Artesans of Albia

by Cas Peace

  Leaving the remainder of her men to their rest, Sullyan called Robin and Ky-shan to her, mounted Drum, and followed Xeer back the way he had come. They concealed the horses where he indicated and moved cautiously through the trees to where Marik and the other scouts lay. They were watching a clearing where a large number of Rykan’s men were settling in for the night. Sullyan crept close to the Count and touched his arm. He glanced at her and she could just make out his eager expression in the deepening gloom. He gave a nod of his head, indicating the main body of troops, and Sullyan studied them. There were around a hundred men bunched together in the middle of the campsite, the rest of the force ranged in a ring around them. Most of those in the center sat hunched on the ground, morose and dispirited. Only a few were talking among themselves.

  There was no doubt that the men in the center were being watched, guarded even, by those on the outside. A predatory smile appeared on Sullyan’s lips.

  “Now here is an unexpected opportunity!”

  Marik grinned back, and they withdrew to a safe distance. When they had gone far enough not to be overheard, Sullyan turned to her Captain. “What do you think, Robin?”

  “We can’t miss a chance like this, Major. It’ll need a good plan, though.”

  Ky-shan frowned and Sullyan explained. “The men in the center of the camp are Count Marik’s retainers, members of his court who were conscripted into Rykan’s forces when the Duke took me captive.”

  The pirate’s face cleared and he chuckled. “Ah-ha! And you want to liberate them?”

  Sullyan nodded.

  “Shall we sneak up on them at dawn, before they’re fully awake?”

  “Dawn?” she echoed, looking hungrily over her shoulder toward the enemy camp. “No, Ky-shan, I will not wait that long. We will attack them tonight.”

  He snorted. “Tonight? You can’t attack in darkness!”

  She gave him a challenging stare. “When will they least expect an attack? When will they be least capable of responding? When can we maximize our greatest weapon of surprise? No, my friend, it has to be tonight. There are too many of them to risk it in daylight.” She turned to Robin. “Do you think you could get in there?”

  “To warn them, you mean? Yes, I think so, if I can slip past the sentries.”

  “Leave that to me. No, Ty,” she added, forestalling Marik’s protest, “Rykan’s troops might recognize you, and they know you are not with your men. Do not forget the price the Duke has set on your head.”

  Marik clearly had forgotten it. Ky-shan, who hadn’t heard about it, regarded the Count with renewed interest.

  Sullyan laid a hand on Marik’s arm. “Robin will go in and alert your men. Who will be leading them?”

  Marik shrugged. “Nazir, if he’s still alive.”

  “Very well, gentlemen, let us return to the men. Once it is dark, we will approach Rykan’s camp and surround it. On my signal, we will rush them from all sides. With your men fighting from within, Ty, the resulting confusion should enable them to escape Rykan’s troops. You will regain your men, which should earn you the Hierarch’s favor.” She eyed him slyly. “It will also put you in a good light with the Princess.”

  Marik colored to the hairline.

  Once more, Sullyan and Robin edged closer to the camp. Robin pulled up the hood of his cloak and wrapped its folds tightly around him. Then he nodded at Sullyan.

  “Wait for my diversion, Robin, and then move as swiftly as you can. We will stay close by until we know you are safe.”

  She moved away from him, watching as he wormed his way toward the nearest guards. There were six of them, standing close beside their campfire. Sullyan touched his mind, warning him to be ready. Suddenly, a stray flutter of breeze blew sparks from the fire onto the thick wool of two of the sentries’ cloaks. In no time the men were ablaze, and their fellow sentries had to swiftly pull them down, rolling them on the ground to put out the fire.

  Go, Robin!

  Unseen, Robin flitted past the frantic guards and melted into the main body of troops. Once she was sure he was safe, Sullyan asked Xeer and the other scouts to keep an eye on Rykan’s men. Then she led Marik and Ky-shan back to camp. Swiftly, she split the band into groups with Ky-shan commanding one section, Marik another, Kester and Almid the third, and she the fourth. Like Ky-shan, the pirates were a little dubious about attacking at night, but they all liked Marik, considering him an outcast like themselves, and were keen to help him. They soon had their horses saddled and mounted, waiting on Sullyan’s command.

  As she led them forward at the head of her section, her sword in her left hand, she caught the sound of muttering. It was Jay’el, whispering to Ki-en and two other men behind him. She flashed him a look and he fell silent, his expression morose. Irritation rose and she forced it down. She needed her whole attention on this night’s work.

  It didn’t take them long to reach their positions. Sullyan had left Robin’s horse with the scouts’ mounts, and now she checked that he was free to move. The big chestnut was trained to come at Robin’s whistle and would fight to reach his master’s side at need. When all were ready, the men fanned out, following Sullyan’s directions. Despite her earlier confidence, she was uneasy about Robin and didn’t want to leave him vulnerable for a moment longer than necessary.

  She was vaguely aware of Jay’el, still murmuring rebelliously beside her. She didn’t know whether he was irritated by the delay or scornful of this risky night raid. Whichever it was, she would have to deal with his insubordination once this attack was over. She ignored him and reached for Robin’s mind. Sensing his eager response, she smiled.

  Mindful of Rykan somewhere in these woods, Sullyan felt deep within for the pattern of her psyche. Controlling her metaforce tightly, she isolated the element of Fire. Tendrils of power uncurled, snaking through the substrate, reaching out and blending with the many watch fires around the camp perimeter. A slight pulse of metaforce made them flare brightly. Her own men, ready for the move, were shielding their eyes, but the sentries were caught by surprise. As a man they turned to the flames in alarm, instantly compromising their night vision.

  “Go!”

  Marik’s men, briefed and encouraged by Robin, immediately rose up to attack the sentries from behind. Simultaneously, all four of Sullyan’s units charged the camp, throwing the area into confusion. Despite their surprise and the ferocity of the attack, Rykan’s men gave no ground. The clashing of steel and the neighing of horses shattered the peace of the dark woods. Marik’s men, freed at last from the restraints of Rykan’s grip and finding their own lord in their midst, fought hard for liberty. Men fell on both sides.

  Sullyan yelled encouragement and plunged deep into the fray. Drum kicked and bit, trampling men under his hooves. Sullyan’s sword flashed, maiming and killing. The pirates fought hard around her, harrying Rykan’s men, leaving room for Marik’s to escape.

  Eventually the Count’s men won clear and ran for the trees. The pirates steered their horses close so the fleeing men could grab their stirrups. This way, each horse could carry three men. The remnants of Rykan’s band were in disarray and showed no signs of wanting to follow, so Sullyan ordered the few pirates still fighting to disengage. She sent Drum galloping round the fleeing group, checking on the men. She had seen a few of them fall, but most had survived. Two of those absent made her heart clench in fear.

  She urged Drum closer to Ky-shan. “Where is your son?”

  The pirate scowled and twisted in his saddle. “Jay’el!” His furious roar received no response.

  Sullyan counted heads. “Ki-en is not here either. Nor are Is-kel and Sh’iye.”

  Ky-shan swore and wrenched his mount to a skidding stop. One of his men came up to him, yelling, “I saw the young idiot go off with the other three. There was a small pocket of men still fighting. I think he wanted to finish them off.”

  Cursing, Sullyan spun Drum on his haunches, sending him plunging back the way they had come. Robin flanked her. Ky-sha
n roared at his men and dashed off in the same direction.

  Soon, the ringing of sword blades and the yelling of men guided them back to the clearing. In the dimness of the deserted watch fires, Sullyan spotted Jay’el, Ki-en, and the other two pirates surrounded by a group of Rykan’s men. All four were now on foot and fighting back to back. One of the older pirates was bleeding heavily. Without a thought, Sullyan sent Drum charging into the massed warriors, barging through them and sending them running. Her sword flashed out with deadly accuracy. Robin followed her, Ky-shan and his men still some way behind.

  As she fought her way toward the four, the wounded pirate, Is-kel, went down. Sh’iye tried to defend him, but one of Rykan’s men thrust with his sword, opening a deep gash down the pirate’s thigh. Blood spurted and Sh’iye screamed. He wouldn’t last long with such a serious injury. Jay’el and his young friend were now in deadly peril. Sullyan yelled at Robin, and pushing herself to the limit, fought her way through to the two lads.

  As Drum surged up on Jay’el’s left, Sullyan kicked her right foot free of the stirrup. Fending off his attackers with deadly blows, she caught the frightened young seaman’s attention. “Jay’el! Hold the leather!”

  Jay’el looped his left arm around the stirrup leather and held on desperately as Sullyan urged the battling stallion out of the mêlée. Robin was already doing the same for Ki-en, who was bleeding and stumbling due to a badly wounded leg.

  Seeing them burdened, Rykan’s men closed in for the kill. Hampered by the weight of the boy on his right, Drum couldn’t lunge and slash effectively with his hooves. Sullyan’s sword arm was tiring as she beat off attackers from her left, Jay’el hacking desperately on her right.

  Then Ky-shan and his men crashed into the enemy flank and took a little pressure off. Sullyan heard yelling. Someone was rallying Rykan’s men, driving them on, and she and Jay’el found themselves facing an impenetrable wall of warriors. A crossbow thumped and Sullyan felt a wave of agony as a bolt sliced through the muscle of her right arm. She moaned in pain and dropped the reins, her right hand suddenly nerveless. Kicking Drum, she yelled at Jay’el.

  “Hold on!”

  The powerful stallion plunged forward. Sullyan cut and slashed as Drum squealed, barreling through the wall of men. She heard Robin yell somewhere off to her right and hoped he was winning free. A large body of warriors surged toward her and she groaned. She couldn’t hold out much longer. She nearly sagged with relief when she saw they were Marik’s troops. Suddenly she was free of attackers and running for the trees. Jay’el, still desperately gripping the stirrup leather, was carried bodily forward by the racing stallion. Sullyan risked a little power to stem the blood flow from her wound and numb the pain, and then she grabbed the boy by the back of his jacket, hauling him up to sit behind her. Terrified and exhausted, he clung to her waist with both arms. She looked dizzily round for Robin, but it was Marik who came up behind her.

  “Go on,” he yelled, “we’ll finish them!”

  She rode hard and fast for the camp, trusting Marik to rout any pursuit. As she rode, she looked anxiously about, but although she saw many of the pirates, there was no sign of Robin. When she reached the campsite, she slowed Drum to a walk. Ignoring the trembling boy behind her and her own throbbing arm, she rode about the men, searching frantically for Robin. He wasn’t there.

  He rode in a few minutes later, escorted by Almid and Kester, who were trying to keep him on his horse. Ki-en lay like a dead weight across Torka’s withers and as the horse slowed and halted, one of the pirates came forward to take the unconscious boy. Relieved of his duty, Robin slowly slid from his stallion’s back and collapsed in a heap on the ground.

  “Robin!”

  Sullyan leaped from Drum and ran over. She kneeled beside Robin, hastily examining him for injuries. His chest heaved raggedly, his face was grey and lined. Someone brought a brand from the fire, and its light revealed the red and spreading stain on Robin’s side. As Sullyan touched it, he briefly opened his eyes, gazing into her agonized face. “Sorry,” he breathed, and fainted.

  She yelled for help and tore open his jacket and shirt. When she saw the nasty sword slash in the flesh of his side she gave a hiss of shock. Heedless of the dangers of using her metaforce yet again so close to Rykan’s position, she placed her trembling hands against the tear, using her power and slowly willing the blood to stop. Almid and Kester remained beside her and others crowded round to see what was amiss. Ky-shan rode in and she heard him curse and shove someone roughly out of the way as he came to kneel by her side.

  “What can I do, Lady?”

  “Fetch brine rum and water. Quickly, Ky-shan!”

  He ran. When he returned, she used the strong liquor to cleanse the deep gash in Robin’s side, examining it minutely for signs of dirt. Then she rinsed it. Finally satisfied it was fully clean, she laid her hands on it again to begin healing. A movement beside her caught her attention as Jay’el, trembling and frightened, pushed past the twins to kneel on the bloody ground.

  She heard his gasp of fear. “Will he be alright, Lady?”

  His face was pale and his eyes flicked from her to Robin, unable to hold her gaze. She rounded on him, her anger blazing brighter than the watch fires earlier that evening.

  “If he is, it will be no thanks to you, you thoughtless little fool!” Her snarl was savage and Jay’el reacted as if slapped. “What were you thinking? You have brought about the deaths of at least two good men tonight, both of whom were worth twenty of you. You have caused grave injury to my Captain, and if he suffers a fever—or worse—I will personally see you pay dearly. You put the entire company in jeopardy and compromised your father’s promise to me. You have been surly and intractable from the start, and I have had enough of your adolescent behavior. You think you are a warrior? You are a child and a liability, and I will not tolerate it!

  “Now I have extra work to do tonight before I can rest. Your friend Ki-en is gravely wounded, and if he dies of it, I hope you will remember who is to blame. Get out of my sight before I am tempted to remove you permanently. You have no place in the company of men!”

  Jay’el lurched to his feet, tears of shame running down his cheeks. He tried to appeal to his father, but Ky-shan shoved him roughly away before stooping to pour brine rum over the awful gash in Ki-en’s upper thigh. The young lad was out cold from a blow to the head and had lost a lot of blood.

  Sullyan turned back to Robin, striving to calm her mind enough to work more healing on him. Just then, Marik and his freed retainers arrived, euphoric from their liberation and the slaughter of Rykan’s troops. They congratulated their lord, speculating how much the price on his head might have risen because of their night’s work. Sullyan barely heard them, intent on Robin’s wound.

  Someone kneeled down beside her, his arm brushing her right shoulder. She gave a yelp of pain and turned to see Marik, the pleased smile fading from his face when he noticed the blood saturating her sleeve.

  “Sullyan, that needs attention. Robin will be well for the moment. Let Almid and Kester care for him. You need help too.”

  She wanted to protest, but lacked the strength. Instead, she allowed Marik to lead her over to their fire where he stripped off her jacket and shirt in order to examine her wound. Fortunately, the crossbow bolt had not embedded, but it had torn a nasty hole in the muscle. Damping the pain, she allowed the Count to use brine rum to clean the tear and bandage it. By the time he was done, Almid was carrying Robin, still unconscious, over to the fire. The giant laid the Captain down and Sullyan saw that his side had been bandaged. His color was a little better, but she would be happier when he woke. Gently, she touched his mind, but he was deeply unconscious.

  After shrugging a spare shirt carefully over the chemise she wore as an undergarment, Sullyan accepted her heavy cloak from Marik. She huddled into it. Blood loss and the shock of her wound, coupled with fear for Robin, was making her shiver. She rose and crossed to where Ky-shan was still tending K
i-en. The young lad’s face was bloodless and he lay very still. The pirate took one look at Sullyan and tried to persuade her to go and rest, but she expended a little power on Ki-en first, trying to stabilize him so he could survive the night. Then she left him in the twins’ charge. They laid him beside Robin so they could watch over both of them during what remained of the night.

  She did her rounds, Ky-shan protesting all the way, but she had to satisfy herself of the men’s condition. Apart from the two who had died trying to defend Jay’el and Ki-en, they had lost five other good men. There were many injuries, but none as serious as Ki-en’s. Sullyan advised, congratulated, and commiserated with the band, noting the looks of gratitude and respect they accorded her. That last act of selflessness—putting her own life and her Captain’s at risk in order to rescue two of her men—had won the pirates over.

  Finally, she made her way to Marik’s campfire. The Count was very worried by her pallor and sent her summarily back to her rest, saying that he and his men were well and they would speak in the morning. Dizzy and weary, leaning on Ky-shan, she complied.

  Once back at her own fire, she checked that Robin and Ki-en were comfortable and warm. Drum had been curried and fed, a blanket tossed over his back. Her fire had been stoked and radiated a welcome heat. Ky-shan helped her sit and Almid pressed a mug of fellan into her numb hands. When she sipped it and tasted the rum, he prevented her from refusing it. Both twins sat watching her intently while she took every drop. Ky-shan organized the watches, and with no other duties to keep her, she rolled carefully into warmed blankets and quickly fell asleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  The first thing Sullyan did when she woke in the freezing dawn was reach for Robin’s mind. There was a weak but cheerful response. Rising stiffly, she went to kneel beside him. She examined his wound, relief flooding her when she found it clean and free of infection. His face was pale, but his eyes were clear, and he smiled at her concern.