Shadow of a Dark Queen

by Raymond E. Feist

  Maybe you ought to keep with it when the real fight-

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  ing starts. You can bludgeon with it better than most men can cut.”

  Erik half smiled and shook his head. “Maybe I’ll find one of those big dwarven war hammers and smash rocks, too.”

  “Mount!” came the order from Foster, and with accompanying groans the men complied.

  Moving into position, Erik and Roo fell in with Sho Pi, Biggo, Luis, and Billy. The company waited.

  Then came the order to ride. There was at least another hour of daylight before they’d be ordered to make camp, and that would entail another two hours of work. Erik glanced at the sun, an angry red globe lowering in the west, and said, “It’s too damn hot for this time of year.”

  From behind him, Calis said, “The seasons are reversed here, Erik. It’s winter in the Kingdom, but it’s early summer here. The days are getting longer and hotter.”

  “Wonderful,” said Erik, too tired to wonder how the Captain had come to be riding next to him.

  “When we spar with the clansmen,” said Calis, with a faint smile, “try to be a little more subdued with them. Pataki’s a nephew of Regin, the Lion Clan chieftain. If you’d broken his head, it would have strained things a bit.”

  “I’ll try to remember, Captain,” said Erik without humor.

  Calis set heels to his horse and moved toward the head of the line. Roo said, “Was he joking?”

  “Who cares?” said Billy Goodwin. “It’s too hot, and I’m too tired to worry about it.”

  Biggo, who rode next to Billy, said, “That’s strange.”

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  “What?” asked Roo.

  “The sun’s so red, but it’s another hour or more to sunset.”

  Looking toward the west, they nodded. “What could be causing it?” asked Luis, from his place behind Biggo.

  “Smoke,” answered a clansman who was riding past. “Word came last night that Khaipur was falling.

  That must be it burning.”

  Roo said, “But that’s hundreds of miles from here! At least, that’s what the Captain said!”

  Sho Pi spoke softly. “Very big fire” was all he said.

  The training wore on, and Erik and the others no longer had to think about what to do; they just did it.

  Even the routine of building fortifications every night became commonplace; Erik ceased being astonished at how much work the seventy-five men could accomplish.

  Once the routine was established, Calis and de Loungville would disrupt it, seeking to keep the men constantly alert. As the days wore on, Erik thought it unnecessary.

  Riders came and went as messages were carried from various agents Calis had established over the years. Rather than take years to establish its control over the surrounding countryside, the host of the Emerald Queen was driving on the city of Lanada.

  Riding in the second company, Erik heard Calis speaking to Hatonis and one of the riders who had just brought that news. “It was seven years between the fall of Sulth and the assault on Hamsa.”

  Hatonis said, “But the invaders had to fight through the Forest of Irabek.”

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  “Three years between Hamsa and Kilbar, then a year between Kilbar and Khaipur.”

  Calis nodded. “As they control more of the continent, they seem more intent on accelerating their advance.”

  De Loungville speculated, “Maybe the army’s getting too big to control and its generals have to keep it busy with conquest.”

  Calis shrugged. “We need to change our line of march.” To the rider he said, “Rest with us tonight and tomorrow return north. Carry word to the Jeshandi we will not be coming their way. We are going to leave the Serpent River and turn straight west. Pass the word to those who seek us that we are going to attempt to intercept the invaders between Khaipur and Lanada. Look for us at the Mercenaries’

  Rendezvous.”

  Erik and the others turned to look across the Serpent River, where in the distance they saw a vast valley of forests and meadows, and beyond that a small range of mountains. They would have to cross the river, ride through that and, once across the mountains, down into the river lands of the Vedra.

  De Loungville said, “Do we turn around for the crossing point at Brek’s?”

  Calis said, “No, it would lose us too much time.

  Send scouts ahead and find us a place to cross.”

  De Loungville ordered riders forward, and two days later they reported a broadening of the river where the current was slow enough that rafting might be possible. Calis reached that point and agreed it was worth the try. He ordered the men to cut what little growth there was along the river to make a set of small rafts. A dozen men, including 52887_Shadow of a Dark.qxd 9/3/02 3:49 PM Page 354

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  Erik and Biggo, made the treacherous crossing, poling their way from one side to the other, carrying lines that would be used to get the others across. On the far bank, the dozen men cut enough trees of a size to lash together logs into four rafts, each large enough to hold four horses. The horses for the most part cooperated, though one raft was lost on the second-to-the-last trip as a line parted and the logs broke apart. The horses and men jumped into the water as the raft disintegrated, and all the men were pulled out downstream, but only one horse made it to the shore.

  There were sufficient remounts so that the losing of three horses was not a serious deprivation, but the thought of the animals drowning bothered Erik. He found that disturbing, for the specter of battle and men dying held no pain for him, but the idea of a horse, terrified as it was being swept downriver, made him very sad.

  The valley swept from the fork in the river to the west, ending in a series of rising meadows, until at last they would have to crest the ridge of mountains.

  On the tenth day of the march, a scout returned to tell Calis of a party of hunters he had encountered ahead.

  Erik, Roo, and four other men were sent ahead with Foster to negotiate with the hunters. Erik was grateful for anything that broke the monotony of the march.

  Every day had been toil without respite. As much as he enjoyed horses and working with them, Erik had never been a great rider. He found twelve hours in the saddle, interrupted only by walking beside the horses to rest them, making and breaking camp, mock combats, and a steady diet of dried rations more drudgery than even his worst days at the forge.

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  The countryside was sloping hills, all moving quickly up into peaks and crests. The mountains of this region topped out at a lower elevation than the biggest Erik was used to at home, but there were far more of them here. The three major peaks of Darkmoor were surrounded by many hills, but otherwise few true mountains. Mostly they were high plateaus and sloping hillsides. But here, while modest in altitude, the mountains were plentiful and steep, with quickly rising buttes and prominences, dead-end valleys and box canyons, hard granite cut by streams and rivers. Trees grew in abundance and none of the surrounding peaks rose high enough above the timberline to give them a clear point of reference as they traveled through the dense woods.

  Erik suspected this range of mountains might prove a hazard as well as an inconvenience.

  The hunters were waiting at the agreed-upon location. Erik reined in as Foster dismounted, removed his sword belt, and approached with his hands open. Erik studied the hunters.

  They were hill people, dressed in fur-covered vests and long woolen trousers. Erik suspected there were herds of sheep or goats secreted away in the local meadows. Each man carried an efficient-loo
king bow, not quite as impressive as the Kingdom longbow, but clearly powerful enough to kill a man or bear as well as a deer.

  The leader was a grey-bearded man who stepped forward to speak with Foster, while the other three stood motionless. Erik glanced around and saw no sign of any horses; these men hunted on foot. Given the terrain, Erik judged that more sensible than trying to convince a horse to act like a donkey or goat.

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  If the hunters’ village was any higher up the slopes, horses would be less than an inconvenience; they’d be a danger.

  Two of the other men bore a strong resemblance to the leader, while the third appeared like him in manner only. Erik guessed they were a family, with the odd man perhaps being married to a daughter.

  Foster nodded, reached into his tunic, and pulled out a heavy purse. He counted out some gold pieces and returned to where Roo held his mount. “You men wait here.” With a motion of his head he made it clear that they were to keep the hunters from running off with the gold he just gave them. “I’ll bring up the rest of the company. These fellows have a way over the mountains that’s safe for the horses.”

  Erik glanced at the steep rise of the landscape before him and nodded. “I hope so.”

  While they waited, the hunters talked among themselves. The one who didn’t resemble the other three listened as the leader spoke, then without comment he turned and began to trot toward the tree line.

  One of the soldiers, a man named Greely, shouted, “Where does he think he’s going?” The hunter stopped. Greely’s command of the local language, learned on ship and while traveling, was better than Erik’s, but his accent obviously struck the hillmen as odd enough that they looked puzzled by the question.

  The leader looked at him. “Do you, think treachery?”

  Seeing that all four hunters were ready to unsling bows and start firing if the wrong answer was forthcoming, Erik glanced at Roo; suddenly Roo said,

  “He’s sending his son-in-law home to tell his wife and daughter that he and his sons won’t be home for supper tonight. Am I right?”

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  The lead hunter nodded, once, and waited. Greely said, “Well . . . I guess that’s all right.”

  The leader made a curt gesture and the fourth hunter began trotting off again. Then the leader of the hunters said, “And tomorrow, too. It’s a harsh two days over the ridge, with no easy time going down the day after, but once on the trail you’ll have that well enough without my help.” He leaned upon his bow once more.

  About fifteen minutes of silence followed, then the sound of horses approaching from the rear heralded Calis and his company’s approach. Calis rode at the head of the company and when he pulled up he spoke rapidly to the hunter. The exchange was so quick and heavily accented that Erik couldn’t follow most of it.

  But in the end Calis seemed satisfied and turned to the others, who were still riding up behind. “This is Kirzon and his sons. They know a trail over the ridge and down into the Vedra River valley. It’s narrow and difficult.”

  For two hours they followed the hunters along a narrow trail, winding up into the hills. The way was dangerous enough that they took it at a slow pace, since any mistake could cause an injury to horse and rider. After reaching a small meadow, the hunter turned to confer with Calis. Calis nodded, then said,

  “We’ll camp now and leave at first light.”

  Suddenly de Loungville and Foster were shouting orders and Erik and Roo were snapping to without thought. Getting the horses in picket, unsaddled and placed so they could crop the long grass, proved more time-consuming than if they had simply been staked out in a line and had fodder carried to them.

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  By the time Erik and the others in charge of the horses were finished, the rest of the company had already dug most of the moat, throwing up dirt on four sides in a breastwork. Erik grabbed a shovel and jumped down next to the others. Quickly the defense was made ready. The drop gate was assembled, interlocking planks of wood carried on a baggage animal that, when run out, served as a broad bridge over the trench. Then Erik climbed out as others were doing, on the short side of the trench, walked to the gate and crossed over, and began tamping the earth of the breastwork. Roo came over with a set of iron-tipped wooden stakes, which he inserted at a set distance along the top of the breastwork. Then they hurried to join with the rest of the men and erect their six-man tent, fashioned with interwoven pieces of fabric, one section carried by each man. They placed their bedrolls inside and returned to the commissary area, where soup was being boiled.

  On the march they ate dried bread and fruits, with vegetable soups whenever possible. At first Erik and some others grumbled over the lack of meat in the diet, but he now found he agreed with the older soldiers that heavy food weighed them down in the field. He knew that while the thought of a steaming roast or a joint of mutton, or his mother’s meat pies, could make his mouth water, he hadn’t felt stronger in his life.

  Wooden bowls were handed out, and each man came away with a steaming helping of stewed vegetables, with just enough beef suet and flour to give it some texture. Sitting near the campfire, Roo said,

  “I’d love some hot bread to soak this up with.”

  Foster, who was walking by, said, “People in the lower hells would love a cool drink of water, me lad.

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  Enjoy what you have. Tomorrow we’re on trail rations.”

  The men groaned. The dried fruit and hardtack was nourishing but almost tasteless, and a man could seemingly chew for hours without making the mess any easier to swallow. What Erik found himself missing most was wine. Growing up in Darkmoor, he had taken wine for granted. The quality of the wine made in the region was near-legendary, and this made even the cheapest “plonk” drunk at meals by the commoners a cut above the usual. Until he reached Krondor, he had no idea that wine that was too inexpensive to justify transport would have earned a fair return in the taverns and kitchens of the Prince’s City.

  He remarked on this to Roo, who said, “That might be just the ticket for an enterprising lad such as myself.” He grinned and Erik laughed.

  Biggo, who was sitting on the other side of the fire, said, “What? You going to truck bottles of the stuff into Krondor and lose money?”

  Roo narrowed his gaze. “After my father-in-law, Helmut Grindle, advances me enough gold to work with, I have a plan that will put good wine on every table in the Western Realm.”

  Erik laughed. “You haven’t even met the girl! She may be married with a brace of children by the time you return!”

  Jerome Handy snorted. “If you return.”

  They fell silent.

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  mountains and had picked a half-dozen of the better riders to ride herd. One surprise had been Nakor volunteering. Most men would find riding behind the herd—“drag,” as the position was called—choking on their dust, poor duty, but the chronically curious Isalani found the entire process fascinating. And it turned out, to Erik’s relief, that the man was a competent enough horseman.

  Twice, horses had been content to walk down a bluff that would have taken them to a place where they would either have to back up—one of the least-favored choices of most horses—or learn to fly, which Erik judged even less likely. “Whoa!” he shouted at one particularly troublesome horse who was determined to walk off the mountain. He shied a rock at he
r, which bounced off her right shoulder, turning her in the direction he wanted. “Stupid bitch!” he shouted. “Trying to turn yourself into crow bait?”

  Nakor rode closer to the edge than any sane man was like to do and seemed ready to somehow will his horse into flight so he could interpose himself between a horse bolting the wrong way and thin air.

  Whenever Erik mentioned he might come in a bit, the little man just grinned and told him everything was fine. “She’s in season. Mares get very stupid when in heat,” he observed.

  “She’s not overly bright even when she’s not ready to breed. At least we have no stallions along.

  That would make life interesting.”

  “I had a stallion once,” said Nakor. “A great black horse given me by the Empress of Great Kesh.”

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  was reluctant to call him a liar. So much of what he said was highly improbable, but he never said he could do anything he couldn’t back up, so the men had come to take most of what he claimed at face value.

  “The horse died,” Nakor said. “Good horse. Sorry to see him go. Ate some bad grass; got colic.”

  A shout from ahead warned Erik the herd was bunching up, and he sent Billy Goodwin forward to help keep the horses moving through a narrow defile that cut across the ridge of the mountains. Once through that, they would be heading downward into the valley of the Vedra River.

  Erik shouted for Billy to come back to the rear and ride drag while he urged his own horse on, to the head of the thirty horses that served as the company’s remounts. A balky gelding was trying to turn around, and Erik used his own horse to push the recalcitrant animal into the gap, and then the horses were moving in orderly fashion. Erik pulled up and waited for the rest of the animals to pass, then joined again with Billy and Nakor in back.

  “Downhill from here,” said Billy.