The Desert Spear (24 page)

But why' It seemed too great a coincidence that such a creature should arrive on the same night a
chin
appeared on his palace steps, begging to fight. What was his connection to the demon'

Jardir cursed his inability to speak the greenlander's barbaric tongue.

'What are you waiting for'' he roared to the scorpion teams. '
Alagai
are
alagai
! Kill it!'

His words broke the spell, and the men leapt to obey. The greenlander clenched his fist as they took aim and let fly their stingers, massive spears with heavy heads of iron. They shot high in the sky to arc the missiles down with crushing impact.

The giant demon was struck full on by almost a dozen stingers, but all splintered against its armor, leaving the creature unfazed. It shrieked its fury and came on again.

Suddenly the city seemed vulnerable. Jardir had learned warding in Sharik Hora, and knew that each ward only found its full power against a single breed of demon. The wards carved into Krasia's walls were ancient and had never been breached, but had they ever been tested against one such as this'

He grabbed the greenlander by the shoulders, turning him about to face him. 'What do you know'' he demanded. 'What do we face, damn you'!'

The greenlander nodded, seeming to understand, and looked about. He moved to a rock slinger and touched the stone in the sling. Then he pointed to the demon.
'Alagai,'
he said.

Jardir nodded, moving to the Mehnding in command of the engine.

'Can you hit it'' Jardir asked.

The
dal'Sharum
snorted. 'An
alagai
that big' I can take just its other arm, if you wish.'

Jardir slapped his back. 'Take its head, and we'll tar it as a trophy.'

'Start boiling the tar,' the warrior said, adjusting the tension and angle of the weapon.

The greenlander rushed over to Jardir, speaking rapidly in his ugly tongue. He waved his arms, seeming increasingly frantic that he could not make his meaning clear. Again and again he pointed to the sling, shouting what seemed the only Krasian word he knew,
'Alagai!'

'He brays like a camel,' Hasik said.

'Be silent,' Jardir snapped. He narrowed his eyes, but then the slinger called, 'Ready!'

'Fire!' Jardir said. The greenlander leapt for the warrior who went to cut the rope, but Hasik grabbed him, hurling him roughly away.

'I knew we could not trust a
chin,
First Warrior,' he growled. 'He protects the demon!'

Jardir wasn't so sure, staring hard at the man, who struggled wildly in Hasik's grip. He pointed again, this time down at the wall, shouting,
'Alagai!'

Lessons long dismissed as legend returned to Jardir in a rush'tales of the great demons that had assaulted Krasia's walls in the time of the first Deliverer, and everything came into sharp focus. The greenlander hadn't been pointing to the sling; he was pointing to the stone.

Rock demon,
Jardir realized in dawning horror.

'Rock demon!' he shouted, but it was too late. He heard the report as the sling arm released its cargo, and turned helplessly to watch. Behind him, the greenlander wailed.

The stone soared through the air, and it seemed as if man and
alagai
alike held their breath. The one-armed rock demon looked up at the stone'a boulder that had taken three warriors to lift into place.

And then, impossibly, the demon caught the stone in the crook of its good arm and hurled it back with terrible force.

The boulder struck the great gate, smashing a hole and sending cracks spiderwebbing from the point of impact. The rock demon charged, striking that same spot again and again. Magic sparked and flared, but the warding was too damaged to have any real effect. The gate shook with each blow, and one side tore from its hinges, smashing to the ground inside.

The rock demon leapt through, roaring as it ran into the Maze. Behind it, demons poured through the breach.

Jardir's face flared hot, then went suddenly cold. The great gates of Krasia had not been breached in living memory. The
dal'Sharum
trapped in the Maze would be hunted like animals, and it was his own fault for not listening to the greenlander.

I have brought my people to ruin,
he thought, and for a moment, all he could do was watch dumbly as the
alagai
invaded the Maze.

Embrace the fear, you fool!
he shouted to himself.
The night may yet be saved!

'Scorpions!' he cried. 'Shift positions and lay down cover fire while we close off the breach! Sling teams! I want stones falling to crush any
alagai
getting in and to block the way for the rest!'

'We can't fire so close,' one slinger said. Others nodded, and Jardir could see the same terror on their faces that he had felt a moment before. They needed a more immediate terror to snap them from their stupor.

He punched the slinger in the face, laying him flat on the walltop. 'I don't care if you have to drop the stones by hand! Do as I command!'

The man's night veil grew wet with blood and his response was unintelligible, but he punched a fist to his chest and staggered to his feet, moving to obey. The other Mehnding did the same, their fear lost in a flurry of activity.

He looked at the
nie'Sharum.
'Sound the breach.' As the boy raised the horn to his lips, he felt a wave of failure and shame that such a command be given on his watch.

But the feeling was quickly shaken. There was too much to do. He turned to Hasik. 'Gather as many men and Warders as you can and meet us at the gate. We go to seal the breach.'

Hasik gave a whoop and charged off, seeming thrilled at the prospect of leaping into a sandstorm of
alagai.
Jardir ran the walltops toward the spot where his personal unit fought under Shanjat. He needed his own men behind him for this. The other Kaji might still resent Jardir for betraying their tribe, but the men who had fought with him nightly for years were still his utterly.

The greenlander kept pace with him, and Jardir wished he had the words to send him away, or the time to make him understand. Even if he wanted to help, an untrained warrior would only get in the way of Jardir's tight, cohesive unit.

There was a shriek in the sky, and the greenlander shouted,
'Alagai!'

The man crashed into Jardir, bearing them both down to the wall. Jardir felt the wind as leathern wings passed just above them.

Jardir cursed as they rolled apart, casting about for a net, but of course there was none to be found. The greenlander was quicker to his feet, standing crouched with his spear at the ready as the wind demon banked and came back.

He is brave, if a fool,
Jardir thought.
What does he hope to do without a net'

But as the demon came in, the greenlander dropped suddenly to one knee, stabbing hard with his long spear. The barbed head broke through the thin membrane of the
alagai's
wing right at the shoulder joint, and with a twist he used the spear as a lever to turn the demon's own momentum against it and flip it over onto its back on the wall.

The demon was not seriously harmed, but the greenlander moved quickly, grabbing the straps of the shield that hung loosely on his arm and pressing its warded surface against the demon's chest.

Magic flared at the contact, jolting the creature so that it thrashed and shrieked madly. Jardir wasted no time in planting his spear deep in the stunned creature's eye. It kicked and screamed, and Jardir pulled his weapon free and drove it into its other eye, twisting until the creature lay still.

The greenlander looked up at him, his eyes alive with excitement, and said something in his Northern tongue.

Jardir laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. 'You surprise me, Arlen, son of Jeph!'

Together, they ran the walltops to Jardir's men.

Everywhere, there were warriors fighting for their lives in the Maze, but Jardir could not pause to save them. If the breach was not sealed, the sun would rise to find every
Sharum
in the Maze torn to shreds.

'Sell your lives dearly!' he shouted as his men thundered past. 'Everam is watching!'

A roar and accompanying screams echoed through the Maze, seeming to shake the very walls. Somewhere behind them, the giant rock demon was laying waste to his men.

Leap the hurdles before you,
he told himself.
Nothing else matters if the breach cannot be sealed.

They found the courtyard before the great gate in ruin.
Alagai
and
dal'Sharum
alike lay dead and dying, speared by scorpion bolts or torn from tooth and claw. The Mehnding had managed to pile some rubble before the broken door, but the nimble
alagai
scrambled over it effortlessly.

'Fall off!' Jardir cried, and the few ragged
dal'Sharum
still fighting in the courtyard broke off and quickly got out of the way.

Shields locked, Jardir's warriors ran at full speed for the breach, ten wide and ten deep. Beside him in the first rank, the greenlander ran, matching their pace as if he had been drilling with the
dal'Sharum
all his life. A
chin
he might be, but the man was no stranger to spear and shield.

The warriors on the edges picked up speed as they went, forming the ranks into a shallow V as they scooped up entering sand demons and drove them back toward the gate.

There was a sharp impact as they hit the incoming tide of
alagai,
but the wards on their shields flared, and the
alagai
were thrown back. The warriors roared at the resistance, those behind adding force to the press, keeping a bright flare of magic between them and the demons. Slowly, Jardir's hundred began to force their way to the gate.

'Back ranks!' Jardir shouted, and the ranks farthest back spun about with a snap, locking shields and advancing, opening up a wide area between the forward and backward ranks where the Pit Warders could work. The elite
dal'Sharum
dropped their spears and slung their shields over their backs, producing lacquered ceramic plates from their battle bags. Two Warders laid the plates out in order across the yard before the breach. The other two took up their spears and used them as straightsticks, lining up the plates one by one.

Jardir put his spear into a sand demon's eye'one of the only vulnerable spots on the
alagai.
Next to him, the greenlander found the other, driving his spearhead down the throat of a roaring demon. Swiping claws came at them through gaps in the shields between flares of magic, and they all had to twist this way and that to avoid being gored.

As they moved closer to the gate, Jardir's eyes widened at the host gathered outside. It seemed the dunes were covered with sand demons, all pressing to enter the stronghold of their enemies. Stingers and boulders fell upon the
alagai,
but they were like pebbles dropped in a pool of water, quickly swallowed.

Then the Warders gave the call, and Jardir and his men began to withdraw. 'Another night,' Jardir promised the demons that came up short at the flare of magic from the ceramic wards. 'Krasia will fight again tomorrow.'

He turned to find the courtyard otherwise clear of battle. The remaining demons had escaped into the Maze.

'Watcher!' Jardir called as he stepped away from his men, and in seconds Coliv dropped a ladder from the wall and ran down it to report.

'Tidings are grim, First Warrior,' the Watcher said. 'The Majah have gathered in the sixth to hold off the majority of sand demons, but there are scattered tribes fighting throughout the Maze, and few battles go well. The giant roams even deeper, cutting apart whole units as it claws its way toward the main gate. It was just spotted in the eighth.'

'Surely it cannot navigate all the turns of the Maze,' Jardir said.

'It seems to be following a trail of sorts, First Warrior,' Coliv said. 'It pauses to sniff the air, and has yet to miss a turn. A handful of sand and flame demons dance at its feet, but it pays them no mind.'

Jardir lifted his veil to spit the dust from his mouth. 'Get back on the wall and set Watchers to plot me a path to gather the scattered units as we drive toward the Majah.'

Coliv punched a fist to his chest and ran to his ladder, scrambling back up the wall. Jardir turned to gather his men and noticed the greenlander attempting to communicate with one of the Pit Warders, waving his hands wildly while the warrior looked at him in confusion.

'Nie is strong this Waning,' Jardir shouted, drawing everyone 's attention, 'but Everam is stronger! We must trust in Him to see us through to the sun, or all of Ala be consumed with Nie's black! Show the
alagai
what it means to face warriors of the Desert Spear, and know that Heaven awaits you!'

He punched his spear into the air, and the
Sharum
did the same, giving a great shout as Jardir led them off into the Maze.

Throughout the night, Jardir's men charged into demon hordes, driving them into warded pits and linking with the survivors of scattered units. He had more than a thousand warriors at his back when they joined the Majah, holding the narrow corridor that gave entrance to the sixth level.