Warhammer - [Blackhearts 02] - The Broken Lance

by Nathan Long (lit)

  Vortmunder turned on Halmer, eyes wild. 'What horrible lie is this! We needed no help! We defeated the ratmen! We held the fort!'

  'But we don't now, captain,' said Halmer. 'Would you rather lose the fort to assuage your pride, or serve the Empire with your humility?' He turned back to Caspar. 'My apologies, my lord. As I was saying, you could send a message to Altdorf that you have saved us, and that you hold the fort for Karl-Franz until reinforcements can be brought up, thereby keeping the Empire's southern border safe.'

  Caspar sneered. 'And why should I do that? Why should I kiss Karl-Franz's spotty behind?'

  The captains bridled at that, but Halmer only smiled. 'Because, my lord, just as the Empire's vengeance is relentless, so is its benevolence limitless. In return for your help in this matter, the gracious Empire would support you against your brother and very likely back you in your ambitions against the other princes of the region. Altdorf has for centuries longed for more stability on its southern border.'

  Caspar sat back in his seat, brow furrowed. Reiner could see his suspicious nature fighting with his greed and ambition. He smiled. He knew which of those combatants always won out with a man like Caspar. He exchanged a look with Halmer and nodded. The captain had done a masterful job. He hadn't made any demands, any threats. He had laid it out as Reiner whispered it to him. A reasonable plan presented by a reasonable man.

  After a long moment Caspar nodded. 'Very well, send your messenger. But you will be held as hostages in Aulschweig. If Altdorf betrays me, you will all die. You understand me?'

  Halmer and the others nodded, their heads held high. They knew that, in reality, the Empire would come for Caspar's head, and Caspar would kill them for betraying him, but they were knights of the Empire. They were ready to make this sacrifice.

  Reiner, on the other hand, was not. 'Er, captain,' he said to Halmer. 'I would be honoured to be allowed to convey this message to Altdorf.'

  TWENTY-ONE

  Freedom

  REINER CHIVVIED HIS comrades out of the fort as quickly as he could. His shoulders remained tense as they waited while horses were found and they were outfitted and provisioned. At any moment Caspar might change his mind and lock down the fort, or Halmer might decide he had too much need of Reiner's guile to let him go. But at last they were all kitted out and mounted up, with a little pony cart following them to carry their supplies. Reiner had insisted on the cart.

  Hals spat over his left shoulder as they got under way, riding into the pass out of the shattered remains of the tent encampment outside the fort's north wall. 'Ain't sorry to be showing that place my backside.'

  'Didn't think I'd get out with mine intact,' said Gert.

  Pavel laughed. 'Ye've enough. Y'could've left some of it behind.'

  Franka shivered. 'The sooner we're out of these accursed mountains the better.'

  Jergen nodded.

  Reiner spurred his horse. 'I agree. But we have a stop to make first.'

  THE MINE'S THIRD tunnel was choked with the bodies of ratmen, piles of them, their limbs and torsos broken and cut to ribbons.

  At the end of the tunnel where the explosion had closed it off the bodies were packed to the ceiling, and it appeared that these had torn each other apart in their frenzy to return to their underground world. The wounds that had killed them weren't the straight cuts of swords, but the ragged shredding of claws and teeth.

  But though the stench of blood, bile and filth was unbearable, Reiner had searched every foot of it, for he couldn't find Gutzmann's gold. Reiner had led the Blackhearts to the spot where he had discovered the crates, but they were no longer there. At least he was almost sure they weren't. He couldn't be certain he hadn't missed them somehow.

  He cursed. 'We'll search again as we go up,' he said.

  Hals made a face. 'But what do we look for?'

  'Is it really worth all this stink?' asked Pavel.

  Reiner shot a look at Gert and Jergen. They were all that was left of Manfred's new men. Either one could be his spy. And at the same time, neither could be. The spy might have been... Dag? It hardly seemed possible. More likely Abel. But if that was the case, he had decided early on to switch from observer to leader. And what had become of him anyway? Reiner hadn't seen the quartermaster since he had betrayed him to Gutzmann.

  'Aye, it's worth it,' Reiner said at last. 'It's evidence. For Manfred. Something that'll impress him. That we might be able to use to convince him to free us. Now come. Pavel and Hals, look on the left. Gert and Jergen on the right. Franka, stay with me in the centre. Don't miss an inch.'

  The Blackhearts groaned and began trudging back up the tunnel.

  HALF AN HOUR later Reiner had to admit defeat. The crates were nowhere in the tunnel. The Blackhearts returned to their horses and the cart, and at last got on the road for Averheim and Altdorf.

  Reiner was glum, his shoulders slumped. The gold had been their chance at freedom, and now it was gone. They were back were they were before Manfred had sent them on this fool mission - firmly in his clutches with no way that Reiner could see to get out. It was maddening.

  As they passed out of Brunn and started up the next rise Franka patted his arm.

  'Don't feel so bad,' she said. 'Didn't we survive?'

  'Aye, but for what? More servitude?'

  Franka looked at him. 'Don't you feel any pride in what you've done? If you hadn't put Gutzmann on his horse and tricked all his men into following him, the day would have been lost. The ratmen would hold the fort, and everyone would be dead. You...'

  'A thousand men!' said Reiner suddenly.

  'What?' Franka frowned. 'Where?'

  Reiner laughed, loud and long. 'Pavel,' he cried. 'Open a bottle of wine.'

  'Hey,' said the pikeman. 'Now?'

  'Yes now. I need a drink. We all do. A celebration.'

  Pavel shrugged and dug through the supplies on the cart.

  Franka scowled at him quizzically. 'What are you on about?'

  Reiner wiped his eyes and shook his head. 'When I was in the ratmen's tunnels trying to free you, and it looked like we wouldn't make it, I made a pledge to Ranald that if he saved me, I would not touch drink again until I had tricked a thousand men.' He grinned. 'Well, he saved me.'

  Franka smiled. 'And you tricked a thousand men.'

  'And now I need a drink.'

  Pavel handed Reiner a bottle and he raised it. 'Here's to luck and the brains to use it.' He took a long drink and passed it to Franka.

  'Here's to those that didn't make it, and to us that did. Sigmar bless us all,' she said, and tilted the bottle up for a few swallows. 'And Myrmidia.' She passed it to Pavel.

  'Here's to home and hearth,' he said. 'May we see them again at last.' He drank and passed the bottle to Hals.

  'Here's to Gutzmann,' he said. 'May he sup with Sigmar tonight.' He drank deep and handed the bottle to Gert.

  'Here's to new friends,' he said. 'May we drink again in better circumstances.' He gulped down two big swallows, then passed it to Jergen.

  The swordsman raised the bottle, but not his eyes. 'Freedom.' He drank and returned it to Reiner.

  The others nodded, and echoed him. 'Freedom.'

  Reiner finished the bottle, then tossed it at the rocky wall of the pass. It smashed into a hundred pieces. Red drops spattered the rocks.

  A FEW MILES later, the companions came around a bend in the path and saw a cart up ahead. It was in a ditch, and the horses and driver nowhere in sight. As they got closer, Reiner noticed crates on the back of the cart, and his heart jumped. He recognized them. He spurred his horse forward. He was shaking. Could it be?

  The crates had been opened, the tops pried off. Reiner stepped off his horse onto the cart, and looked inside them. They were empty. His fists clenched. Empty!

  He kicked one to the ground. There was a single gold ingot beneath it, missed by whoever had looted them. He snatched it up. Hardly enough to buy an hour of a sorcerer's time, let alone pay him to remove whatever poiso
nous curse Manfred had put on them. He hurled it into the brush.

  'Reiner,' said Franka, as the others caught up to him. 'Look.'

  Reiner turned to where she was pointing. On the far side of the cart was a body. He jumped down and turned it over, then recoiled. The Blackhearts gathered around him, staring and gagging.

  It was Abel. He was dead, but not from any weapon of steel. Reiner was almost certain he had been dead before those who had robbed the cart had struck. His face was stretched in a hideous rictus grin, as if something inhumanly strong had grabbed the flesh at the back of his head and pulled it tight. His tongue was thick and black and protruded from his mouth like a sausage. His hands were so flexed that the bones of his fingers had snapped, and his arms and legs were as rigid and hard as iron.

  "Tis the poison,' breathed Pavel. 'Manfred knew he betrayed us and he set it loose.'

  Reiner swallowed. 'So it isn't a ruse after all.'

  'He can see us all,' moaned Hals. 'He knows what we're thinking.'

  'But how can that be?' asked Franka, shivering. 'It's impossible.'

  It was impossible, thought Reiner. But that left an even more unpalatable option - that Manfred's spy still lived. That he was one of them. Reiner looked around. Gert or Jergen - which was it? Then an even more horrible possibility struck him. What if Manfred had reached one of the original group? The spy could be any of them. Any of them.

  Reiner and the others mounted up again and continued north, but the mood of camaraderie that had united them mere moments ago was lost, replaced by an uneasy silence.

  A cold wind began to blow. Franka urged her horse up beside Reiner's and rubbed her leg against his. He instinctively returned the sweet pressure, but then stopped. What if it was she who...?

  He edged away from her, hating himself. Suspicion was a poison that would kill them all. She looked up at him, confused.

  He pulled his cloak tighter around him and rode alone.

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