The Phoenix Guards (32 page)
Read The Phoenix Guards Online
Authors: Steven Brust
“We have been attacked several times since we left home, ’tis true,” said Tazendra.
“For what reason?” said Kathana.
“Oh, as to that,” said Khaavren. “I assure you we are entirely ignorant.”
“And is it Lord Garland who has been directing these attacks?”
“Well, that is possible,” said Pel.
“Let us ask him,” said Kathana.
“We must find him first,” said Uttrik.
“That is difficult,” said Pel. “For, you perceive, it is already dark, and soon we will not be able to see anything beyond the range of our small fire.”
“Not at all,” said Tazendra. “Have you forgotten that I am a sorcerer?”
“Then,” said Kathana, “you can light up the area where he is hiding?”
“It is not unlikely,” said Tazendra.
“It would be a good idea to have light,” said Kathana.
“Well,” said Tazendra, who stood and drew her sword, “let us be about it.”
“But what,” said Pel, “will we do once we have light? They are doubtless preparing to massacre us, and I don’t think we shall be as lucky this time as we were before.”
“Oh,” said Tazendra, “Khaavren will think of something.”
“I assure you,” said Khaavren, “that I have entirely exhausted my store of ideas.”
“Well then,” said Aerich carelessly, “someone else will. Come, make the light.”
“And yet,” said Khaavren, “they may have an entire army ready to attack us, and I, for one, am loathe to begin a fight against an army until we have managed to equip ourselves with one as well.”
“Do you know,” said Tazendra, “that gives me an idea.”
“I am not startled,” said Aerich. “I have always believed that you do yourself too little credit in the matter of ideas, merely because you are slower than some in the matter of comprehension.”
“So you think,” said Tazendra, “that ideas and comprehension are not co-related?”
“Where did you learn that word, Tazendra?” said Pel.
“I have no idea,” said Tazendra.
“And yet,” said Uttrik, “I had thought you just said you had an idea.”
“Come,” said Kathana. “Let us hear this famous idea before we are attacked and it becomes, like our souls, immaterial.”
“But,” persisted Uttrik, “she said she had no idea.”
“Well, this is it, then,” said Tazendra, ignoring Uttrik. “But first, who has a loud voice?”
“I have,” said Kathana.
“Very well, then here it is.” And she quickly sketched out a plan which, after a few additions by Uttrik and Kathana, was agreed upon.
“Make the light then,” said Kathana.
“Very well,” said Tazendra.
And while it would be possible for us to simply relate all that followed the casting of this simplest of spells, we must admit that we would find it more amusing to delay this revelation; or rather, to find an indirect method of describing it. While the amusement of the historian may be insufficient reason to take such a circuitous route to relation of facts, rest assured we have another reason as well, that being the necessity of describing another conversation in which these very events are announced.
It would seem, therefore, that if we were to allow our readers, by virtue of being in the company of the historian, to eavesdrop on this interchange, we will have, in one scene, discharged two obligations; a sacrifice, if we may say so, to the god Brevity, whom all historians, indeed, all who work with the written word, ought to worship. We cannot say too little on this subject.
This having been stated, then, we will carry our worship of the aforementioned god so far as to dwell no longer on explanations, but instead will at once bear our readers to a place some two leagues back toward Redface and an hour in the future, where Lord Garland (Pel was correct concerning the identity of the Tsalmoth) is staring hard at the gold disk that we watched him receive from Seodra.
After a few minutes, it seemed to him that he heard her voice, as if in his very ear, saying, “Is that you, Garland?”
“It is, your ladyship.”
“Well? Have you something to report?”
“I do, your ladyship.”
“Have you, then, completed your task?”
“Not yet, your ladyship.”
“How, not? Were my instructions not explicit enough?”
“Oh, no, your ladyship. There was no flaw in the instructions, except—”
“Well?”
“Except, we were betrayed, your ladyship.”
“Betrayed? Impossible!”
“It is true.”
“By whom?”
“I can only think by the dweller in the house with stones like crooked teeth, your ladyship.”
“The notion is absurd. Confess, Garland, that you bungled the mission.”
“Your ladyship, that may be. Yet, had we not been betrayed—”
“You use that word again, Garland.”
“Well, and is it not a perfectly good word, your ladyship?”
“Oh, I have no quarrel with the word.”
“And then?”
“But its application in this case.”
“I must hold to it, your ladyship.”
“And yet I declare that the thing is impossible.”
“Well, I will relate what happened to you, and you may then judge for yourself.”
“And at once, I hope.”
“Without delay.”
“Begin then.”
“Well, your ladyship, your instructions after the failure of the attack outside The Painted Sign—”
“Which failure I still do not understand, Garland.”
“No more do I, your ladyship.”
“Very well, continue. After the attack—”
“Yes, your ladyship. After the attack, I was to return the seal to Lord Adron.”
“And did you do so?”
“I did.”
“And did he invite you to remain?”
“Yes, your ladyship, just as you said he would.”
“And did you do so?”
“No, your ladyship, since your orders were to plead that I was in a hurry to return to His Majesty, I did so, and excused myself.”
“Very well. And did you give him His Majesty’s letter?”
“No, I still hold it, as your ladyship instructed.”
“Very well. And then?”
“And then, I was to travel to a small hamlet below Redface, which is called FourCrossings, and there I was to locate a certain unmarked house, identified by three large stones set in front of it, pointing up and outward like crooked teeth.”
“You have an excellent memory, Garland.”
“I have come to rely upon it, your ladyship.”
“Well, and did you find the house?”
“Exactly as you said.”
“And did you speak to him who was within?”
“I did more than speak to him. As instructed, I showed him this very disk which is now allowing me to communicate with your ladyship.”
“Very well. And he?”
“He put himself entirely at my, that is to say, your service.”
“Well, and what did you do then?”
“I instructed him to deliver to me a flash-stone of sufficient strength to destroy nine men.”
“How, nine? They were only five and a lackey.”
“And yet, your ladyship, it seemed wise to prepare for surprises.”
“Well, I accept that. Go on. Did he deliver the stone?”
“Within minutes, your ladyship. He seemed to have had one ready.”
“So, and you?”
“I then asked him to gather sixty warriors he could trust, and, with himself, to accompany me, and to use both the flash-stone and the warriors against those I indicated.”
“Well, and he?”
“He only asked leave to call his comrades and to gather supplies for the journey.”
“Did he ask any questions?”
“He asked how long we would be away, so he might know what to bring.”
“And you told him?”
“That I didn’t know.”
“And he?”
“He did not seem disturbed, but instantly gathered his troop together, after which we set off.”
“Well, and how much time was involved in this gathering?”
“Scarcely three hours, your ladyship.”
“Well, and then?”
“Then we set off, your ladyship.”
“And what were the results of the journey?”
“The very next morning, your ladyship, as we were positioned in a spot overlooking Castle Redface, we saw the six of them leave.”
“Six. You mean, five plus the lackey.”
“I beg your pardon, your ladyship. There were six plus the lackey.”
“How, six?”
“I counted them several times to see if I was mistaken.”
“Well, and?”
“And there were six of them, as well as the lackey.”
“But, who was the sixth?”
“The sixth was the Baroness Kaluma, that is, Kathana e’Marish’Chala.”
“What? She traveled with them?”
“It is as I have had the honor to inform your ladyship.”
“But then, you knew not to kill her, I hope.”
“I had no sooner observed her presence, then I informed my battalion, if I may use such a word, that she was under no circumstances to be killed.”
“That is not so bad, then.”
“Well, I have the honor to inform your ladyship that it didn’t matter.”
“How, it didn’t matter?”
“No, because we were unable to touch them.”
“What, they were protected?”
“In a most formidable way, your ladyship.”
“In what way was that, Garland.”
“They had an army.”
“How, an army?”
“A brigade at least, preparing an ambuscade for us.”
“And were you caught in it?”
“No, we were able to escape with little injury.”
“But, how did it come about?”
“Well, we were taking a position around their camp, which was near the Floating Bridge.”
“Yes, I know the area. What were your positions?”
“Your ladyship, we had surrounded them.”
“Well, and what time was it?”
“Dusk was falling.”
“A good time for an attack, I think.”
“So I thought, your ladyship.”
“Well, and then?”
“It was at that moment, your ladyship, just as we were about to discharge the flash-stone and commence the attack—”
“A heavy flash-stone and a troop of sixty, you say.”
“Yes, exactly. At that moment, the sky was lit up, and we were, instead of being hidden, terribly illuminated.”
“Bah. The simplest of sorceries. Was that all?”
“Not in the least.”
“What else, then?”
“At that moment, we were attacked by their brigade.”
“You were attacked you say?”
“Yes. At least, the order was given.”
“By whom?”
“I believe that I recognized the voice of the Baroness of Kaluma giving the orders.”
“Well, what were these famous orders?”
“She was deploying her forces for a counter-attack.”
“In what manner?”
“Well, first she cried to her lancers to be at the ready.”
“Lancers?”
“Yes, your ladyship.”
“Well, what else?”
“She required her archers to remain in position.”
“Archers? Are you certain?”
“She spoke in a loud voice, your ladyship, so that her brigade could hear her, as a consequence of which, we could, also.”
“What then?”
“Then she commanded her cavalry to prepare to charge.”
“Is that all?”
“No, for she also ordered her sorcerers to prepare counterspells, in case any were needed, and to lead the attack as well, from which I deduced there were a good number of them.”
“Sorcerers!”
“That is it, your ladyship.”
“Well, and did the cavalry charge?”
“I must assume it did, your ladyship. At any rate, the sorcerers attacked.”
“Sorcerers?”
“Well, there were loud noises and bright flashes of light, such that I can see no other way than sorcery to achieve the explosions that must have caused them.”
Other books
Quantico by Greg Bear
Netlink by William H. Keith
Dancing with Deception by Kadi Dillon
JET - Escape: (Volume 9) by Russell Blake
Black Gold by Chris Ryan
Finding Autumn by Beth Michele
Stockings and Suspenders by 10 Author Anthology
Mystery at the Alamo by Charles Tang
JM01 - Black Maps by Peter Spiegelman
The Keepers (The Alchemy Series) by Augustine, Donna