Fall of Angels (The Saga of Recluce #6)(21)

"Of the three score who rode out with Lord Nessil, you are all who survived?"

"Beggin' your pardon, ser, but we aren't. Maybe a dozen rode down the trade road to Gallos. Welbet led 'em. He said that you'd never let anyone live who came back with your father left dead."

"That's the way it should be .. ."

Sillek ignores the whispered comment from his mother, but the troopers shift their weight.

"Why did you come back?" he finally asks.

"My consort just had our son, and I was hopin'..." Jegel shrugs.

"Did you ride away from my father in battle?"

"No, ser." Jegel's brown eyes meet those of Sillek. "I charged with him." His eyes drop to his injured arm. "Got burned with one of those thunder-throwers, but I followed him until there weren't no one to follow. Then I turned Dusty back."

"Dusty?"

"My mount. I ran into the wizard at the bottom of the big ridge-him and most of the rest. Most went with Welbet. The rest of us came back with the wizard."

"What did you think of the strangers?"

Jegel shivers. "Didn't like their thunder-throwers. One woman-she was the one with the blades-she threw a blade, and it went right through Lord Nessil's armor, like a hot knife through soft cheese. Then she took his horse, and slaughtered three, four of the troopers with both the blade and the thunder-thrower, almost as quick as she looked at 'em."

"Were they all women?"

"Mostly, ser. Except the one I got. He had a thunder-thrower, but it did him no good against my blade."

Sillek's eyes turn to the second trooper.

"I be Kurpat, Lord Sillek. I couldn't be adding much."

"Did you leave my father?"

"No, ser."

Sillek continues the questioning without finding out much more until he comes to Hissl.

"And, Ser Wizard, what can you add?"

"About the fighting, Lord Sillek, I can add little, except the thunder-throwers throw tiny firebolts, much like a wizard's fire, but not so powerful."

"If they were not so powerful, why are so many troopers dead?"

Hissl bows his head. "Because all of the strangers had the thunder-throwers, and because the thunder-throwers are faster than a wizard. If your father had twoscore wizards as powerful as Master Wizard Terek, there would be no strangers."

"Pray tell me where I would find twoscore wizards like that?"

"You would not, ser, not in all Candar."

"Then stop making such statements," snaps Sillek. "Don't tell me that twoscore wizards will stop the strangers when no one could muster so many wizards. Besides, you'd all be as like to fight among each other as fight the strangers."

"Pray answer a widow's question, Ser Hissl," requests Ellindyja from the stool on the dais. "How was it that you counseled my consort to attack the strangers?"

Hissl bows deeply. "I am not a warrior, Lady. So I could not counsel the lord Nessil in such fashion. I did counsel him that the strangers might be more formidable than they appeared."

"But you did not urge him to desist?"

Hissl bows again. "I am neither the chief mage of Lornth"-his head inclines toward Terek-"nor the commander of his troops. I have expressed concerns from the beginning, but the chief wizard advised me that, since I could not prove that the strangers presented a danger, we should defer to the wishes of Lord Nessil, as do all good liegemen."

"You, Chief Wizard," Ellindyja continues, "did you counsel Lord Nessil to attack the strangers?"

"No, my lady. I did inform him of their presence, and I told him that they were appeared likely to stay."

"And that some were exotic women, I am sure."

Hissl's lips twitch.

Sweat beads on Terek's forehead before he answers. "I did inform him that several, men and women, had strange silver or red hair. I also told him that they had arrived from the heavens in iron tents and that he should proceed with care."

"You, Ser Hissl, did you bid him proceed with caution?"

"Yes."

"Then why did he attack them?"

"My lady," responds the balding wizard, "we rode up in peace, but the leader of the strangers refused to acknowledge Lord Nessil, even when he drew his mighty blade."

"I see. I thank you, Ser Wizard." Ellindyja's voice is chill.

Hissl offers a head bow to her.

"Go... all of you." Sillek's face remains blank as the five troopers and the wizards walk quietly toward the door.





XIV



NYLAN ADJUSTED THE single pair of battered goggles and then lifted the powerhead of the laser in his gauntleted hands. The wind blew through his hair, and the puffy clouds scudded quickly across the sky, casting quick-moving shadows across the narrow canyon where the engineer stood. The chilly summer wind carried not only the scent of evergreens, but of flowers, although Nylan could not identify the fragrance. The starflowers had all wilted or dried up, but lower yellow sunflowerlike blooms appeared in places, and long stalks that bore single blood-red blooms jutted from crevices in the rocks at the western edge of the meadow-and from between the rocks in the cairns.

Fifty steps down the dry gorge stood a horse harnessed to a makeshift sledge. Two marines-Berlis and Weindre- waited by the horse for the cut stones that Nylan hoped he could deliver. He also hoped the laser lasted long enough for him to cut a lot of stones.