Authors: James Wolf
Taem watched as the Gauntlet was assembled in the centre of the arena floor. It was a straight track, a hundred foot long and twenty foot wide, bordered by padded barriers of black and gold canvas. The Gauntlet had random blockades that were five foot cubed, and padded with red and blue canvas. The four defenders from each team took up huge padded tackle shields, the colour of which matched their tunics, and the four runners from each team were loaded into individual cages lined up in a block of eight. Taem thought these cages were like the ones Men used for dog racing – but these contained people!
The crowd yelled and cheered, as the eight runners were loaded into their start cages, alternating the runners from different teams. Taem watched as a wave rippled through the howling supporters sat in the stands.
Taem was shaking now. He knew he was fast, but he also knew many Rhungars would laugh if he got pummelled by the huge blockers. Taem tried to steady his breathing. He set his sights at the end of the Gauntlet. He watched the hefty defenders from both teams, with their gargantuan tackle pads, space themselves along the Gauntlet, and he prayed he would be too quick for them to hit him. Just get to the other end, Taem told himself, as his cage door slid down, locking him inside. His heart felt as if it was about to burst through his chest.
Claymore had opted to spread their defenders evenly along the length of the track, but Ironstone had decided to stand in pairs. Before the game had even started, Taem watched through his bars as the blockers nudged and jostled each other for better positions.
The huge Gaunt Ruck bell rang out. The crowd roared. Taem watched as the first runners burst from their cages. The Claymore Rhungar ran full pelt at a pair of Ironstone blockers, and was knocked back reeling. The blue Ironstone runner, Pendran, thundered into a red blocker, but managed to bounce off him and keep going, only to be smashed to the floor by a different red blocker. Who in turn ate dirt as two blue blockers, one of them Harnan, crashed into him. The red Claymore kept running and was again clobbered back by blue defenders, this time into a blockade. He hit the floor, but rolled deftly to regain his feet and swoop around outside the defence, along the Gauntlet’s edge, avoiding the remaining blue tacklers as two red blockers obstructed them. The Claymore crowd exploded as their runner made it to the safe zone.
Taem’s heart raced when he heard the clunk of chains and cogs, and the next Claymore runner was away down the Gauntlet – until he was bashed into the padded side – whilst the Ironstone supporters cheered as their first runner made it home.
Soon after, Ragad was lumbering forward, gathering speed and momentum, aiming straight for the first red blocker, who was hurled through the air to land flat on his back. The crowd roared in appreciation. The red Claymore runner gasped, as he was sandwiched between two Ironstone tacklers. Taem felt the tingling in his stomach grow, as he knew his time approached.
Taem watched as a red blocker smacked into Ragad, but did little more than slow him down. A third red defender smashed the barbarian straight afterwards, knocking the big man back. Led by Harnan, blue tacklers arrived on the scene, swarming in to block the red defenders and allow Ragad to sprint straight through to the safe zone. The red Claymore runner, although limping, was only moments behind. Both crowds cheered as the runners made it home, and Taem’s gate began to lift up. He quivered as he felt thousands of Rhungari eyes fixing on him.
Taem dived on his side through the low gap under the gate, rolled and jumped to his feet. Now he was moving and focused on getting through the Gauntlet, Taem forgot the crowd – all the jeers, whistles and cheering – and looked at the red Claymore blockers that stood spread out in front of him. He traced a path through them in his head. All his nerves urged his body on. Taem ran straight and swift, every muscle striving to bound him further forward.
Taem veered left then sharply pushed right, off his left foot. He sidestepped the first red blocker. The crowd howled. A double-take wrong footed the second. And a fake side-step saw Taem past the imminent arrival of the third. Taem was travelling at such speed that he swung wide round the left side of the gauntlet. Arcing him past the fourth red blocker, who would not have caught him even if he was not being held by two blue defenders. The crowd went wild as he cruised into the safe zone, loving every moment of Taem’s graceful running. A smile of immense relief spread across Taem’s face. He knew he had not only survived, but performed well.
‘Hi aye!’ Said Pendran of Ironstone, as he whacked Taem on the shoulder.
Taem staggered back from Pendran, and Ragad put a steadying hand behind Taem’s shoulders.
‘Aye,’ one of the Claymores said grudgingly. ‘Yhee do give a fine display.’
‘Aye,’ the other red-bibbed Rhungar held his arm out to Taem, ‘I ne’er do see any one do run Gauntlet so fast.’
‘Thank you,’ Taem smiled as he shook the Claymore’s arm. ‘I am just glad I made it in one piece!’
‘Aye,’ the Claymore grinned, ‘yhee may nay be so lucky next time, now we do know ye run like an hare!’ The Claymore winked, and the smile dropped from Taem’s face.
The third Claymore runner loped into the end zone as Forgrun was already well on his way out the traps. Taem thought Forgrun had a surprising turn of speed – no doubt Logan’s training had done the Rhungar the world of good. Forgrun was nowhere near as fast as Taem, but he was considerably bulkier, and the first red blocker felt the full force of his momentum. The blocker went flying back to collapse into a stunned heap.
As the Ironstone crowd jumped and shouted, spilling their ale tankards everywhere, a second red blocker rammed Forgrun sideways, but not hard enough to make the strong Rhungar fall over. The fourth red runner tried to catch Forgrun, but was stopped dead in his tracks by a crushing double team of blue defenders. Forgrun took another bashing into a barricade, which slowed him, and made the crowd yell and scream, but he battled his way through the last two red defenders with the aid of a blue blocker.
Forgrun crossed the end of the gauntlet and loped into the safe zone, hands spread wide in a gesture of triumph, with the last red runner not even halfway down the Gauntlet. Forgrun punched his fist into the air, and the Ironstone supporters went into a frenzy. The blue teammates congratulated each other with jovial punches and slaps. First blood to Ironstone.
As stewards cleared away the Gauntlet, the competitors went to the giant gaming wheel, to find out what the next challenge would be. Taem observed the stony faces of the Claymore team, and he could see they were dead set on avenging the defeat. The wheel was spun by the Rhungar gamesmaster, and the crowd hushed as its colours blurred into one.
‘
Pyramid!’
The gamesmaster yelled, as the wheel glided to a stop.
The crowd went ballistic, barking in near insanity as flags were waved, beer was downed and Rhungars smacked each other on the shoulders. The blue and red teams got into their huddles, and Forgrun chose three of his Ironstone Rhungars to compete in the Pyramid.
The huge pyramid was dragged out into the arena by teams of Dhurran horses. Taem could see it was square-based with four diminishing levels. The bottom was very broad, the top very narrow, but each level’s walkway was wide enough for Rhungars to stand four abreast without falling off to the level below. The aim was simple. The two teams would scramble to the top of the pyramid where they would pick up a leather ball out of a basket, and get it down to the red or blue treasury.
Three blue and three red Rhungars went to stand on opposite sides of the pyramid, by their own treasuries. The six competitors had put on what looked like cloth suits of armour for protection – padded all over with stuffed felt – and the entire pyramid was covered with the protective padding of black alternating with gold canvas, filled with cloth or feathers. Taem thought the pyramid was a massive three-dimensional chequers board.
Taem looked up at the booth of the Citadel Lord, and waved to his companions. Hirandar was engaging Drogal in conversation, but his friends waved back and Logan held up a fist – urging Taem on. Taem could see his friends laughing and enjoying the occasion, and that made him smile. Forgrun had once told him how Gaunt Rucks started over an argument, but served to bring people closer together. At the time that had seemed ridiculous to Taem, but now he understood. He looked up at the stands, and saw how banners of Claymore were swung in opposition to the flags of Ironstone, but in every place there was no hostility amongst the fans. The same could not be said down on the arena floor.
From the first bell, the blue-bibbed Rhungars of Ironstone and the red of Claymore hammered, hurled and shoved each other off the pyramid, in a race to scrabble to the top. Rhungars tumbled down, but landed on soft padding at the bottom of the pyramid, and picked themselves up to rejoin the battle. Rhungars wrestled each other, and punches were thrown as the players really got involved. The crowd loved every moment. Cheering every time a ball made it to the safety of a team’s treasury, or a crushing shoulder challenge went into a Rhungar on the opposing team. Taem decided Forgrun had avoided choosing any of the companions for this challenge not because of Kaladim, but so that they would still be able to walk afterwards!
Claymore had gone two-one up, and now extended their lead to three-one with some good teamwork, passing the ball around between two players as their third teammate acted as a defensive blocker. Taem winced at some of the booming challenges that went flying in. The teams battled the sand timer, their opponents and the steep climb of the pyramid itself. Two of the opposing Rhungars had forgotten any notion of the game and were fighting each other, going at it hammer and tongs. Both had black eyes, and the Claymore Rhungar had a badly cut lip. He punched out and smacked the Ironstone Rhungar, whose sizeable nose exploded, spraying blood everywhere. Nevertheless, the Ironstone was not hurt, just enraged. Taem watched in amazement as they latched onto each other, grappling at close range, throwing in head butts, knees and elbows. The crowd cheered every strike. Eventually, a group of stewards ran on to separate the two players rolling around the arena floor. Even when being held back, the fighters struggled against the stewards to rip back into each other.
‘That be Gaunt Ruck!’ Forgrun bellowed from the sidelines, as the two combatants were led away to the sin bin to cool off, each one cheered on by both sections of the crowd.
‘If this is how Rhungars relax,’ Taem said to Ragad in disbelief, ‘just imagine what they are like in war!’
Now the pyramid was two players on two. Ironstone had closed the gap in the scores to three-two, but no sooner had they done so when Claymore scored again. So it went on. Players hurled each other off the pyramid, tussled to the top, knocked balls out of the opposing team’s hands, and gave it their all. As the final bell tolled, Claymore had clutched onto the lead they had held all match, to win the pyramid seven-five. The crowd bawled in appreciation, chanting and howling; a whirling mass of cheering faces and swirling flags, as the task finished and the players returned to their watching teammates. Taem saw how the Ironstone players had slumped shoulders, whilst the Claymore Rhungars were grinning, jumping, hitting each other and shouting.
A hush fell on the arena, as the gamesmaster spun the giant wheel and everyone waited in expectation. The coloured wheel slowed towards a standstill. When it became clear it was going to finish on pyramid again, the gamesmaster jerked the wheel on one segment.
‘
Duel!’
The gamesmaster roared, and the crowd hollered their approval.
Taem saw the grim look in Forgrun’s eyes. And he saw the way each of his Rhungari teammates looked stoically at Forgrun and nodded.
‘What is going on?’ Taem whispered to Harnan.
‘Only be ye Rhungars that do initiated Gaunt Ruck do go in fer Duel,’ Harnan said. ‘Ter send any other in thy stead be a loss o’ Kaladim.’
Stewards used teams of Dhurran horses to haul out, from underneath the stands, a raised circular platform that stood eight foot above a round container full of waist deep water. The whole thing took ten rope-pulling Dhurran to drag it out, on its wheels, to the centre of the arena.
Forgrun and Sturad stared at each other, as stewards handed them a giant baton each. The club was blue for Forgrun and red for Sturad. Taem could tell the batons were padded out with cloth, and were fashioned to resemble an axe.
Raising his blue baton to the crowd brought Forgrun an almighty cheer, as he climbed the ladder across the pool of water, onto the circular duel platform. On the opposite side of the elevated disc, Sturad climbed up on a different ladder to face the Ironstone Rhungar. As the Rhungars glared at each other, the ladders were removed from the platform.
The Gaunt Ruck bell rang out, and Taem watched the combatants stalk across the disc, holding their batons as if they were axes. Forgrun rushed forward in attack, smashing across. Sturad ducked, just in time. Forgrun swung his baton back over his head then straight forward and down. Sturad caught the blow with the middle of his baton, in between his hands.
The crowd howled and cheered, loving every moment. This was pure combat. As close to a real axe fight as it was possible to come, without someone getting injured or killed. Those batons were padded, but Taem imagined it would still hurt to be caught with the heavy end, enough to send you seeing stars. Taem willed Forgrun to move faster, strike harder and keep going. He was so excited that he felt as if he was up on the platform with his friend!