The Ogre's Pact (24 page)

Tavis felt Brianna’s hand on his shoulder. “I guess you don’t know everything,” she yelled, holding her mouth close to his ear. “Now we try my plan!”

10
The Hanging MOOR

After a grueling all-day ascent with the ogre horde clambering close behind. Brianna crested a small cliff and saw a hill giant hulking in the distance. She knew then her small company would soon be safe.

It didn’t matter that the entire length of a hanging moor and a deep alpine canyon separated her from the giant. The meadow’s tundra would be easy to run upon, and the gorge was narrow enough to yell across, so she would simply sprint over to the chasm’s edge and demand the hill giant’s help. Then he would escort the princess’s party into Gray Wolf lands, and even Goboka would not dare violate Noote’s dominion by following. At least that was Brianna’s hope, for she saw no other means of escape.

The hanging meadow sat like a broken saucer upon the mountain’s flank. On its uphill side, a sheer wall of granite soared into the sky, its distant crown lost in the pearly vapors of a low-hanging cloud. The downhill side was encircled by a craggy precipice, falling more than thirty feet to a steep slope of talus stones and puny bristlecone pines. This scarp descended several hundred paces to timberline, where a wall of spearhead spruce abruptly rose to replace the ground-hugging pine thickets.

There, just emerging from the majestic spruce forest, was Goboka’s horde. The warriors were spread out in both directions, cutting off any hope of trying to descend back into the valley below. Unless the companions could fly, their only hope of escape was to descend into the gorge at the far end of the moor.

“Well?” called Tavis. “Does it lead anywhere?”

“Yes, to freedom!” Brianna turned around and lay on the moor, reaching down to help her companions up the small cliff. “There’s one of Noote’s hill giants ahead.”

Tavis’s lips tightened in irritation, but it was Morten who spoke. “We’d better think this over.” he said. “That giant’s liable to attack before you can explain who you are-especially when he sees you with giant-kin.”

“That’s why I intend to approach him alone, while you and Tavis wait here,” Brianna said. “I know how giants and giant-kin feel about each other.”

The animosity between the two groups was not bitter enough to be called hatred, but it was as old as the giants themselves. According to the ancient stone giant songs, both true giants and giant-kin had sprung from the loins of the lusty mother-goddess Othea, but they had not been sired by the same father. The true giants were descended from Othea’s husband, the great god Annam, while the giant-kin were scions of her illicit lover, a minor deity named Ulutiu. As with many such families, the sibling races were jealous and resentful of each other, but they could also be helpful when it was mutually beneficial-and Brianna felt sure she could make it worth Noote’s trouble to tolerate a pair of kin.

Unfortunately, her firbolg companions seemed reluctant to test the hospitality of hill giants. Neither one of them was making a move to climb the cliff, or to help Earl Dobbin and Avner up.

“We don’t have time to debate this,” Brianna said. She pointed down the mountain, to where the ogres were gathering themselves into packs of ten and twelve. “If you know another way out of here, tell me.”

Tavis’s only reply was to point up the mountainside.

Brianna craned her neck back. She saw only a vertical wall of granite, scoured by gales of blowing snow and draped with thick curtains of ice.

“I can’t scale that!” burst Earl Dobbin. “Not with an injured leg.”

“And probably not with two good legs,” the scout replied. “But Avner’s an excellent climber. He’ll lower his rope for you.” The scout pointed at the coil of rope the youth carried over his shoulder.

“I understand being nervous about asking hill giants for help, but you can’t be serious!” Brianna continued to stare at the cliff. Now that she had been looking a little longer, she could see that the ice curtains were in fact hanging glaciers-most ready to come crashing down at any moment. “We’d freeze to death up there, even if we survived long enough to climb out of arrow range.”

“Morten and I’ll hold the ogres off,” Tavis said. “By the time they get past us, you’ll be out of range.”

“Leave you behind?” Avner gasped. “I won’t do it!”

“You won’t have to,” Brianna said. She continued to look at Tavis. “How can you think climbing that cliff’s safer than asking help of the hill giants?”

“Because it is.”

Brianna found her gaze locked with Tavis’s, for he was staring at her with the steady, confident expression that he always used when he wanted her to trust him. It was a look that made her ache to believe him, and whenever he used it she found her heart pounding with the desire to forget what she had seen back in Stagwick.

“Tavis, if there’s some reason the hill giants give you a special fright, tell me now,” Brianna said. “Otherwise, I will seek their help.”

Tavis looked at his feet. “I can’t. I promised not to bring it up again.”

“Then don’t!” Brianna snapped, surmising he was referring to her father. She shook her head in disgust and gathered her feet to rise. “Give me a minute with the giant before showing yourselves.”

“Wait!” Tavis cast a sideways glance at Morten, then said, “If I can’t convince you, maybe Morten can.”

“Me?” the bodyguard gasped.

“All I ask is that you tell her what happened at the Earls Bridge.”

“If that’s what you want and Brianna will listen.”

“Make it quick,” the princess said.

Morten shrugged. “Tavis shot an arrow at your father,” he said. Then, in a helpful voice, he added. “But I don’t think he meant to hit him, or surely the king would be dead.”

“You did what?” Brianna gasped, staring at the scout in astonishment.

Tavis did not return her gaze. “Tell her why, Morten.” he said. “And what the king did about it.”

Morten’s eyes lit with understanding. “They were arguing about how to rescue you.” he explained. “Tavis wanted to lead a company after you right away, but your father wanted to wait for more troops. Then Tavis said he’d track you alone and the king forbade it, so he shot an arrow past your father’s head and left anyway.”

“And then His Majesty sent us to bring this recreant to justice,” Earl Dobbin added. “As well he should have.”

Brianna felt a cold lump forming in her stomach “We’re wasting time.” She glanced down the mountain and saw that the first ogre packs were already well above timberline. “What’s the point of all this?”

Tavis shook his head and looked away. “Can’t you see that for yourself?”

“I can,” said Avner. “The point is that your father didn’t send anyone to rescue you. And the only reason he sent the earls was to stop Tavis from freeing you.”

The cold lump in Brianna’s stomach began to swell, until it seemed an icy ball of anger filled her entire abdomen. “Avner, you’ll have to learn that kings often do things that don’t make sense to other people.” she said, forcing more patience into her voice than she felt “Even if my father did not share Tavis’s opinion about the best way to rescue me, that does not mean he betrayed me.”

The princess turned her angry glare upon the scout.

“In fact, its quite possible that the king’s plan would have worked better-had it been given a chance.” She pointed to the ogre packs scrambling up toward them. “It’s clear enough that your plan has not been entirely successful-so I suggest you and Morten do something to hold off the ogres until I can arrange for our safe passage to Noote’s palace.”

With that, the princess turned away. She had taken barely three steps before a series of crashes echoed up from the mountainside. Brianna looked over the edge of the moor to see a half dozen boulders bouncing down the slope at the ogres. Even if they didn’t trust hill giants, Tavis and Morten were doing their best to give her time to strike a bargain with this one.

Brianna started to run, looking back toward the gorge at the far end of the moor. The hill giant had not moved. He sat squatting on his heels, his armpits resting on his knees and his gangling arms swinging in the long, listless sweeps of a bored child. His eyes, as dim as they were gray, stared blankly into the canyon below, while his mouth hung open in a slack-jawed gape of tedium. The untanned bearskin covering his shoulders did not prevent him from shivering in the cold wind, and every so often Brianna heard a ghastly rattle that could only be the chattering of his huge teeth.

The princess reached the end of the moor and stopped. The gorge between her and the hill giant was no more than fifty paces wide. “Hello!” she called, yelling into the wind. “Over here!”

Without raising his eyes, the giant held a finger to his plump lips. “Quiet!” His order boomed across the gorge many times louder than the princess’s call. “Hunting.”

Reluctant to argue with a giant, Brianna carefully leaned forward and looked into the gorge, ft was one of those narrow ravines many times deeper than it was wide, with cliffs of sheer granite capping its talus-covered slopes. A silvery stream meandered through the patchy forest of spearhead spruce carpeting the canyon floor. Aside from a few nuthatches flitting between roosts, the princess did not see anything that looked even remotely like prey.

A wolf’s howl echoed somewhere down the rocky gorge. It was answered by another, much closer. Brianna studied the canyon floor more closely but saw no sign of the beasts that had caused the noises.

“What are you hunting?” Brianna asked. “Wolves?”

The giant scowled. “No, stupid,” he growled. He twisted his mouth into a gluttonous grin and licked his lips with a fat gray tongue. “Horse.”

The wolves howled again. Brianna’s heart fell, certain that it had to be her mare the beasts were chasing. She heard the distant clatter of hooves on rock. The sound was sharp and distinct, leaving no doubt that it had been made by steel-shod feet. The hill giant grabbed a boulder off his pile and stood, raising the huge stone over his head. In the bottom of the gorge, a white-flecked streak came galloping out of a stand of spearhead spruce, pursued by the gray forms of nearly a dozen huge wolves. The sentry gave a long, piercing whistle, and the beasts instantly fanned out, forcing the horse toward the wall where their master stood waiting.

“Blizzard, no!” Brianna yelled, her voice echoing through the valley. “Come!”

The mare stopped and, with a joyful whinny, pricked up her ears. She looked half starved, with a snarled mane and dozens of open cuts on her flanks. The horse began to circle, following the sound of her mistress’s voice as it bounced off the canyon walls. The wolves surrounded her immediately, but contented themselves with snapping and snarling and did not close in for the kill. Blizzard looked up and saw Brianna standing atop the cliff. With a determined neigh, the mare charged the wolf blocking her way. When she reared up to lash him with her hooves, the beast wisely dodged aside and allowed her to escape.

Bellowing in anger, the hill giant hurled his rock into the gorge. His pets scattered in all directions, just in time to avoid being sprayed with debris as the boulder shattered in their midst. Blizzard cast a wide-eyed glance over her shoulder, then continued across the valley. The wolves rushed after her, regrouping as they ran.

Casting an angry glare at Brianna, the hill giant grabbed a small boulder and raised it over his head. Though the princess was not sure whether he intended to hurl it at her or her mare, she pointed up the canyon.

“Blizzard, go!” she yelled. “Run!”

“Quiet!”

Startled by the giant’s roar. Blizzard turned and galloped up the canyon. The angry hunter bellowed again, scattering his wolves once more, and hurled his boulder into the gorge. His aim and range were incredible, for the stone sailed straight down and would have intercepted the mare had she not dodged into a spruce stand at the last second. The wolves sprinted into the trees after her, their howls of frustration echoing through the gorge.

“Stupid, stupid girl!”

The hill giant grabbed another boulder, and this time, Brianna knew, it was intended for her.

“Wait!” Brianna yelled. “I’ll make it up to you. I can give you something better.”

The sentry checked his throw. “Better than horse?” He cocked one side of his heavy brow. The expression looked more gruesome than inquisitive. “How?”

“I’m your chiefs friend-“

Before Brianna could continue her explanation, the hill giant burst out laughing. “Why Noote want little girl for friend?” he demanded. “Too small for the rut!”

Brianna felt the blood rising to her cheeks. “I’m not that kind of friend,” she said. “I’m Princess Brianna of Hartwick. Noote and my father are comrades.” She didn’t think it wise to say friends. “I want you to take me to see your chief.”

Still holding the boulder over his head, the hill giant scowled. “How that better than horse?” he demanded. “Maybe good for Noote-not for Rog.”

Knowing that the ogres would not allow her much time to complete her negotiations, Brianna hazarded a glance down the mountainside. At the other end of the moor, the ogres were still scrambling up the slope, making more progress than she would have liked against the torrent of boulders Morten and Tavis hurled down upon them. Closer to the princess, the brutes had opted for different strategy. They were staying below timberline, slipping through the spruce shadows as they ran abreast of her route. This puzzled the princess for a moment, until she realized that they were trying to enter the gorge lower down, after which they would quickly move to cut off the last escape route.

Brianna looked back to the giant. “If you bring me to Noote, he’ll be happy with you.” In spite of her growing concern, she forced herself to remain patient. She would not win Rog’s help by trying to pressure him. “He’ll reward you.”

This sent Rog into such a fit of hysterics that he dropped his boulder, almost crushing his own foot.

“All right, then!” Brianna called. “I’ll reward you myself. How would you like five horses?”

Rog stopped laughing and picked up his club. “Where?”

From the other end of the moor came the clatter of ogre arrows striking stone. Brianna glanced back to see Earl Dobbin and Avner scrambling toward her across the tundra.