The Planet Zelnick and its entire people
are my own invention. Crais stops Marauders to gain a foothold. Set after
Together.
A
Peacekeeper By Any Other Name
by GitonCrais
Part
1: Going down to Zelnick
He had to go
on a foray again soon. The fresh food he had brought on board on his first trip
was wilting and there were only a couple of days of food-cubes left.
“Any luck in
finding another Commerce planet, Talyn?”
Talyn beeped
in the negative.
Crais went
back to his star plotting. He had a smile on his face. He never knew that star
plotting could be interesting but now that he was mapping the Uncharted
Territories it felt good and pleasant. He had also come to realise that there
weren’t that many habitable planets. Some were barely able to sustain life, let
alone intelligent species or even animals.
Being on
board Talyn had a calming effect on him. He had come aboard this vessel as an
angry, vengeful, aggressive and prejudiced ex-Peacekeeper’s Captain. Now, after
nearly a monen, he had turned into a calm, caring, less vindictive or
aggressive individual. He could still be short-tempered, as he had proven when
the two youngsters were on board but he seemed to be able to control it better
now.
He had
accepted Talyn as an equal species and was even sporting thoughts of peaceful
co-existence with other species. He was starting to come to terms with Tauvo’s
death and had more or less admitted to himself that it hadn’t been totally
Crichton’s fault.
Now his
anger was mainly aimed at Scorpius and even then he felt he had to curb his
feelings because of his link with Talyn.
He was sure
he had not lost his prejudice completely. Contact with other species had been
too short to do much about that. When he went planet-side the last time he
admitted to himself that he was still wearing his gloves, only to take them off
once he was back on board again. Sebaceans did not like to be touched by alien
species and Crais was no exception to the rule. The fear of being contaminated
was even further impressed on him by the Peacekeepers. On a sub-conscious level
he agreed it was totally illogical and irrational, especially since most of the
people he would be meeting from now on were mainly non-Sebacean. Not all species
should be considered as sub-species but years of indoctrination to the contrary
couldn’t be shaken off so easily.
Because of
Talyn he felt he had to change and he was willing to put quite an effort into
doing so.
Talyn’s
happy chirping broke his reverie. He had found a populated planet
“Talyn I
will be gone for a couple of arns. We will stay in contact through the link.
Stay on the dark side of the moon and if you detect any trouble, warn me but do
not engage in conflict. Do you understand?” Talyn beeped once in the
affirmative.
He had
landed the transport-pod at the spaceport near the town. When he opened the
door of the transport-pod he noticed that the heat was borderline high. He
would be able to move about but he would not be comfortable. He contemplated
going towards the town when the sun had dropped below the horizon but there was
no telling if he would still be able to conduct his business or if the heat
would diminish sufficiently. Going back to Talyn and letting the Leviathan
search for another Commerce planet was not an option either. The first planet
he had encountered after leaving Moya had been well over two weekens away from
his exit of starburst, the next one was two solar days away from that planet
and this one had been at a distance of two weekens from the last. The food was
running very low and he could not risk being too far away from the next
habitable planet. If Talyn had been older they would be able to starburst
relatively easy between solar systems but Talyn was too young and he wouldn’t
want to risk injuring the youngster. If he had to starburst let it be because
it was desperately needed.
He squared
his shoulders, shouldered his satchel and stepped out.
His uniform
caused the people in the town to hush whenever he passed. “Yes,” he thought
bitterly, “My People are a space faring, colonising race and their Peacekeepers
are renowned over the known Galaxy but for all the wrong reasons from where
they started off from.” Crais drew his shoulders back and pretended not to
notice the baleful stares that were thrown at him.
The planet
catered more for space-travel than the first planet he had landed on. This time
he made sure to stock up well on more durable goods alongside the fresh foods.
Talyn had not grown a cool-storage area yet but that was only a matter of time.
The shopkeeper promised to have the goods delivered at his transport-pod after
two arns.
He could
hardly wait to get back on board. The heat was oppressive and he wiped his brow
continuously, much to the amusement of some of the shopkeepers who seem to take
their time to conclude the businesses. He needed some cold refreshments,
anything to cool him down. The deliveries to his pod wouldn’t be made for
another one and a half arns.
He spotted the
guesthouse across the street. It was cooler inside but not by much.
According to
the landlord there was no ice available, so, he had to settle for a lukewarm
glass of Frelip Nectar, which was too sweet for this weather. Well, it was
better than nothing.
He brought
the glass over to an empty table at the back of the guesthouse. It was the
coolest spot so far. Wearily he sank down in his chair, leaned back and half
closed his eyes. With his mouth half open, he tried to circulate cooler air in
his lungs. The rate of his heartbeat slowed a little, his breathing and the
pounding headache eased some and the heat became almost tolerable.
“What are we
going to do?” He heard someone whisper from a table nearby.
He shifted
his gaze surreptitiously, his hooded eyes giving the impression that he was
dozing or asleep.
Two men sat
at a table about six paces away from his and whispered quietly at each other.
Crais’ hearing had always been exceptional, even for a Sebacean and his
curiosity was peaked by the remark; anything to stop him thinking about the
heat.
“I don’t
know but this can’t go on much longer. Some people say that they have already
taken over two towns in the north and that this town is their next objective.”
“There is
not much we can do about it. Where are we to go? Who can give us the guarantee
it will be any better in the next town or that they won’t go there or, worse,
that they are already there? Can you answer me that?”
“Grelik,
keep your voice down! You don’t know who might be listening.” He glanced over
at Crais who pretended to be asleep. The man turned back to his companion, “If
only we could get enough people together to break into their stronghold…”
“You don’t
know what you are saying! Look what happened to Shang’ar! The town had raised a
militia to defend the city. They were not going to surrender and then Shang’ar
was laid in ruins!”
“We must be
able to do something…”
His
companion reacted with a resigned shrug of his shoulders and they looked in
silence at the drinks they were holding.
For a microt
Crais was tempted to go over there and find out more about their conversation,
and who or what was causing their problems. Then he decided against it. This
was obviously an internal affair, he was an outsider and might be considered a
spy if he showed too much interest. Besides he longed to get off this planet.
Another half
arn went by and Crais decided to go back to his pod. The delivery should be
arriving soon and the two men had stopped discussing the problem. He rose and
crossed the floor to the exit.
Near the
door sat a group of six boisterous men who were drinking and singing loudly,
much to the chagrin of the other people in the place. Crais had noticed them
earlier but had paid them no attention.
When he
passed the group his coat brushed one of the men who jumped up from his chair
and turned to Crais. He didn’t seem to be impressed or in fear of Crais’
uniform, which surprised the latter. He towered head and shoulders over Crais
and Crais was not a very short person. His width was almost twice as wide as
Crais’.
“Can’t you
look where you are going,” glowered the man in Crais’ face.
Crais looked
up in the man’s face with a steady calm, “If I have offended you I apologize.”
The man
turned laughingly to his companions, “Hear that? The little man apologizes.”
Inwardly
Crais bristled at the affront but now was not the time to pick a fight.
That option
was taken away from him. The man turned back to Crais and without warning
lunged at him.
Crais had already
taken a step back for although he didn’t want to be drawn into a fight; he had
considered the man a potential enemy and was prepared for him. When the man
came for him, he ducked and sidestepped. The man’s arms closed over thin air.
Crais had taken measure of his opponent, calculating size, strength and speed.
Training and sparring in his off-duty time when he wasn't on campaign had kept
him fit and combat-ready, this now stood him in good stead.
The man
wasn’t too pleased that a shorter man could elude him that easily and with an
evil grin he moved towards Crais again, this time his movements were slower and
more deliberate.
Crais
waited. When the man lunged with one hand in a punching motion while the other
moved sideways where he suspected Crais to be diving to Crais dropped to all
fours and swiped at the man’s legs, connecting solidly with one of the knees.
When the other man was off balance Crais rose in one fluid motion and the open
Panthak jab under the jawbone brought the other man down nicely.
Crais seemed
hardly out of breath when he surveyed the room with a look that said “any more
takers?” When nobody moved, he turned back to the door to leave.
One of the
companions of the man who was brought down attacked him while his back was
turned but Crais had anticipated that. When he felt the man’s hands touch his
shoulders he leant backwards and stepped hard with the heel of his boot on the
man’s instep. The man let out a howl and loosened his grip on Crais. Crais took
the man’s right arm, pulled it forwards and heaved him with ease over his
shoulders before letting him crash into the door. His head connected with the
door, there was a thud and another crumpled heap lay silent.
He turned to
the other four at the table. One of the men who had intended to get up to help
his friends now slowly sat down again when he looked at the dark cloud that
passed over Crais’ face. Contained anger was showing in Crais’ eyes and his
breathing was more rapid. The exertion had made him too warm and he didn’t relish
it at all. At the moment he was still in control and had not used his full
strength to take out his opponents but there was no telling what would happen
to the next person who tried to accost him.
No one at
the table tried their luck, they all looked at him silently while his stare
bore down on them.
He was
warned when on the point of turning to leave he saw one of the men look
shiftily to his right shoulder. He ducked and sidestepped to the left but could
not avoid that part of a chair contacted heavily with his right shoulder. His
arm went numb.
Due to his
size and strength, the first man had regained consciousness sooner than Crais
had anticipated and had snug up behind him.
Crais felt
for his right shoulder while stepping away from the brute who grinned
maliciously at him. It would hurt like Hezmana for a little while but didn’t
seem to be broken. There was no time to think about it at the moment.
He dropped
his shoulder a bit more and put a painful expression on his face. The ruse
worked.
The man moved
forward and tried to grab his right shoulder. Crais moved forward too, moving
his left shoulder under the man’s armpit turned and faced away from the man. He
took hold of the man’s left wrist, used two fingers to apply pressure on two
pressure-point in the man’s wrist, which resulted in a yell of pain and
slackening of the man’s arm’s muscles, then he took hold of the man’s whole
arm, twisted it and threw him over his shoulder with almost the same ease as he
had done to the other man. The man crashed into a table and lay dazed on it,
this time Crais took no chances and followed up on his action by planting his
left elbow with force on the man’s chest. He heard a crack and the body went
limp. A quick glance told him the man wasn’t dead but he wouldn’t be trying to
pick a fight in the near future either.
Breathing
heavily through his nostrils and trying to suppress the pain in his shoulder by
sheer will Crais now turned to the other four, “I would suggest you take your
two comrades home… Now!” He glared at them, “Before I get my second wind back
and this time I will not wait until another one of you decide to try his luck
with me. Do I make myself clear?” Two of them nodded silently. “Then move!” He
had not raised his voice by much but the last command had sounded like a
thunderclap.
The other
four scrambled away from the table and moved over to get their friends out. One
turned to Crais, trying to say something, but Crais just stared at him and
growled lowly. It was enough to hasten the men to leave the guesthouse quickly
before “the madman” followed up on his threat.
Crais felt
drained and clutched his shoulder. One of the other guests came over to ask if
he was all right. He straightened up, nodded briefly and turned towards the
door to leave.
The fight
and the heat had taken their toll. He could feel his face flush red,
perspiration showed on his brow and the room seemed to spin. He reeled and
steadied himself on the back of a chair.
“Here, let
me help you,” a surprisingly gentle voice said, “Please, sit down.”
Crais looked
up and saw the man he had seen talking earlier.
“I will be
all right in a minute,” Crais said hoarsely, not even believing his own words.
“You will
feel better once you have rested a bit.”
Crais hated
to admit that he did need a small respite. He felt himself being gently pushed
in a chair and after a motioning from the man a glass of water was pressed in
his left hand. Automatically he brought the glass to his lips and was surprised
to taste ice-cold water. It revived his flagging spirits and he nearly finished
it in one gulp. It helped cool him down and gratefully he looked up at the man
who ordered another glass.
His head was
feeling less hot and slowly Crais regained his senses only to be reminded too
soon of the throbbing pain in his shoulder. His mind was assaulted by frantic
questions of Talyn through his transponder. Although the link was weak at this
distance, the speed of Talyn’s questions made him slightly dizzy. Silently he
assured the youngster that he was all right.
“Are you in
pain,” asked the man in response to Crais’ clouded expression when Talyn
questioned him.
“Just a
minor discomfort that will pass soon. Thank you for your concern but I have to
be going now.” He made to stand up but was still not steady on his feet and sat
down again.
“A healer
should see about your shoulder,” said the man.
Crais just
wanted to get off this planet as soon as possible but a visit to the healer’s
wouldn’t do much harm either. He nodded in reply.
“My name is
Janek and yours?” asked the man while he helped Crais to his feet.
“Bialar,” he
answered curtly, deliberately only giving his first name.
When they
walked down the street to the healer’s shop Crais wondered why they had all
turned friendly. When he had walked into the guesthouse it had been obvious
that his presence was not welcomed due to the uniform he wore. This man in
particularly had eyed him with mistrust. He suspected that the fight had
something to do with it.
The healer’s
shop was cool inside, being build against a rock face helped create this effect
and Crais could feel his body-temperature drop slowly. After the exertions of
the fight the short walk in the late afternoon heat to the healer’s shop had
not been a pleasant one. He had started to feel dizzy and disorientated.
She treated
his shoulder, “You will feel sore for a couple of days,” Crais nodded
knowingly, he had been there before. “The numbness will wear off soon. This
ointment should help ease it. You are Sebecean, aren’t you?” Crais nodded
wearily. If it wasn’t obvious from his physique his uniform must be a dead
give-away. “This planet is not good for you.”
“That is
quite obvious,” snorted Crais, his patience growing thin.
“If you
intent to stay longer, these herbs might help to bring down your body temperature.
It is normally used in bringing down fever and should not be harmful to you. It
should be infused by hot water, after that it can be drunk cold.”
She handed
him a bag of herbs. Crais’ first reaction was to say “No”. He had no intention
to stay here longer than was absolutely necessary, but the herbs would come in
handy when he would visit other planets with the same temperature. He accepted
the bag gracefully.
When they
left the healer’s shop darkness had fallen and although it was still warm
outside Crais felt better with the drop of temperature.
“Darkness
falls quickly here on Zelnick,” said Janek next to him. Crais had almost
forgotten about him. “Where are you staying,” he asked.
“I am not
staying anywhere,” answered Crais grumpily, “My transport pod is at the
spaceport and I will be heading there now. My… crew is waiting for me.”
“It’s very
dark and the roads are treacherous…”
Crais spun
to him, “Are you threatening me?”
“No, just
warning you. The two men you bested in the guesthouse belong to a band of men
who don’t take kindly to being opposed and they might be waiting for you.”
Ah, now the
turn-about became clear. “I am not interested in you internal disputes,” he
said, not feigning that he had not overheard the earlier conversation.
Janek now dropped
all the pretext of being a concerned townsman, “We need someone like you,
Bialar. We are desperate!”
“How do you
know I am the man for the job? Just because I can outfight two men in their
cups? A stranger? You must be desperate,” he ended with a sarcastic sneer.
Janek
dropped his voice, “We are. We don’t have anyone who can lead us.”
“And you
think I can?”
“You are a
soldier, an officer. You are trained to fight and to lead. You can bring in the
other Peacekeepers to help us defeat them. Please!”
His voice
had risen and Crais was worried that they could be overheard, “Is there
somewhere private we can talk?”
The joy he
saw on the man’s face made him want to retract his words.
“Yes, sure,
my house is not far from here.”
With a sigh
Crais followed Janek.
Part
2: The problem
Janek’s
house was not that much further down the street and to Crais’ relief it was
reasonably cool inside.
He followed
Janek into the kitchen. While Janek prepared some food, Crais leaned arms
akimbo against the counter where he had a good view of the door and the two
windows.
“So, what’s
this about then?”
“You don’t
mince words.”
“Waiting too
long for information might get you killed,” Crais said matter-of-factly, “Care
to enlighten me on the situation?”
“Can we eat
first?”
Crais grew
impatient, “I want to get back to my ship as soon as possible. We can be busy
and talk at the same time.”
Janek
shrugged his shoulders, such impatience but they needed his help.
“They came
from the north about 6 monens ago,” he started while stirring the brew,
“Shang’ar was the first city they attacked. They had walked up to the city with
a band nearly a thousand men strong. Before the city-gates they proclaimed that
should Shang’ar surrender to their authority they would spare the city and their
inhabitants. The elders of Shang’ar laughed at first. What was a ragtag band
going to do against the might of the city and what did they intent once they
had control of it?
The terms
were simple: surrender and the city would be left intact and its citizens not
harmed. They asked a stipend of 40 percent of all profits, every 20th
adult male would be taken to their stronghold plus a number of women.
Not
surrendering would mean that they would attack, raze the city to the ground and
take everyone still left alive as slaves to their stronghold. They gave the
city three days to think this over.
The terms
were so preposterous that in a council meeting the elders decided to put a
militia together who could enforce the guards to the city and expel the band.
They were expected to outnumber the band outside by at least five to one.
They were
able to raise a sufficient number of men who were prepared to fight in defence
of the city.
When the
three days had expired the leader of the band again stood in front of the city-gates.
The elders stood above him on the battlements and shouted down that they would
never surrender and were prepared to fight.
The leader
of the band turned on his heels and walked back to his men. The elders turned
to each other and laughed. What were they going to do against city-walls and a
fighting force five times their size?
Soon it
became apparent what they had in mind. A huge machine was brought out of the
forest where they had been hiding it. It was positioned at a fair distance from
the city-gates and then the leader dropped his upraised hand. The machine
spewed large balls over fire, which dropped over the city-walls. Whatever it
hit burst into flames. Water could not douse it. People were incinerated on the
spot. The people could only open the gates wide and flee the city. There was
nothing they could do against it. Staying within the city-walls would be
certain death.
When the
people streamed out of the gates those who were still standing of the guardsmen
and the militia vaulted a brave attack at the marauding band but to no avail.
Their archers took most of the men out; the rest was hacked to pieces.
Afterwards, as they had promised, the band took the remainder of the people who
had survived as slaves. The city was razed to the ground. There is nothing left
to remind us of the great city Shang’ar”
Janek had
fallen silent. He was still stirring the brew in the pot but Crais doubted if
he saw it.
Crais had
heard of weapons of destruction of that kind. There was hardly any protection
from their might. The only weakness was the carrier, whether machine or
personally held, if that could be destroyed the threat was over. It could be
done but it normally wasn’t easy to get near it. Its devastation was such that
even the Peacekeepers had not considered using it even though they possessed
the knowledge of its workings.
Crais
coughed, drawing the man’s attention, “How did you come by this information?”
Janek roused
himself and looked sadly at Crais, “My brother lived in Shang’ar. He and
several lived to escape and tell the tale. He died soon after arriving here
because of his injuries.”
“I’m sorry,”
said Crais softly, he knew what is was like to lose a brother, “I think the
marauders left those men alive on purpose.” Janek looked up at him with a questioning
frown.
Crais
continued, “They let the men escape deliberately. They’re scare-tactics. I
assume that the other two cities surrendered without putting up a fight?” When
Janek nodded, Crais said, “By letting those men “escape” they were assured of
it. No city would want to face devastation on such a scale. Had nobody survived
they could never have taken over the other cities as easily.”
Crais
started pacing the floor, then faced Janek, “Does anyone know how far away they
are from this city?”
“There are
only rumours. Some say they are only weekens away, others have them standing at
the city-gates tomorrow.”
Crais gave a
rueful smile, “That is to be suspected.”
“Will you
help us?”
Crais didn’t
take long to consider, “Yes, if I can.”
There was hope
on Janek’s face, “Will you bring your forces in to help us?”
There was a
tightening of Crais’ jaw-muscles. “I have to make some things clear for you
before you accept my help. In the first place, if you really knew how the
Peacekeepers work and I think you know their reputation, I could see it in the
faces of the people when I pass them, you wouldn’t be so willing to have them
join in. The Peacekeepers would help you get rid of the marauders, eventually,
then they will demand their price and that might be higher than the price the
marauders are asking from you now.”
Janek was
confused, “You talk as if you are not a Peacekeeper, yet you wear the uniform.”
Crais gave a
weak smile, how much would he tell him? “You are right. I was a Peacekeeper but
I am not a Peacekeeper any more. The only assistance I might be able to offer
you is to give my expertise of leading you, as you put forward earlier in the
evening. The actual fighting and defending have to come from people like you
who don’t want to be enslaved.”
Janek looked
down in despair, “So, there is only you?”
“Yes,” Crais said calmly, “If you can provide me
with the men brave or foolish enough to fight then I am willing to lead them
and hopefully defeat the marauding band. They have to be willing to accept my
command without question. If you can’t get the men together than forget we had
this conversation and I will go back to my ship and everything will be as it
was this afternoon.”
"Why would they not accept your
command?"
Crais threw his hands up in exasperation,
"Janek, I do not doubt your bravery nor your determination to free the
land of the marauders but your honesty…"
"My
honesty…" spluttered Janek.
"Yes, you can't tell me that you trusted me
when I walked into the guesthouse earlier in the day."
"Well, I didn't know you…"
Crais' face turned thunderous, "You know
about the Peacekeepers, your whole city knows about them and their reputation.
Only after I had the fight with the men in the bar were you willing to ask for
my help. After the fight the barman finally gave me something to drink that was
cold instead of warm. After the fight… you want me to continue? Before the
fight nobody would talk to me if they could help it. I have noticed the stares
people gave me when I walked through the city. They will not trust
Peacekeepers. They see a Peacekeeper's uniform and it is an almost a "lock
your children away"-policy. And then you ask me "why would they not
let you lead"? Janek, if we are to work together then we have to trust
each other and not be encumbered by pleasantries. Is that understood?"
Janek looked down. Bialar was right, he should
not have asked such a naive question.
When he looked up at Crais again he saw him
waiting for an answer. "You are right Bialar. It will not happen again in
future."
He saw a slight smile appear on Crais' face,
"Good, because if we stick with pleasantries instead of the stark naked
truth we will all be dead." He waited before continuing, "So, is
there a possibility of getting enough people together?"
"I have been trying to get people together.
It is difficult, they are all afraid."
"As they should be but how many are willing
to stand and fight?"
Janek shuffled his feet and a feeling of dread
came over Crais, "How many, Janek?"
"Twenty but they are all willing…" he stumbled.
"Twenty? Against, what, a force of over a
thousand?"
Janek looked down dejectedly, "Twenty is
all I could muster."
Crais took a deep breath, "Well, let's meet
them then and maybe we can get some more."
Janek looked up with hope in his eyes, "You
mean we can do it?"
"We might. It depends on all the
information we can get. Oh, and I would look after the stew if you want to
offer some for to me to eat tonight."
He smiled when he saw Janek busy with the stew,
his mind taken off the problem for the moment and tending after something as
silly as not burning the food. Crais sat down at the table and contemplated the
situation.
Dinner was good, especially after weekens of
food-cubes and near starvation. Janek went back to their discussion before they
had something to eat, "Do you think it could really work?"
Crais thought about it, "I have heard
reports of weapons like that and there is not a lot of defence against it but
as with all weapons there has to be a flaw. Of the twenty people you've
mentioned is there anyone from Shang'ar?"
"Why yes, two actually."
"Good we might need their reports on what
has happened at Shang'ar. It might show us a way how to defeat the Marauders.
Let us concentrate on those reports first, after that we can decide on a course
of action. Also, tomorrow you will have to show me the layout of the city and
the surrounding area. If they come here we need to know how we can anticipate
where the attack might come from. Can you get the two men to come round
tonight?"
"I… think so."
"Fine. After we had a word with them and
have seen the lay of the land, then we talk to the other eighteen."
Part 3: More information
Half an arn later Janek was back at the house
with two men. When he walked into the living room where he had left Crais he found
it empty. Had the former Peacekeeper Captain already abandoned their cause
before it had even begun? He was on the point on leaving the room to look for
him when Crais appeared in the doorway.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” he said in a quiet
voice, his presence commanding.
The other two men jumped up from their seats,
“Janek, are you out of your mind? That’s a Peacekeeper!”
“Former Peacekeeper,” said Crais smoothly.
“Once a Peacekeeper always a Peacekeeper,” said
one of the men vehemently.
“You have had dealing with other Peacekeepers,”
asked Crais.
“No, but they say…”
“It’s true what they say,” said Crais, “and you
should be wary of them but I’m not a Peacekeeper anymore and I believe you have
a situation on your hands which might acquire my assistance. Am I right?”
“How do we know we can trust you not to bring
any more Peacekeepers down to the planet?”
“You don’t. I can only give you my word that I
am the only one here. You will have to trust me in the same way that I have to trust
you. Who assures me that one of you is not a member of the band of marauders
waiting to attack?”
The men turned red in the face, “Janek, we don’t
have to come here to be insulted…”
Crais walked further into the room and sat in
the only chair that faced the door and windows, “I believe you, gentlemen. Now,
will you sit down and then we can discuss the plan.”
With reluctance the other two men sat down while
Janek busied himself with refreshments. He looked at his friends and saw they
looked at Crais with suspicion. Now he could understand what Crais had meant
and he remembered that he had mistrusted the man at first as well and that it
had been mainly because of the uniform Crais wore but that he had begun to
trust the man when he started talking to him. Crais’ words had given him hope
and what they now needed was someone who could lead them. Crais was trained for
it. He brought the drinks to the table, passed them around and sat down
himself. He looked at Crais and noticed that the man was still heavily
perspiring but had not made any move to loosen his collar.
Crais had waited until Janek sat down, “Janek
tells me that you had been able to escape Shang’ar when it fell?” Both men
nodded. Crais continued, “Can you tell me what happened?”
One of the men became their spokesman,
introduced himself as Zenek and the other as Valek, and told Crais the same
story he had heard Janek recount to him earlier in the evening. Crais listened
carefully as if he had heard the story for the first time, not once interrupting
Zenek. When he had finished Crais asked, “When they brought the machine out of
the forest how far was it away from the city?”
”About 500 paces.”
“When it was spewing fireballs over the walls
did you notice with which intervals?”
“Well, we weren’t actually timing…”
“Did you notice or not?”
“Well, it didn’t seem to be continuous. Maybe
with an interval of a microt… but what
does have this have to do with…”
“If it wasn’t continuous there might be a hope
of jamming the controls if we can get close enough,” interrupted Crais, “Do you
have any idea where they took the other people?”
“We assume it was north of Shang’ar, they walked
in that direction.”
“What lies to the north of Shang’ar?” The men
looked at him questioningly. “I mean is it open country or are there mountains
to the north? You must understand I’m not familiar with your country yet.”
“The plains are to the north, the mountains are
south from here.”
Crais smiled, “That could be to our advantage in
the long run. Janek tells me that there are rumours that they might come
further south. How substantial are these rumours?”
“We’ve had people coming from further north with
stories that two cities after Shang’ar have already been taken. The last one is
only two weekens away from here.”
“Any more cities between here and the last one
they took?”
“No, that’s why we think that this city is the
next one they are going to attack.”
Crais stroked his goatee in thought, “How far
away was the second City from Shag’ar?”
“About three weekens.”
“And when did they attack it?”
“About five and a half weekens after Shang’ar.”
“And the next city?”
Finally Zenek saw where Crais’ questioning was
leading him, “The distance was about the same but they didn’t attack until nearly
nine and a half weekens after the last. That was almost 9 weekens ago.”
Crais had already calculated the intervals
between attacks, “If they are going to attack it will be within a weeken and a
half, possibly a weeken.” When he saw the puzzled look on their faces he
explained, “Looking at the distances involved and the intervals of the attacks
it is quite obvious what they are doing. After they attacked Shang’ar they had
a big booty, people and goods I presume, so the main force stayed behind while part
of their force brought the booty north to their stronghold and came back to
join the main force.
They then proceeded to the next city where, I
assume, the same tactics of the standard three days option was used. This time
they did not have to transport people, only goods. The main force stayed behind
while the smaller force was meeting up with the Collectors, which must have
proceeded a little past Shang’ar. The same tactic is deployed for the next
city. Only it takes the Collectors a little longer to catch up with them. They
have probably two forces of those, one waiting near the last ransacked city and
one, which will then proceed to take it to their stronghold.
So, by my calculations they would have moved the
smaller force two weekens to the north, make the pass to the next group who
will meet up with the Collectors and comes back to the main force, two weekens
go by while they join the main force and the Collectors joins up with the last
group of Collectors. They wait until the closest group of Collectors is back to
join up with the main force, which will take four weekens, then they will move
to this city while they leave the small group of Collectors again behind near
the last city they have ransacked, which is only two weekens away from the last
city. Since the last city was ransacked about 9 weekens ago it will give us
about a weeken to prepare. Hopefully they are not going to change their
tactics.”
Valek had already shut down when Crais started
to explain it in numbers, the others had some problems following the equations
but trusted Crais enough to make the right calculations, “That doesn’t give us
much time.”
“No,” said Crais, “We haven’t but it is better
than nothing. Valek and Zenek, tomorrow or tonight if possible, try and get as
many men together who are still willing to fight. We don’t want martyrs. Janek
and I will survey the area tomorrow and see what their best attack-vantage
might be. Then tomorrow night we come back here and see if we can work out a
plan. If they haven’t changed their attack-plans it might work in our
advantage. See you tomorrow gentlemen?”
After Valek and Zelek had left, Janek walked
back to the living room and found Crais holding his head in his hands and he
was worried that Crais might have found a flaw in his thinking and was now
having second thoughts. “Bialar,” he asked tentatively, “Is it the plan…”
When Crais looked up he seemed flustered, “Is it
always this warm on this planet at night?”
“No, tonight is quite a cold evening. It is
normally warmer. Why?”
Crais wanted to shout in frustration, why had he
agreed to help Janek and his men? At least a whole more weeken on a planet,
which considered this temperature cool? He remembered the herbs given to him by
the healer and started to pat his pockets.
“I am a Sebecean. We don’t… like the temperature
this high. Could you boil me some water and drop some of the herbs the healer
has given to me in it?”
Janek was confused until he remembered the
healer’s words and went swiftly into the kitchen with the herbs to do as Crais
had asked.
Crais leant back in chair and closed his eyes.
He tried to relax, to bring his temperature down and ease the pounding in his
head. His mouth was half open to cool the air entering his lungs. His hand
moved to the collar of his uniform and started to loosen it.
He was startled when Janek said to him from the
doorway, “Why do you wear such heavy garments if you don’t like the heat?”
“It’s the only ones I have,” admitted Crais
softly, “And they carry the tools of my trade in them.”
“Since we are of almost similar build, I could
give you some of mine to wear while you are here,” said Janek.
“It would be appreciated,” said Crais. When
Janek handed him the brew to drink, he let it cool before drinking it. At first
he didn’t notice anything different but after about half an arn he could feel
his temperature go down. It was still a little higher than normal but at least
it was tolerable now. The pounding in his head seemed to diminish slightly.
It was logical that he stayed the night at
Janek’s. He informed Talyn that he would be on the planet a little while longer
than anticipated but that the youngster wasn’t to worry. Talyn beeped in panic
for a while but Crais managed to put him at ease. He would stay in touch with
him regularly but his presence was wanted here for the moment.
Part 4: Layout of the land, a plan is
formed
He woke up early in the morning only briefly
wondering where he was. His sleep had not been easy, with the oppressive heat
and he had missed Talyn’s gentle movements.
Janek had left him some garments which were more
suited to this weather although Janek had explained to him that the clothes he
would be wearing were considered quite light for this time of the year by the
people of Zelnick. Crais was grateful he wasn’t stranded on this planet
forever.
He washed and changed quickly in his new
clothes. It felt strange to wear civilian clothes after a lifetime of wearing
uniforms. The clothes were lighter in texture and bright in colour, they
reminded him of the clothes he had worn as a young boy.
He folded his uniform neatly and was securing
his hidden weapons under his new garments. His combat-knife fitted easily in
the belt at the back and was concealed by the folds of his shirt. His two
throwing knives were concealed in the belt at the front. The throwing stars he
secured to the strap on his left forearm and the spring-knife to his right
forearm, the long loose sleeves hid them adequately from sight.
He was going to practice with them first, to
make sure they wouldn’t get stuck in the loose folds before trusting them in
combat.
The short, thin sword fitted in his normal
holder in his boot. He would not wear the soft low shoes worn by the
inhabitants. He had tucked his trouser legs inside the boots to have easy
access to his sword if necessity warranted it. He tucked his pulse gun inside
his shirt. He didn't want to be without it but he didn't want to show it openly
either.
To hide his transponder he wore a brightly
coloured scarf around his neck. To help conceal it further he had taken his
hair out of the queue and had bound it with a single cord at the back. A wild
mane of curly hair was now draped over his shoulders.
He focused on a point on the wall and tried out
the effectiveness of the weapons on his arms. The first two tries were failures
but after that he got the flow of flicking his sleeve up and then flexing his
muscles quickly to activate the mechanisms, which would release the weapons.
He contacted Talyn to assure him that he was all
right and to check on the youngster. Talyn was worried being left on his own
but Crais managed to calm him down and promised to contact him during the day.
He then did his morning ritual of stretching his muscles and getting acquainted
to the new clothes at the same time.
When Janek came to his room he found that Crais
was up and waiting. The clothes had transformed Crais completely. No longer did
he resemble a Peacekeeper, more like a sea-captain or a pirate even, though it
was obvious that Crais wasn’t used to such clothes. Janek was surprised to see
the abundance of curly, loose hair falling over his shoulders. He still looked
very commanding and in charge, not someone to mess with!
“You look… different,” said Janek.
Crais sneered, “Not like a Peacekeeper anymore!”
“It’s not that. You seemed to look even more in
command in this outfit.”
Crais snorted, “The clothes are more…
comfortable for this weather but it is not me. Let’s get started,” he said,
“The more we can do before the sun reaches its zenith the better.”
On Crais’ insistence the evening before, Janek
had prepared a packed breakfast and had filled another flask with the elixir,
which should keep Crais’ tolerance to the heat in check.
When they left the house Crais was aware of the
stares people gave him when he passed them but this time it was not in fear,
awe or disgust with his Peacekeeper’s uniform. The women seemed to regard him
with disguised admiration and the men with ill-disguised jealousy. He smiled,
he could live with that, and it made a nice change.
Although Zelnick was a Commerce planet, which
catered for space faring species they were themselves not inclined that way. As
a matter of fact, in technology they were quite backwards and for a mode of
transportation Janek had secured two handoks. They were big beasts, four
legged, slim with big manes of hair on the ridge of their long necks. Crais had
ridden on similar animals on other planets and had enjoyed them. He ran his
fingers over the flanks and legs of the animals, feeling their raw power underneath
his fingertips. They would be fast.
“Have you ridden on these before,” asked Janek.
“On beasts quite similar, yes,” answered Crais
with a rare smile.
They rode their handoks out of the North gate
and once on the road Crais spurred his handok in a canter. Had the situation
not been so grave he would enjoy the ride more. To the west of the city he
could see high, steep slopes and asked Janek about them.
“It goes on for nearly half a day’s ride. The
slope to the west of the city is quite steep and is about an arn’s ride away.”
Crais nodded, “What lies to the west?” He
thought he had seen the shimmer of water when he landed the pod.
“Its’ a small river. One can cross it by handok
but around this time of year it is not advisable, the undercurrent is quite strong.”
“Good,”
answered Crais and spurred his handok into a gallop. He wanted to see where the
slope and the river met and if there was much distance between them. After
about two arns he stopped at a slight bend in the road. The width between the
river and the steep slope was about a hundred paces and then seemed to run
parallel from that point onwards.
Crais stood
in his stirrups and surveyed the countryside. The last half arn or so the
corridor between the river and the slopes had been narrowing down to come to
this point. If what Janek and the others had said was right the marauders had
to bring the machine up to about 500 paces from the city to be effective and
the slope near the city had been further away than that and too steep. Crais
was sure they wouldn’t come that way.
He was also
sure that they wouldn’t come by water. The river was too shallow and too wild
to risk the machine by going that way.
The corridor
was the most obvious choice. He was also sure that they would come from this
way trusting to the fear their machine had instilled in the other two cities.
He turned to
Janek, “If we can get the men together we should be able to defend our position
here.”
“Here?”
asked Janek disbelievingly.
“Yes. You
have a natural defence here. They wouldn’t come by river; the machine would be
too vulnerable to do so. The slopes are to steep. The corridor is narrow and I
think they are counting on finding no resistance. If we can get enough men
together, we can dig trenches here to stop the machine from passing and a
defence a bit further back, before the road bends, for all who march up to the
city. Do you have guns or rifles or long range fire-power?”
“No, we
never had need of them.”
“Archers?”
“Yes, it is
not a big contingent but we do have them.”
“It will have
to do. We can place them on top of the slopes to deter some of the movement
forward. Tell me, what kind of weapons are at your disposal in the city?”
Janek
thought aloud, “Well, apart form the archers, we have swords, knives, pikes.”
“Great,”
thought Crais, “we are going back to basics here. And in this heat!” He took a
swig from the bottle as he had been doing on a regular basis, surprising Janek
that he had been able to do so at full gallop.
After he
stoppered the flask Crais turned to Janek, “We have to return to the city
immediately and get the men together. We have to move fast if the defences are
to be effective at all.”
They turned
their handoks and went back.
Part
5: The rally
The other two
men had rounded up the others and were waiting at Janek’s front door when they
came back.
Valek looked
at surprise at Crais’ outfit, there was approval in his eyes. Crais ignored the
stare.
Once inside
Crais explained his plan. They needed more men and fast. They needed to
convince the Elders that to defend the city they had to make a stand far away
from the city and still leave men behind inside. He needed men to dig the
trenches and build the second defence. The men should be prepared to work through
the night as well and it all had to be in place in about three days. Any longer
for the marauders to show up was a bonus.
Some of the
men present were quite excited by the prospect of a possibility of beating the
marauders. The two men from Shang’ar had witnessed the devastation the machine
could havoc and were keen to get their own back.
Some others
were still not sure about Crais’ plan. Some had seen him come in dressed as a
Peacekeeper’s Captain. Others had misgivings that they couldn’t convince the Elders
or get enough men together.
Janel tried
to convince them. He had ridden with Bialar, had seen the layout of the land
and had been able to visualise the weaknesses and the strengths Bialar had
pointed out. It was possible but they had to act fast. When Crais listened to
him he was convinced that, had Janek lived in other surroundings, he would make
a fine commander and leader. The men were listening to him.
“How do we
know we can trust Bialar?” One of the men shouted from the back of the room.
Crais calmly
turned his gaze on him, “I am an outsider and I don’t like the temperature on
your planet. My wish is to get off this planet as fast as possible. I have also
pledged my word to help. I do not give that so easily, however, if you don’t
want my help and just be another city under their thrall, please tell me to
leave and I will do so.”
The men fell
silent. One of them piped up, “And when they come, where will you be? In the
city?”
Anger
smouldered in Crais’ eyes, “As your commander I will be right at the front. Any
objections to that?” The men shuffled their feet, embarrassed that one of them
had raised that question. “Good! Now we have to convince the Elders.”
One of the
men (pro-Bialar’s-plan fortunately) had a wife whose brother was in the
council, who would try and arrange a meeting as soon as possible.
“Make it
very soon,” insisted Crais, “and try and get more men together. We will need
them and we can’t wait for the Elder’s answers.”
After the
men had left Crais closed his eyes for a moment. It was only a little after
midday and already he felt drained by the heat.
“Are you
sure it will work,” asked Janek when he entered the room.
Crais opened
his eyes, “It will, once we get things underway.”
“I hope it
does.”
“So do I.”
They had managed
to get the Elders together for an emergency meeting just an arn after the
meeting in Janek’s house. After Crais had been introduced as “Bialar, a
stranger, come to help us” (they had decided that it would be wiser not to
stress the fact that he was an ex-Peacekeeper and hopefully none of the Elders
had seen him the day before in his uniform), the men started to discuss the
situation.
Crais had
never been a very patient man and after about half an arn of listening to the
Elders arguing about who should be in charge of the guards in the city without
even touching on the defences outside the city, his patience had been worn away
until it was almost non-existent. Before he could say anything, Janek stood up.
“Esteemed
gentlemen, we understand your need for defences within the city but we have to
work quickly on the defence of the city. And the best defence is not found
within the walls of the city but a couple of arns ride outside the city!”
“Who says,”
one of the Elders asked looking askance at Crais, “It could be a ploy to get
the guards out and leave the city defenceless.”
“Bialar and
I…”
“What does
Bialar know? Who is he anyway?”
“Bialar is a
commander from the south, when he heard about our plight he...”
“If he is a
commander why isn’t he commanding?” He sniggered, it was the same Elder who had
been asking the impertinent questions.
Janek didn’t
have an answer immediately. Crais spoke up this time. His calm and sonorous
voice filled the room, “I was wounded in the last campaign. A slow trek north
helped me in my recuperation. It was only by chance that I overheard your
plight.”
“And what is
in it for you?”
“If we can
stop them in their tracks here, the south will also be safe. My help here will
also safe my city.”
“And if we
don’t want or need your help?”
“Then I
leave now and make preparations for my own city to stand and fight!” He had
said the last in an arrogant way as if he didn’t really cared what happened to
this city but that “his” city was not going to give in without a fight.
It seemed to
sway the other Elders, “How long do we have before the marauders arrive?”
“Four to
eight solar days.”
“And how
long will it take to put up the defences?”
“With enough
women and men and if they are willing to work through the night we should be
able to do it in two.”
“You want
the women to fight too?” it was obvious that in this culture the division
between male and females was still in place.
“If they
could, why not? But it would be mainly to get the defences in place in time.”
They
pondered his proposals, “Are you sure it will work?”
“If we get
everything in place in time, yes. You have natural defences to the north, it
would be a shame to waste it.”
“We will
rally the men,” the oldest of the Elders said, “Where can we contact you?”
“He’s
staying with me,” answered Janek.
“So be it.
We will sent you word when the men are ready.”
“One more
thing,” Crais said before leaving, “No one is to leave the City who is not in
the detail to get the defences ready and I mean absolutely no one. We can’t risk
the chance that the marauders will be alerted to what we are doing.”
“We will
inform the guards.”
Crais turned
and hoped they took his words to heart.
“Shall I
prepare some of that drink the healer has given you,” asked Janek when they
were back in his living room.
“Yes,”
answered Crais, suddenly tired, “And could you prepare two large flasks? I am
not sure if we return here for another day.”
While Janek
busied himself in the kitchen, Crais leaned back in his chair to get some rest.
The heat was draining him and he needed his full strength and wits about him to
get it all done.
When Janek
returned from the kitchen he found Crais slumped in his chair but was startled
when Crais immediately woke up on his approach with his gun slipped out of his
shirt. When he saw it was Janek, he gave a wry smile and put the gun back,
“Sorry, occupational habit.”
“The flasks
should be ready soon,” said Janek, as if he hadn’t noticed.
“Good. Let’s
get some rest, we might not get the chance to do so for a while.”
Janek nodded
and took the seat opposite Crais. He dozed off immediately.
Crais
observed him for a while before he settled for some rest as well.
Chapter
6: Setting up a defence
They had managed
to get a great number of people together, men and women, young and old. A good
number of refugees from the ransacked cities had joined the ranks of the people
from this city. The elation they felt with the opportunity for revenge was
strong among them. Once word was out that defences needed to be build to stop
the marauders, excitement ran through the city and nearly everyone wanted to be
part in it.
Crais
divided the forces in groups of expertise first. The metal-smiths he wanted to
stay in the city to manufacture arrows and other weaponry, including a long
sword for himself. Almost all of the arrows made were to be brought to the
defences outside the City. The archers were to be their first line of defence
after the trench and also the last in the City. A contingency of archers was
left to guard the battlements of the City.
He asked the
weavers and dyers in the city to make him a piece of cloth the length and
breath of the trench and in the colours of sand and another one as thin as
possible of the same length but not as wide. He had seen their woven cloths and
was certain they could do it. It had to be ready in two days.
The rest of
the people were to come with him, with axes, picks and shovels. They had found
carts to transport all the people and the materials as fast as possible but it
was a little before nightfall before they arrived at the designated place.
Crais set
them to work immediately. He placed a four men guard under the command of a former
Captain of Shang'ar, named Tavek, to watch the entrance of the corridor. No one
was allowed to pass. If any person was caught they were to be brought to his
attention immediately.
The majority
were to dig a wide and reasonable deep trench, deep enough to grind the wheels
of the machine to a halt. A second detail was to dig another trench, less wide
than the first trench, nearly a man’s height, just around the bend of the road,
out of immediate sight. The excavated earth was to be piled man high on the
city’s side of the second trench. The third detail was to chop wood to make
spikes to be hammered upright in the second trench once that was finished and
wood to make provisional planks to be placed over the first trench. They were
also to make crude shields with which the men in the second trench could
protect themselves from arrows, which Crais was sure would be employed by the
Marauders. He advised them not to chop the wood near the edge of the slope.
Only low lights were to be used during the night, so it wouldn’t be seen for
miles around.
When
everything was in hand, Crais first surveyed the layout of the defences once
they would be in place. He worked out where to place the archers who were to be
their first defence and where they had to be to act as a second defence.
Once that
was done he went down to the trenches, took his shirt and weapons off and
helped dig the trenches. Not a man wasted. When the others saw with the fervour
their own leader was digging they tried to match him and work progressed
swiftly.
By the time
the sun was rising, everyone was tired but a great sense of satisfaction went
through them when they saw how much work had been accomplished in such a short
space of time.
Crais now
divided the work forces in half, according to age. The older ones were to rest
now, while the others who could still stand on their feet continued, in order
to take over when the others were rested.
With the aid
of the drinks of the healer, he was able to work a great part of the morning
himself but had to take a rest in the shade of a tree (lest he’d be too drained
to help in the evening), when the sun was reaching its zenith.
When the sun
was rising for the third time the work was done. The trenches were dug to the
required depths. The first trench had planks laid over it, so they were able to
let foot soldiers pass over them and the spikes were secured in place in the
second trench. A great cheer went up. As if on cue, the carts from the City
came in with the cloths and the weapons.
The dyers
had done their work beautifully. Once the cloths were in place, lightly secured
on the edges and sprinkled with sand it was difficult to distinguish them from
the road. The cloth that was to be over the first trench was sturdy enough for
feet to walk over but would not withstand the wheels of the machine. The
material for the second trench was thin enough to be of no support once set
foot on. Crais complimented them on their work and when he saw their beaming
faces he knew he had done right to do so.
The carts also
brought more food and water, enough for three days, it would be a long wait and
nobody knew how long it would take before the Marauders arrived.
Crais picked
the men he needed to defend the second trench and the archers to be posted on
the slopes, the rest he sent home to defend the city if the Marauders were able
to slip past the defences. A quick tally gave him the number of a little over a
thousand men.
He told the
remaining men to get their rest now. In the morning he would explain what was
to be expected from them.
Only one
incident marred the proceedings of that day. It had been after the carts had
left for the City and everyone had moved off to get their rest and evening was
falling. One of the guards came over to him and whispered something in his ear.
Crais had been surprised that the man had left his post but after he had
listened to him he immediately went with him, Janek followed them.
When they
got to the entrance of the corridor Crais saw that the one of the guards was
standing with a man huddled at his feet. Crais moved over and turned the man
his way. It was the Elder who had spoken out against him in the council-room.
“Sorek?”
Janek was surprised to see him here, even though Crais wasn’t, “Why?”
Sorek stayed
silent. Crais looked at him, “We are
done Council-man. You have been able to see that the defences are in place, why
would you still want to warn the Marauders? Is it fear or money?”
Sorek kept
his silence.
Crais contemplated
what to do, he really couldn’t lose anybody from the defences but he couldn’t
let Sorek stay either. He thought of killing the man on the spot for treachery
but had a feeling that it might not work out for the better if he did. Sorek
saved him the trouble.
“The
defences will never work! The Marauders will get through and ransack the City.
I wanted to warn them, so they would know that not everyone was against them
and would spare most of our people. Who are you anyway? I don’t believe you
want to safe our city. I bet you are one of the Band yourself and this is just
an easy way to split the men and leave the City defenceless.”
Crais felt
his anger rise the longer he went on, it was with an effort that he didn’t step
forward and break his neck. That option was taken away from him when Captain
Tavek stepped forward and slapped him so hard in the face that his neck twisted
and Sorek lay quietly, his neck broken. Tavek breathed hard, “I am sorry,
Commander, I couldn’t help myself. I come from Shang’ar and I have seen my
family die. I know the defences will work and to hear this man say…” He
couldn’t continue.
Crais laid a
hand on his shoulder, “If you hadn’t broken his neck, I might have done it. We
can not allow the Marauders to know what we are doing. You did well.” He turned
to one of the guards, “Take the body out of sight and don’t let the others see
it.”
Janek had
stood quietly, watching the proceeding and had felt bile rise when he saw the
dead body of Sorek. He knew it had to be done but he had never seen anyone
killed before it made him uncomfortable. Crais looked over at him and
understood his feelings. There wasn’t much to be said.
Chapter
7: The battle
The next day
Crais explained what had to be done. The archers took up their positions on the
slopes and Crais made sure they had firewood that could ignite quickly and kept
dry and at the ready. He instructed the detail over the first trench to wait
until the machine ground to a halt before they were to shoot flaming-arrows at
it. If they could see bellows, sacks or containers on the machine that was to
be their first aim, since it probably contained the incendiary materials. Once
the machine exploded, they were to retreat to the slope halfway above the
second trench and take up positions there and fire their arrows to the
Marauders below.
He
instructed the second detail, the ones over the second trench, to stay out of
sight and not to shoot until the first Marauders on foot or horseback reached
the second trench. Than they were to shoot at will. He also said this to the
detail behind the second trench.
He took up
position with the detail behind the second trench, near the side of the river
where he could oversee the road but not been seen himself. When the guards spotted the Marauders, they
were to get behind the trenches. Captain Tavek would then take his position and
take command on the right flank near the river's edge. When the fighting
started he would take up position in the middle Janek he placed near the
slopes. Then it was now just a waiting game.
They didn’t
have to wait long.
Just before
evening, which Crais took to be a godsend, they came up towards the first
trench. As Crais had anticipated the machine was not quite at the front of the
column but as near as. About two hundred to three hundred men were walking in
front and around it. The machine would grind to a halt about the time the first
foot soldiers would reach the second trench. If everybody held their own, as he
had instructed them, they should be able to make use of the ensuing confusion.
The upcoming
men were singing marching-songs, confident that nobody would oppose them and
they didn’t care that they were heard for miles ahead. Crais was glad they did.
With their marching feet and loud singing he hoped none would notice the
difference in sound when they stepped on the planks. Even with choosing the
wood carefully he had not been able to eradicate the possibility of the
different sound being detected.
Crais
couldn’t believe their luck when the first line of the foot soldiers came
around the bend, saw the piled high defences but could not stop themselves from
stepping in the second trench whilst simultaneously the wheels of the machine
slid into the first trench. There was a grinding noise when the machine
settled. Immediately from the slopes above flaming arrows were fired at the
machine and were caught in the wood of which the machine was made of. In panic
the men near the machine started to douse the fires while others were trying to
run away as far as possible. It was to no avail. One of the arrows hit one of
the bags hanging from the sides of the machine. It exploded in flames,
immediately engulfing anyone near and turning them into flaming, moving torches
in turn setting fire to anyone they touched. The fire spread around and with a
great roar the machine exploded, throwing its liquid, deadly debris around it
to great effect.
Crais
noticed with satisfaction that the archers on the slope above had now moved to
halfway above the second trench to take up their position there.
It was to
the credit of the advance party of the Marauders that once they were over the
shock of the mayhem and carnage behind them, they moved forward to attack.
Crais signalled to the archers above to let loose the next volley of arrows.
The advancing foot soldiers fell by the dozen.
In the
advance party there had also been a detachment of archers, who had miraculously
escaped the liquid fires of the machine, they let loose their volley of arrows but
protected by the shields their damage to Crais’ men was limited.
The
remainder of the advance party were caught between the second trench and the
destroyed machine. Retreat would mean certain death, since the machine was
still spewing fire, standing still was no option with the archers above on the
slope, so, they had to move forward using the dead or near-dead bodies of their
comrades as cover prior to trying to clamber over the second trench. Crais
barked his orders to his men to stand and fight as the battle was shifted to
hand-to-hand combat. The defenders had the upper hand. Behind the mound they
pushed the Marauders back into the trench with their long spears, the defenders
quickly dealt with the few attackers who managed to get over the mound.
At a signal
from Crais the archers moved their positions towards the remaining force of the
Marauders and let loose their arrows to attack the ones near the machine who
dared to come through. They took out many of the enemy-archers.
Crais was
shooting with his pulse gun with one hand while using the other to hack at the
nearest men with the long sword he had ordered from the City’s blacksmith. He
was everywhere. Both his weapons dealing death in great numbers as he spurred
his own men to combat.
Still the Marauders
came. Couldn’t they realise when a battle was lost?
For a moment
he was distracted when he glanced to his left and it appeared to Crais that
Janek was in command of the men on his side of the battlefield. Taken out of
his peaceful surroundings and thrust onto the battlefield he was a totally
different man. Gone was the timid man who questioned himself. He seemed to be
acquiring the ability to command and his men seemed to be following his orders
without hesitation.
Crais felt
an arrow enter his shoulder with a thud, numbing the arm that held his gun. He
nearly dropped it but held on. He ignored the pain and with an effort he put
the weapon back in his holster and now used both hands to wield the sword.
The
Marauders closest to him were shocked when they saw him use the sword, with an
arrow sticking out of his shoulder, hair flying wild and a mad gleam in his
eyes. This devil in black couldn’t be killed and they wanted to retreat but
were stopped by the ones following them.
Crais’ own
men saw them retreat and with a roar clambered over the trench themselves to
attack the retreating force. Crais knew he couldn’t stop them now. He knew
there would be many wounded men going back to the City and many dead but would
it be sufficient to stop the Marauders in their tracks?
He saw Tavek
lead his men over the mound and pursue the Marauders. He could hear his battle
cry when he was attacked by three Marauders who now seemed to have only hopes
of at least taking one of the commanders out. It was the last error they made.
Crais
stopped for a moment to break off the shaft of the arrow. He left the rest of
the arrow where it was lodged. If he took it out now he would start the
bleeding in earnest. He followed his men.
From the
smoke and carnage a man stepped forward who wielded his weapon accurately as
well and Crais surmised that this was the leader of the Marauders. He moved
towards this man, hacking at the men who came up to attack him. If he took this
man out there was a hope that the band could be stopped.
When the man
turned in his direction Crais knew that he had to stand and fight here and now.
The leader of the Marauders realised this as well and made his way forward to
Crais.
Crais sized
the man up. He was big and strong and Crais knew that the fight at hand
wouldn’t be an easy one. The man looked at him and sized him up too; a smile
grew on his face. This man was wounded and smaller than he was; it was going to
be easy to take this leader out.
He closed
the distance to Crais and attacked.
Crais caught
the downward slash with his own sword and gritted his teeth when it jarred
through his shoulder. The leader of the Marauders hacked at him with a grin on
his face, he had seen Crais flinch and was hoping for an easy victory. His
smile vanished when the smaller man wouldn’t give and thrust and parried with
the same force despite the wound in his shoulder. Worse, he was gaining on him.
The Marauder had to fight to defend himself.
Somehow both
groups noticed the battle between the two leaders and slowly the sound of
battle almost grew to a standstill and both sides were watching their
commanders fight it out.
Crais’ sword
was longer and heavier. As long as he didn’t think about the pain in his shoulder
he should be able to better his man. His attacks became more ferocious. He
hacked, he slashed, he parried and drove his opponent further back but couldn’t
see an opening in his enemy’s defence.
The leader
of the Marauders couldn’t believe his eyes. There weren’t many people he could
call his equal in sword-fights but this smaller, wounded man was not only his
equal he might even be his better. The sword sang in front of his eyes and he
had to do his utmost to parry the attacks. He was just holding his own. He then
saw an opening and thrust and slashed sideways.
Crais saw it
coming and could only step back to avoid being killed. The tip of the other
man’s sword grazed his chest and he knew he had been cut. “Blank it,” his mind
told him.
He saw the
grin on the Marauder’s face when he went into another flurry of attacks now
that he had drawn blood. Crais only had one chance. When he saw the Marauder
raise his sword above his head, he dropped low to the ground, steadied himself
with one arm and thrust his own sword upwards into the Marauder’s abdomen,
driving the sword home. He saw the look of surprise on the man’s face, the
sword still raised above his head. As if in slow motion he dropped the sword in
his hands and reached for the sword sticking out from his stomach. He looked at
Crais with a confused expression of disbelief on his face before his eyes
dulled and Crais knew he was dead. The man fell forward. Crais staggered
backwards.
He bent
forward to retrieve his sword and then turned towards the men surrounding him.
He was breathing hard and pain slowly started to spread. He righted himself and
brought his sword at the ready.
He shouldn’t
have worried. When the Marauders saw their leader fall they backed off, some
dropping the weapons they held in their hands to the ground. They surrendered.
Or rather, they ran, afraid of what Crais might do.
He leaned
heavily on the pommel of his sword, which he now used as a rest.
“Shall we
pursue them,” he heard the voice of Janek speak next to him.
He slowly shook
his head. “No leave them,” he said hoarsely, “They will not bother us anymore.”
He heard the blood rush in his ears, muting the other sounds, “We have to
gather our wounded.” His body finally gave in and he slumped unconscious to the
ground over his sword.
Chapter
8: Aftermath
When he came
to it was daylight. They were still at the battlefield. Someone had sent a
runner towards the city to get carts to carry all the wounded back.
Crais looked
at his shoulder and saw that the arrow was still sticking out from it. They had
managed to bind the gash over his chest but had been afraid to take the arrow
out, lest he bled to death before a healer could come and see him. His shoulder
was warm to the touch.
Captain
Tavek saw that he was awake and ran over to Janek to warn him. Janek ran over
to where Crais lay, “Are you all right?” Crais had to smile, in the time that
he’d known Janek he had become used to him stating the obvious.
“I will be
when the arrow comes out,” he was surprised how weak his voice sounded.
“The healers
should be here in the afternoon.”
“No,” said
Crais trying to struggle upright, “It can’t wait that long and I don’t intent
to loose my arm.”
“What do you
propose to do?”
“To take it
out and cauterise the wound.”
Janek
swallowed hard and turned green, “I don’t know if…”
Crais
mentioned the Captain over, “Heat a hot iron and bring it to me.”
The Captain
had seen battle before; as Crais had surmised when he picked him for command and
knew what Crais was about to do. Without a word he turned and left to get the
requested implement. Crais fell back against the ground. “The battle?”
Janek was on
familiar ground again, “When they saw their leader fall the Marauders gave up
fighting and ran. Only maybe a hundred stayed and continued. We have dealt with
them. We have many wounded, maybe about sixty and about fifty dead. The men are
celebrating. We have sent a runner to the City to get the healers and carts to
carry all the wounded and the dead. What are we to do with the wounded
Marauders?”
“Treat them
as if they were your own men. Justice can always be meted out later.” He closed
his eyes to gather strength, “Do I have still some of that potion left?”
“Yes, I’ve
made some up once we knew it was safe to do so. I’ll get it for you.”
Crais nodded
and drifted off to sleep.
When he felt
his head being lifted to drink, he awoke. He could also see Captain Tavek
standing next to Janek and he smiled a horrible grin, “Right on time.” He
struggled into an upright position, “Take my shirt off.”
Janek tried
to be gentle, which only aggravated Crais’ wound. He moaned.
Captain
Tavek stepped forward and took a knife out with which he slashed the shirt away
from Crais’ shoulder. Crais just nodded to him in thanks, “Is the arrow
sticking out from the back?”
Tavek
nodded. Crais continued, bracing himself, “Then pull it out from the back and
cauterise the wound at both ends.”
Tavek stood
at his back and yanked the arrow out in one fluid motion. Crais gritted his
teeth and sweat beaded his forehead. He couldn’t stop letting out a scream of
pain when the wound was burned close. He never felt the second touch of the hot
metal.
Janek puked
in the bushes.
After the
healers picked up the men to be taken to the City Janek went with them. Captain
Tavek took over command of their remaining forces. After the healer had treated
Crais, Janek had him delivered to his own house for further care, as the
healers already had their hands full with the other wounded.
For two days
Crais was drifting in and out of consciousness and his dreams had been filled
with nightmares of his Peacekeeper’s time.
His
temperature was up and Janek washed his body down with ice from the guesthouse
to bring it down. Together with the elixir from the healer he succeeded to keep
Crais’ high temperature as low as possible.
In the
middle of the second day Crais finally drifted off to a restful sleep and in
the evening he regained consciousness. Janek came over to his side. Crais tried
to lift himself off the bed but Janek gently pushed him down, “Rest, Bialar,
you’ll need it.”
Crais nodded
and lay back.
Janek helped
him lift his head to let him drink the potion. Crais drifted off to a dreamless
sleep. Janek allowed himself some rest now.
Crais awoke
in the morning of the third day, weak but rested. Gingerly he moved to a
sitting position, using the headboard as a rest to his back. He felt for the
gash on his chest. It had not been too deep and was already closing. The wounds
on his shoulder were a different matter. Cauterising had helped to stop
infection from spreading but his whole arm was numb and when he tried to move
it, it send stabs of pain to his brain.
Talyn felt
these too and immediately contacted Crais. He had been worried about his
Captain. The link had been down for all that time with only a nightmarish
glimpse and a feeling of pain from time to time.
Talyn’s
first contact came as a tremendous shout and Crais gripped his head in pain,
“Calm down, Talyn, don’t shout!” The youngster calmed down but was still
enquiring in a panic state.
His moan and
answer to Talyn had woken up Janek who saw Crais sitting up in bed with his
hands gripping the sides of his head. “Bialar? Are you all right,” he placed
his hand on Crais’ good shoulder, full of concern.
“Yes, Janek,
I’m fine,” Crais smiled wanly and tried at the same time to calm Talyn down,
“Could I have something to eat? I’m starving.” Janek nodded and left the room.
Crais closed
his eyes and concentrated on talking with Talyn. He explained what had happened
and why the link had been silent for that time. He felt Talyn grow excited. The
youngster wanted to know more and Crais promised to tell him all about it once
he got back, which should be soon.
Crais had
not realised that although he spoke silently with Talyn he still had the habit
of answering him aloud occasionally. Janek heard him speak the last words, “I
should be back soon, Talyn.” There was a pause, “Yes, and I will tell you all
about it.” Janek stepped into the room and found Crais on his own leaning
against the headboard with his eyes closed.
He set the
tray down on the bed-stand and Crais flicked his eyes open, for a moment his
gaze was glazed over before he focused on Janek.
“Who is
Talyn?”
“My…
crewmember,” Crais was embarrassed and annoyed at the same time that Janek had
overheard his conversation. He had not wanted to give his own name or Talyn’s
to anyone on the planet, including Janek, in case they were alerted by a
Peacekeeper’s beacon.
“Why didn’t
he join us in battle?”
“He can’t
leave the ship,” answered Crais evasively, “and he is far too young for
combat.”
“But he can
stay on your ship?”
“I am his…
mentor. He is still learning. Can I have some of that food, please?” Over the
days he had come to realise that it was easy to distract Janek’s thoughts.
Maybe that was one of the reasons he would never make it to high command, it
was a pity.
While Janek
helped feed him Crais asked about the aftermath of the battle.
“Well, after
their leader had fallen they quickly ran. Some, about a hundred men, remained
to fight on. We dealt with them. The wounded, all the wounded, are treated. The
council members at first didn’t want to have the enemy’s wounded treated,
especially not inside the city walls but I told him you had been insistent on
that and at least he allowed them to be treated outside the city walls. We
didn’t suffer as many casualties as we thought we would, which is good and the
losses are minimal. Are you sure they won’t come back?”
“You could
always post a contingent near that pass for a while and even make it a
permanent guard post. How is the rest of the city?”
“Celebrating.
They haven’t stopped since we returned. Well, there was a period for mourning,
of course while we buried the dead but since then the whole city has been
partying. They all want to meet you as the saviour of the city. There have been
people outside the house waiting to shake hands with you once you are
recovered.”
Crais
moaned, he didn’t need the adulation.
“The Elders
want to see you too. When will you be ready to receive them?”
Crais wanted
to leave the planet as soon as possible even if he wasn’t recovered yet, “After
I had a shower and a change of clothing.”
“Do you feel
up to it?”
Crais appreciated
his concern but really didn’t want to stay too long, “Yes.”
Janek left
when he was taking a shower. He still felt weak but it would be good to be off
the planet soon. He put on the clothes Janek had laid out for him. This time he
had provided him with dark clothes and Crais felt much more comfortable wearing
them. He made a makeshift sling with a black piece of cloth; it would be less
conspicuous against his dark clothes. He made his way to the living room to
await the Elders.
They came in
with beaming faces, not at all like when he was first introduced to them,
except for one. The oldest member of the Elders was eyeing him strangely but
kept his silence. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable with something and
was not among the ones who came forward with the hearty greetings the other
Elders showed.
The others
were congratulating him for his victory and praising him for his bravery. Tales
of the battle were making their rounds across the city and Crais wondered how
much was still true, judging by the accounts of the Elders present. One Elder
came up with a story he had heard that described the battle between Crais and
the Marauder-leader. To Crais’ opinion it belonged in the realms of
impossibility rather than in a true account.
Even so, he
accepted their praise gracefully and commended the city’s people for theirs,
including the artisans who had so skilfully provided them with the cloths and
the weapons.
He made it a
point to commend Janek and Captain Tavek for their co-leadership, especially
Tavek whom he had noticed in the thick of battle on his right side of the
battlefield.
They all
babbled quite happily on the outcome of the battle and what it had done for the
city and its surrounding area. Crais tried a couple of times, unsuccessfully,
to interject with a true account and the urge to impress on them not to be too
complacent. They still had to try, with the other cities of course, to free the
people who were taken to the stronghold in the north. The Elders wouldn’t
listen, the battle was over and won and all they were interested now was
celebrating the event.
Crais was
not comfortable with their praise, especially since it was very inaccurate in
places and mentioned that he was still very fatigued. The Elders took that as a
cue to leave and join in the festivities. Janek led them out.
Crais leaned
back in his chair and gave his eyes and ears a rest. “Are they all gone,” he
asked wearily without opening his eyes when he heard the door open again.
“Not all,”
said a familiar voice.
Crais opened
his eyes and saw the oldest of the Elders standing in the doorway. He cocked
his head and asked, “I suspected you wanted to talk to me alone. I take it
you’ve sent Janek out as well for a while?” It was a rhetorical question but
saw the Elder nod his head. When he made a questioning movement Crais indicated
to a chair opposite him. The Elder sat down.
He studied
Crais for a moment, “What is really in it for you? (Crais raised an eyebrow,
not quite understanding his question) I saw you enter as a Peacekeeper, next
thing I know Janek introduced you as a commander from the south. The city
needed a commander and I let it go. But what interest is it for a Peacekeeper
to fight a battle for a small city? It has been on my mind ever since we agreed
to let you put up the defences. Will you answer me?”
Crais looked
at the man, he had remembered that he was one of the first to accept Crais’
plan. He decided to tell him as much as he would, “You are right. When I came
to the city I was dressed in Peacekeeper’s uniform. I am not a Peacekeeper
anymore. Janek convinced me to help this city from being overrun by the
Marauders. I decided that the plan might be better accepted if it came from
someone who looked like he came from your planet rather than an alien, or worse
a Peacekeeper. There is no ulterior motive behind my reasoning other than to
stop the Marauders gaining ground any further than they already had. I could
quite easily have left the planet and where would everyone be then? It had been
Janek who convinced me.”
The Elder
looked a bit concerned, “This might come out, you know. I am probably not the
only person who had seen you come in and put two and two together. I can not
allow that to happen.”
Crais had a
growing suspicion where this was leading to, “You want me to leave.”
At least the
Elder had the decency to look embarrassed. He nodded.
Crais let
the silence between last for a microt longer, “I wasn’t planning on staying
anyway. The heat on your planet is quite unbearable to me.” He wasn’t only referring
to the temperature; he made that obvious in his tone of voice. “I do have a
couple of requests to make before I leave.”
He saw the
Elder look at him with the expected suspicion. “One: treat the wounded enemy
well and they might go to your side. Two: you should make preparations with the
other cities to free the people who have been taken to the north. Three: do not
be complacent and strengthen your position in the corridor. As I said before,
you have a natural defence there and it would be a pity to let it go to waste.
Four: Captain Tavek of Shang'ar should be considered as a Commander of your
forces. He is a good leader of men and would be an asset to the defences of
your City.”
He saw that
the Elder had not anticipated these requests, he continued, “When I was on my
way back to my ship I had bought provisions, I assume that the fresh goods I
had planned to take with me have now spoilt in the heat. I would like to see
them replaced and if possible have added less spoilable provisions too. I would
also like some more of your fever-herbs from your healer in case I have to
visit another planet like yours. And,” he added on afterthought, “some garments
like these, as light as possible. I’ve grown to like them.”
“That’s
all,” the Elder asked incredulously.
“That’s all.
Apart from one more thing,” again the suspicion was back, “If it hadn’t been
for Janek intervention I wouldn’t have stayed and if it hadn't been for Captain
Tavek's leadership part of our defences would have crumbled. They should get
the honour of the battle.”
The Elder
looked at him with different eyes, there was respect in them now, “All your
requests will be granted and gladly. How will we explain your absence?” The
worried frown was back.
“You could
always tell them I succumbed to my wounds received in battle. With the stories
that are going around that should be easy to be believed.”
“But how
will you get undetected to your ship?”
“I came
dressed as a Peacekeeper, I will leave like one. Remember, Bialar was a
different person. They will not notice me. I will not use the sling. They would
be looking for someone who was wounded not for someone who apparently isn’t.”
“Is Bialar
your real name,” the Elder wanted to know.
“It is
better for you if you don’t know.”
The Elder
stood up, “Had things been different…”
Crais waved
his hand in understanding.
“I will have
your provisions brought to your ship.” Crais nodded and the man left.
He allowed
himself some rest before he got up and changed into his uniform.
When Janek
returned he found Crais nearly dressed in his own uniform. He found it
difficult to close all the buttons of his coat. Janek walked over and without
asking helped him. He helped him put his hair tight in a queue too. He saw the
Neural transponder but made no mention of it. He couldn't look Crais in the
eyes when he asked quietly, "You are leaving then?"
“Yes. It
would be better for all.”
“Or for the
City.” Janek took a satchel from one of the cupboards and started to fold the
clothes Crais had been wearing earlier in the day in it. He left the room and
came back quickly. He added another big flacon of the elixir Crais had been
drinking and the remainder of the herbs.
He turned a
white face towards Crais, “It’s unfair! If it wasn’t for you everyone in this city
might be dead or a slave! I bet the Elders from the city are now claiming the
honour of saving it.”
“If the
Elder who left last has a bone of decency in him, and I think he has, he will
proclaim you and Tavek as the saviours of the City.”
“And what about
you?”
“I will have
died of the wounds received in battle. You two will be the living heroes.”
“I will tell
people what really happened,” Janek said angrily.
Crais laid
his hand on his shoulder, “You will do no such thing. You can tell what
happened on the battlefield. You may mention that you received help from a
Commander from the south but you will not tell them you were saved by a
Peacekeeper. Is that understood?”
Janek looked
at him with anger in his eyes, “But…”
Crais
smiled, “Technically you weren’t. I’m an ex-Peacekeeper but that should not
become common knowledge. For your sake and mine.”
Crais looked
around the room to see if he had left anything behind. He turned back to Janek,
“You’ve been a good comrade of arms. I will remember you.” He turned on his
heel and left.
"Watch
where you are going." One of the partygoers he had accidentally bumped
into told him. When he saw Crais’ uniform he spit on the ground, “Peacekeeper!”
Janek looked
at the encounter in the street from his window and he itched to go outside and
shake the man and tell him, “Do you know whom that is?” But he closed the
curtain, no, he had promised Bialar. His eye fell on the sword Crais had
wielded on the battlefield. He touched it then took it with him and left the
house.
Crais’
progress to his pod had not been an easy one. With his arm out of the sling
each jostle ran through him like a knife. With everybody out in the street
being jostled was easy. With everyone out in the street the temperature had
risen too. He would be glad if he were far away from here.
It was with
relief that he arrived at the spaceport. The Elder had kept his promise fresh
supplies were near the pod. He only had to open the hatch and put it inside.
He was busy
hauling the last supplies into the pod when he noticed a presence behind him.
He spun around and saw Janek and Tavek. He looked at them with shock, “What are
you two doing here?” He looked to see if they had been followed.
“No, we
weren’t followed,” Tavek answered the unspoken question, “We needed to return
something to you. We don’t believe that the city should have it, Commander.” He
took Crais’ sword out of his scabbard, it had been easier to carry that way and
handed it over to Crais.
Crais
accepted it from him, “Janek told you…”
“Yes, that you
were a Peacekeeper. To me you will always the Commander. God speed.” They
turned and left.
Crais went
into the pod and took off. When he was near Talyn he asked him to open the
Docking bay.
Epilogue
It was good to
back on board again. He placed his supplies on a small hover-sled and pushed it
towards the galley where he put the supplies in the larder.
In the
meantime Talyn’s voice was chirping impatiently in his mind. He wanted to know
everything. He was excited.
“In a
microt, Talyn.” Crais derived a bit of pleasure on keeping Talyn in suspense.
After
putting all the supplies in their right places, he went to his room, undoing
his jacket as he went. He had taken the flacon with the elixir with him.
When he got
to his room he draped the jacket over a chair and fell onto the bed. It felt
good to be aboard Talyn again. He had missed the gentle movements of the young
Leviathan. He had missed the cool temperature and he had missed the excited
youngster.
He wanted to
fall asleep but knew that he had kept Talyn in the dark for long enough. He lay
on his back on his bed and took a long swig from the bottle. “Now, where to
begin…” he opened the memories for Talyn to access and tried to keep it
exciting instead of a dry report.
He could
almost feel the youngster settle down and look at the images.
Talyn had
been very excited with the deeds of heroism on the battlefield. Crais had shown
him his battle against the Marauder-leader but also the heroic deeds of others
around him and Talyn was quite thrilled with them. Afterwards Talyn asked him
many questions and Crais answered them as well as possible but the last arns he
had been allowed little rest and his shoulder was hurting him. He drifted off
to sleep in mid-sentence.
Talyn wanted
to know more but when he felt Crais’ pain he was surprised. It was a feeling he
had been unfamiliar with but instinctively he knew what to do with it.
He took some
of the pain onto himself, thereby easing Crais’ and dimmed the lights. His
gentle movement let Crais sleep and rest while Talyn stood watch and thought
about heroic battles.
THE
END