand men in ten ships went south to Novindus to battle the enemy as far from home as we might, and only sixty men came home. If you want the full story, there are others who will tell it. Of that sixty, the fifty-eight still living are here.”

Looking directly at Erik for a moment, then at the other former prisoners around him, he went on. “Less than one in twenty who went before returned, and now, five years after returning home, we go to find these invaders again.

“Only this time they are more powerful, more entrenched, and more aware of our part. Each town they conquer joins with them or dies, and when Hamsa fell, of six thousand defenders, four thousand swore oaths to the invaders.

“Those mercenaries who would not were given a day's truce before they were hunted down.

“This army means to conquer all of Novindus. More, it means to sail here, to the Kingdom, and conquer us after.

“Some of you might think that such chaos would be your perfect chance to escape.”

Erik glanced around and saw that more than one expression confirmed Calis's remark.

“If you attempt to leave without permission, at any point along our line of march, Robert de Loungville and I will personally hang you from the nearest tree.

“If you manage to escape, know that you are living on stolen time, for eventually that army will reach any part of Novindus you may hide in and you will serve or you will die.

“Why chance dying now rather than later?”

He was silent as the men thought on his question. “Because,” answered Calis, “these creatures, these
serpent men, will not end at conquest. They will eventually destroy everything, and you will die.”

There was a bit of muttering at this, and to Calis's surprise it was Nakor who spoke next.

The bandy-legged little man said, “You foolish men! Listen to me! I have seen what these creatures do. They sought to send a plague to us nearly twenty-five years ago. They sought to kill everything in the Kingdom.”

Jerome made bold to speak. “Why would any creature do such a thing?”

Nakor shrugged. “I could tell you, but I scarcely think you'd understand.”

Jerome, whose temper was as bad as Luis's, narrowed his gaze at the Isalani. “I may have to take abuse from my officers, little man, but I'm not as stupid as you might think. If you speak slowly enough, I just might understand.”

Nakor glanced at Calis, who nodded. Nakor said, “Very well. The Pantathians are not natural beings.” When Jerome Handy gave him a puzzled look, Nakor said, “I'll speak slowly.”

Some of the men laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. Calis said, “Continue.”

“There was, ages ago on this world, a race called the Dragon Lords.”

Some of the men made signs against evil and others scoffed openly. “Legends!” shouted one.

“Yes,” said Calis. “Legends, but based upon history. Those beings once ruled this world.

“And one of them, a powerful member of her race, created the Pantathians as her servants. They are an ancient race, raised up by this Dragon Lord from serpents in the swamps of Novindus. Artificial
they may have been in their beginning, but they were bred to serve this one. She was called Alma-Lodaka.

“When the Dragon Lords vanished, this race of twisted creatures believed that they were to abide until her return. By means I will not reveal, they have found a way to call her back from the place she resides.

“The unfortunate consequence of such an act would be to destroy all life on this world.”

“No,” said several men. “That can't be possible,” said another
.

“Possible?” asked Nakor. “What is possible?” He reached into his sack and drew out an orange. He tossed it to Jerome. Then he took out another and threw it to Erik, and another to another man. After a few minutes, at least a score of oranges came out of the sack.

Calis said, “I thought it was apples?”

“I went back to oranges a few years ago,” said Nakor as he kept pulling more and more oranges out of the little sack. He held up the sack and showed everyone that it was empty, even turning it inside out. Then he reached in and drew more oranges out and started throwing them to the other soldiers, until more than five dozen oranges had come out of that small sack. “Possible?” he asked.

He walked up to Jerome Handy, looked up at the big man, and said, “Do you think it possible that I could force you to your knees with one hand?”

Jerome's eyes narrowed and his complexion flushed, and he said, “No, I don't!” Erik cleared his throat, and when Jerome turned to look, Erik nodded once toward Sho Pi, who stood behind him. Jerome saw the other Isalani raise a questioning eyebrow;
then he turned to Nakor and stared at him for a long moment. Lowering his voice, he said, “But maybe you could do it with two hands.”

Nakor glanced over at Sho Pi and grinned. Turning away, he said, “Only need one.”

To the assembled company he said, “Take it on faith, you desperate men. This the Pantathians can do: they can end life as we know it on this world. No bird will sing to greet the dawn, and no insect will buzz from flower to flower. No seed will take root. No child will cry for his mother's breast, and no thing that crawls, walks, or flies will survive.”

A young man Erik didn't know well, David Gefflin, said, “Why would they do such a mad thing?”

“Because they think this Dragon Lord, this Alma-Lodaka, is a goddess. A powerful being she was, but no goddess. Yet to these sick creatures, whom she created from snakes, she was. Their Mother-Goddess they call her. And they believe that to return her to this lifeless world will bring them into a state of grace with her, that she will make them first among all the new creatures she creates. So they believe and so they act. And this is why they must be opposed.”

“How can they do this?” asked Billy Goodwin.

“How we will not say,” answered Calis. “We will only say that the King and a few others know this secret. No others need know. All we need know is that it is our job to stop them.”

“How?” demanded Biggo. “You lost almost two thousand men, and from what you've said, their army is now twice the size of the one you faced.”

Calis looked around. “Because we don't travel to Novindus to face this conquering army, Biggo. We travel to Novindus to join it.”

E
rik winced.

The roundhouse kick Nakor caught him with had been pulled, but it still stung.

“You still charge like a mad bull,” scolded the Isalani. His face was like wrinkled leather, but his eyes showed a youthful merriment. Sho Pi watched closely as his older countryman spun again, unexpectedly. Erik moved just in time to keep from getting kicked in the chest again, and snapped off a kick of his own, coming quickly back to a defensive position.

“Why!” shouted Nakor, scolding. “Why did you draw back?”

Erik blew out hard, sucking in air as perspiration poured from his face and body. Puffing, he said, “Because . . . I would have been . . . off balance. That kick . . . was to get you to back off . . . not to hurt you. If I had followed up, you would have broken my neck.”