Ever the Brave (A Clash of Kingdoms Novel)(94)

I rush to them. Grabbing a blanket to cover my hands, I smack the flames away. But the blanket lights on fire. My palms pulse with pain.

“Stop, stop.” Britta rips it off me.

The smoke is thicker now. It takes a beat before I realize a charcoal plume is crawling along the ceiling, coming from another room. The door of that room bursts open, and two women I briefly met—Yasmin and Torima—run out.

“Men are shooting arrows from the back woods!” Torima yells in warning. She halts, her angry gaze seeking out Seeva. Torima drops her face into her elbow, her blond hair pooling over her arm as she coughs against the smoke.

Seeva pushes the woman toward the main room while Yasmin follows behind, appearing more focused than the rest of the group.

I hold my burned hands close to my body, cursing myself. In the main room, chaos from fiery arrows has erupted. Jamis’s shooters land two more arrows inside. But based on the flames I can see outside the window, our bigger problem is that we’re all going to be burned alive. Smoke and flame dance through the thatching.

“Seeva. Need help here.” The drawn wrinkles in Lirra’s brow shine with sweat. At first I think it’s because of the intense heat, but then I notice the unusual wind moving through the house. When Lirra was introduced to me earlier, someone called her an air Channeler. I think she’s trying to blow out the flames, but it’s only making the fire worse.

I yell at her to suck the air out of the room, but she shakes her head and gestures to the open door and the window.

“Too much coming in,” she says.

I point out the new batch of the crawling flames to Seeva. “Can you do something?”

“I already am,” the woman snaps. Beads of moisture break out on her brow.

Smoke thickens the air and burns my eyes. I notice Seeva’s extended hands shaking. One at a time, the arrows extinguish, but the amount of smoke in the room makes it impossible to breathe.

We have to get out. Which has to be exactly what Jamis wants, and yet we’ll die in here. I yell for everyone to evacuate and to take cover as they go. Other than the archers, we don’t know what else is out there.

Leif and Britta exit first. Bows drawn and ready, they provide cover as the rest of us pour unceremoniously out behind them. Little fires rage all along the walls, leading from the home to the barn and stable. Before Lirra can make it to where I am tucked beside the stable’s opening, an arrow lands at her feet. She yelps and jumps back.

Across the way, protected by a pine tree, Britta leans out from the trunk and returns shots. She continues loosing arrows one after another by holding a cluster in her release hand. As soon as one is gone, she has another one loaded. Jamis may have started with six archers and six men on the field, but Britta’s arrows hit two. Leif knocks out a third.

“Take cover by the stable,” Omar yells.

“Two left,” Leif calls over his shoulder. He remains at the corner of the stable so he can pop his head out and shoot when necessary. We’re safe here, for the moment, but the roof of the stable is thatched. If they light more arrows, it’ll only take one well-placed fiery tip to burn the roof down.

“One left,” Britta says. “And my quiver is empty.”

“Got him!” Leif’s cry sends a sigh of relief over the entire group. Against their arrows we were nothing but prey for the taking. Now they must come after us, fight on an even field.

“With half his men gone, he’ll retreat. I know the man. We’ll be able to get everyone out of here safely.” Omar coughs and leans against the fence.

“Run from the fight?” Cohen stares at Omar.

“Look around, Cohen. We’re in poor condition. What Leif and Britta have done is given us time. We would be fools not to take it.”

Would we? I disagree with Omar. Jamis cannot be a threat if he isn’t alive. “We should end this now. Jamis cannot make it back to Castle Neart.” If we succeed, we can take Brentyn back without a pitched battle, without paying for it with the blood of hundreds of lives.

Cohen agrees.

Omar dips his chin in a terse nod. “All right. We’ll split up and flank them, half of us going around one side of the stable and the other half going to the opposite side.”

“Will you join us?” I ask the women.

“This is your battle.” Yasmin, the shorter women, speaks for the group. Seeva and Torima glance at her, surprise writ across their faces.

Katallia spins around, her wild red curls flashing against the background of snowy trees. “This may be their fight, but I’ll not let my niece die here today.”

“I give you my word now,” I cut in, speaking quickly while keeping one eye on our attackers. “I will keep the same oath the other men have agreed to. Help us stop Jamis and I’ll see the Purge Proclamation overthrown.”

Despite what I’ve promised, Yasmin crosses her arms and stands her ground. “And what good is the king’s promise if we end up dead on this field? I say we leave. The Guild sticks together.”

“Lirra?” Katallia steps out of the shadow of the stable.

Lirra shakes her head. “I stay and fight with my friends.”

Katallia gives one decisive nod. “I stay too.”

“This is madness.” Yasmin clenches her fists over her chest, pleading with the other women. She edges closer to the stable’s doors. “If you stay here, you’re risking your lives. Jamis is the champion of the Channelers. He wants to elevate us. How can you trust this man’s word? He could be speaking lies out of desperation.”