The Stricken Field (5 page)

Later there was going to be a big argument about what to do with him and Mom and Kadie and Gath. Soundedwould sound-as if they might be sent to Dwanish as prisoners of war. That would be better than staying with the goblin army.

Everyone else was leaving. No, two dwarves would be staying. One of them had been referred to as Wirax earlier, and the other would be called Frazkr in a few minutes. So three goblins and three dwarves and the four prisoners. That was what all the arguments had been about earlier-where this meeting should be held and who should be there, apart from the two leaders. Little of it had made sense to Gath, because he hadn't heard everything said and people had been meaning more than they put into words. Now prescience told him why those four underlings had been included, and he shivered. They were going to be asked if the imperor was telling the truth.

They were sorcerers! Of course the invaders would want to have sorcerers on their side. Mom had said it was quite likely Death Bird would have sorcerers around, even though they mustn't use sorcery against Imperial legions. The legions belonged to the warlock of the east, meaning only he could use magic on them, and of course he did it only to help them. But even if sorcerers mustn't fight directly, they could still do a lot of things to help an army: cure disease or wounds, spy out the enemy, interrogate prisoners-which was why those four were here tonight. Mom had explained a lot of this in the last few days; things you never bothered with in school came to mean a lot more when you were stuck in the middle of a war.

His own name was going to be mentioned. The imperor had seen him in a magic pool and been coming to Krasnegar to meet him! Wow! That must be why he'd seen a vision of the imperor, of course, although Shandie had been only prince imperial then, and that was how Gath'd been able to recognize him and save him, so the pool must have known that ... how could a pool of water know anything?

The imperor was going to talk a lot about Zinixo. Gath knew the name. When they were kids, Kadie's games had often involved a villain called Zinixo. Gath had usually been the Zinixo, because none of the others had ever wanted to be bad guys. He'd never understood why that had bothered them, it had just been a game. Kadie had usually been the good witch of the south, of course, or Allena the Fair.

Zinixo had been a very evil warden, warlock of the west years and years ago. They'd heard of him even in Krasnegar, although no one had been quite sure exactly how he had been evil. He'd been killed by a faun sorcerer and everyone in Krasnegar believed that had been Dad, but Dad had refused to talk about it even after he'd admitted to Gath that he was a sorcerer, which he'd never admitted to anyone else.

But this wasn't a game, and Zinixo wasn't dead, after all. Now-so Shandie was going to say-he'd gathered an army of sorcerers and made them all loyal to him. The Covin, the imperor would call it. Zinixo'd overthrown the wardens! Holy Balance! Even Kadie had never invented that!

That was going to be one of the times the goblin king asked Long Runner if all this was true and the sorcerer was going to say yes, the imperor was telling the truth.

Gath glanced around as the last guard left, wondering why everyone did not look more excited. But of course Shandie was just starting to speak. They hadn't got there yet. The seven men were still arranging themselves in a horseshoe-dwarves one side, goblins the other, and the imperor in the middle, facing the fireplace with his back to the prisoners.

And there was going to be some really ferocious stuff about how the imperor and Dad and the impress and some others had escaped from the Covin with the help of the warlock of the north, who was a dwarf called Raspnex. Kadie would love that bit!

But the bit the goblins and dwarves were going to be interested in was about Zinixo-and Dad was going to be mentioned again.

"So the Protocol doesn't work anymore," the imperor would say. "The wardens all ran away, except Raspnex, and I don't know where he went after he left us. Lith'rian probably headed home to Ilrane, and Witch Grunth to the Mosweeps, but we can't guess where Olybino went."

Gath tried to recall more of the stuff Mom had told him and Kadie in the last few days. Lith'rian was South and an elf. The witch of the west must be a troll if she went to the Mosweeps, because that was troll country. East was an imp, Warlock Olybino.

The bit about Dad . . . "King Rap and the warlock have invented a new protocol. It's going to outlaw votarism." What was votarism? Sure was hard to think straight when your eyes felt full of sand. The warmth was making him sleepy. His jaw ached from the effort of not yawning. Sounded-would sound-like votarism was one sorcerer putting a loyalty spell on another, making a slave out of him, like Zinixo had done to all the people in the Covin. Dad would not approve of that, so it made sense.

Trouble was, there was so much of it, and Gath wasn't listening to a bit at a time as the others were, he was trying to take it all in at once. Then he realized that the best way was to concentrate on Death Bird's questions. The general's, too, but Death Bird's would be really sharp.

"How can you hope to defeat this Covin if it's so powerful?"

"We can't, unless we can collect more power than it has. "

"But if the Covin's still hunting down all the sorcerers it can find, then how can you hope to find them faster?" "We can't. What we can hope to do is to spread the word about the new protocol to all the sorcerers still at large. The new protocol is their only hope, because otherwise the Covin will get them all in the end. If they will help us, we can build a bigger army."

"And how do you spread the word?"

"We're telling all the mundane leaders. Like you, your Majesty. And you, your Excellency. You can help us by spreading the news so the free sorcerers will hear of it. This is our only advantage-you couldn't help Zinixo that way, even if he made you want to."

The goblin was going to look very mad then. And he was going to ask Long Runner and, er ... Moon Baiter ... what they thought. And he was going to be really mad when they said that it sounded like a good idea to them.

And the two dwarves would agree, too, which wouldn't please the general, either.

And then Shandie was going to tell them they had better call off their war, because there were no rules anymore, no wardens to take their part. The Covin might just wipe them out, and even Long Runner and the others couldn't save them and would just get enlisted in the Covin, also.

Now that was really going to make them cross!

Gath felt his hand squeezed. Mom was beaming at him with tears in her eyes. Huh? Oh, now the imperor had got to the bit about the escape with Dad.

He smiled back at her uncertainly.

Trouble? Yes, there was something bad coming after all this argument ... He couldn't quite see it yet, but he wasn't going to like it. He felt a shiver of fear.

The imperor was smiling at him, everyone was looking ... Oh, yes. The bit about the imperor coming to Krasnegar to see him.

He puffed out his chest and tried to look useful.

What was so bad at the end, that he couldn't quite see yet?

Dad had gone off hunting for sorcerers. Kadie would say that was romantic. He thought it was very brave, but it worried him. Dad could be just about anywhere now.

Something else was going to worry him much more. It would come after the goblin king and the general announced that they had heard enough and were going away to talk it over. The prisoners were to be left in this cottage-well, it would be a better place to sleep than anything they'd had in a week. Besides, the windows were starting to brighten with dawn, so there wouldn't be much sleep for anyone.

And the last thing discussed would be what was going to happen to the prisoners. Death Bird would insist that they be kept with the army. Karax was going to demand that they be sent off to Dwanish as hostages.

Suddenly it came. Gath foresaw the decision, and Mom screaming and being shouted down. He saw the leaders and the sorcerers all leaving. He turned to stare at his sister, clenching his fists. Intent on the story, she didn't notice him. She didn't know yet. Oh, Kadie, Kadie! I can't save you this time, Kadie! Don't cry, Kadie!

Death Bird stormed out of the hovel, with the dwarvish general scowling along at his heels. The four sorcerers followed, the dwarves taking the lanterns. That didn't matter-the fire gave light, and the windows were bright.

For a moment Shandie just sat where he was on the floor, a crumpled heap of weariness older than the Impire, and yet somehow exultant. Or feeling as if he would feel exultant if he could feel anything ever again. Dawn was coming and it was a dawn he had not expected to see. He had survived, and he might even have turned the awful horde aside from the Impire, his Impire. He might have saved thousands of lives. Even if he hadn't, he'd made an evilish good try at it! If he ever got back to Hub, he ought to award himself a medal of some sort. And he had also made a start on promoting the new protocol-he had told four sorcerers about it.

Then he pulled himself out of his pit of exhaustion and peered blearily at Inosolan. She was staring down at him reproachfully, her eyes red-rimmed, her hair a tangle. Not reproachfully-furiously. The two kids were still sitting in the corner. They hadn't moved since they arrived, except the boy was now hugging the girl, and they were both white as ice under their dirt.

He heaved himself to his feet and faced the woman's blazing green stare. "I tried, ma'am! We all tried."

"She is only a child!"

"Do you think Death Bird doesn't know that? We did all we could. You offered yourself in her place, ma'am, and so did L" He wondered if he would have had the courage to make that offer if he had not been so certain it would be refused.

She crumpled suddenly. "Yes, you did." She stared at the floor.

He stepped closer, and for a moment was tempted to lay a hand on her shoulder as he would have done with a man. "It makes sense. It makes sense to move us to Dwanish. In similar circumstances I have always sent important prisoners back to my base. It is better for us that we not stay with this rabble. And it makes sense that Death Bird would not trust his allies with all four of us. Be grateful he only demanded one."

She wrung her hands and turned away. She was admitting the logic, even if she could not bring herself to say so. "She is a valuable hostage, ma'am ... May I call you Inos? She is the daughter of a sorcerer, a friend of Death Bird's. She will be well treated, I am sure. Better than any of the rest of us could expect." He was lying, of course, and they must all know that.

Inosolan did not reply. How in the Name of Evil had she ever landed in this Evilish perdition, and with her children? Time enough tomorrow to get the story.

Lucky for him that she had, though.

He walked over to the kids, and they scrambled to their feet. Frightened, exhausted, shocked, they stared wordlessly at him. He spoke to the boy first.

"You've grown since I saw you last summer, Prince Gathmor. I owe you my life. I am very grateful." He held out a hand.

The boy had an unexpectedly powerful grip-jotunn, of course. His hair was a golden bush, but his eyes were the same dark gray as Rap's.

"Your father would be very proud of you."

The kid just licked his lips and nodded, as if past the point of speech.

"I admire the way you're bearing up, lad. I'm a soldier. I know what it takes when you're new to it. If you can handle this at your age, you're going to be quite a man in a couple of years."

The kid squeaked, "Thank you, sir," in a wavery treble. "Sire!" the girl snapped.

"Sire, I mean."

"Don't worry about that!" Shandie said, and felt his face ache as he smiled. "Now, your father told me you had-" "Just an hour or two. No, I can't."

"Can you-"

"The building's shielded. Can't know what happens when we go out."

Shandie nodded. "I see. Thank you." He looked to the girl and was tongue-tied. He never knew the right thing to say to women, and what could he possibly say to this doomed waif ? Tell her she was going to be a stunning looker like her mother? Not very comforting under the circumstances. Tell her that being raped was better than being tortured? Was it true?

"Princess Kadolan? I ... er, am honored to meet you." Like her mother, she had brilliant green eyes, and they were wide with wonder. "Oh!" she said. "Oh, your Imperial Majesty!" She curtseyed low in her filthy fur robe. That was a crazily inappropriate reaction and should have been funny, but his Imperial Majesty had no sense of humor left. Well, maybe he did-he bowed in response. Every bone in his back groaned.

"I am sure that the goblin king is an honorable man and will see that you are well treated, as he promised." Liar! Liar!

"And I am sure that someone will rescue me, your Majesty!"

Gods! What childish fancy was that?

He was saved from having to say more. The door creaked open. The old goblin sorcerer stepped in nimbly and closed it behind him. He folded his big anns across his greenish chest and stared hard at Shandie.

Now what? The great danger was that one or more of those four sorcerers was a Covin spy, of course. Perhaps this man ... Long Runner was his name. Perhaps Long Runner had come to announce disaster. You are coming to Hub with me, your Majesty ...

"That went very well," he growled.

Shandie felt a surge of excitement. "You mean I persuaded you? You will join our cause?"

The short man chuckled. "I'm part of it already. Sit down before you fall down. All of you."

Exchanging perplexed glances, the hostages obeyed. The goblin leered, his big teeth and black tattoos making a fearsome sight. "Just in case you're wondering, Death Bird trusts me because he's known me a very long time. I've never used sorcery on him, though, or for him. His destiny comes from the Gods and sorcery had no part in it apart from a little help that Rap gave him once, of course, and Rap was more than just a sorcerer. But we're old friends, Death Bird and me."

"Get to the point," Shandie snapped. "We're too tired to play games."