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‘The bastard Koryk knocked down is about to be surprised, Fid.’
Fiddler fixed his gaze on the figure just now sitting up.
‘Left a smoking sharper in his lap,’ Cuttle added.
Both sappers halted to watch.
‘Four…’ The warrior made his horrific discovery and plunged to one side.
‘Three…’
Then rolled back directly onto the sharper.
‘Two…’
Thumping a helm down over it.
‘One.’
The detonation lifted the hapless man into the air on a man-high column of fire.
Yet he had managed to hold on to the helm, even as it lifted him still higher, up and over. Feet scything wildly in the air, he plummeted back down, landing to kick up a cloud of dust and smoke.
‘Now that-’
But Cuttle got no further, and both sappers simply stared in disbelief as the warrior scrambled upright, looked around, collected a discarded lance, then raced off back up the slope.
Gamet drove heels into his horse’s flanks. The mount pounded down into the basin from the west side, opposite where the Khundryl had come from.
Three knots of desert warriors had managed to weather the crossbow fire and munitions to assault one of the strong-points. They had driven the two hidden squads back onto the barrow as well, and the Fist saw his marines dragging wounded comrades into the trenchworks. Fewer than ten soldiers among the three squads were still fighting, desperately holding back the screaming raiders.
Gamet pulled his sword free as he urged his horse directly towards the beleaguered position. As he approached, he saw two marines go down before an onrush from one of the attacking groups-and the barrow was suddenly overrun.
The fugue gripping his senses seemed to redouble, and he began sawing the reins, confused, bewildered by the roar of sounds surrounding him.
‘ Fist! ’
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‘The bastard Koryk knocked down is about to be surprised, Fid.’
Fiddler fixed his gaze on the figure just now sitting up.
‘Left a smoking sharper in his lap,’ Cuttle added.
Both sappers halted to watch.
‘Four…’ The warrior made his horrific discovery and plunged to one side.
‘Three…’
Then rolled back directly onto the sharper.
‘Two…’
Thumping a helm down over it.
‘One.’
The detonation lifted the hapless man into the air on a man-high column of fire.
Yet he had managed to hold on to the helm, even as it lifted him still higher, up and over. Feet scything wildly in the air, he plummeted back down, landing to kick up a cloud of dust and smoke.
‘Now that-’
But Cuttle got no further, and both sappers simply stared in disbelief as the warrior scrambled upright, looked around, collected a discarded lance, then raced off back up the slope.
Gamet drove heels into his horse’s flanks. The mount pounded down into the basin from the west side, opposite where the Khundryl had come from.
Three knots of desert warriors had managed to weather the crossbow fire and munitions to assault one of the strong-points. They had driven the two hidden squads back onto the barrow as well, and the Fist saw his marines dragging wounded comrades into the trenchworks. Fewer than ten soldiers among the three squads were still fighting, desperately holding back the screaming raiders.
Gamet pulled his sword free as he urged his horse directly towards the beleaguered position. As he approached, he saw two marines go down before an onrush from one of the attacking groups-and the barrow was suddenly overrun.
The fugue gripping his senses seemed to redouble, and he began sawing the reins, confused, bewildered by the roar of sounds surrounding him.
‘ Fist! ’
He lifted his sword, as his horse cantered, as if of its own will, towards the barrow.
‘ Fist Gamet! Pull out of there! ’
Too many voices. Screams of the dying. The flames-they’re falling away. Darkness closing in. My soldiers are dying. Everywhere. It’s failed-the whole plan has failed -
A dozen raiders were rushing at him-and more movement, there, to his right-another squad of marines, fast closing, as if they’d been on their way to relieve the overrun strong-point, but now they were sprinting in his direction.
I don’t understand. Not here-the other way. Go there, go to my soldiers -
He saw something large fly from one of the marines’ hands, down into the midst of the warriors attacking him. ‘ Fist ?’
Two lances whipped out, seeking him. Then the night exploded.
He felt his horse lifted beneath him, pushing him down over the back of the saddle. The animal’s head snapped upward, impossibly so, as it continued arching back-to thump down between Gamet’s thighs a moment before he tumbled, boots leaving the stirrups, over the horse’s rump.
Down into a mist of blood and grit.
He blinked his eyes open, found himself lying in sodden mud, amidst bodies and parts of bodies, at the base of a crater. His helmet was gone. No sword in his hand.
I was … I was on a horse …
Someone slid down to slam against his side. He attempted to clamber away, but was dragged back down.
‘Fist Gamet, sir! I’m Sergeant Gesler-Captain Keneb’s 9th Company-can you hear me?’
‘Y-yes-I thought you were-’
‘Aye, Fist. But we dropped ’em, and now the rest of my squad and Borduke’s are relieving 3rd Company’s marines. We need to get you to a healer, sir.’
‘No, that’s all right.’ He struggled to sit up, but something was wrong with his legs-they were indifferent to his commands. ‘Tend to those on the barrow, Sergeant-’
‘We are, sir. Pella! Down here, help me with the Fist.’
Another marine arrived, this one much younger- oh, no, too young for this. I will ask the Adjunct to send him home. To his mother and father, yes. He should not have to die- ‘You should not have to die.’
‘Sir?’
‘Only his horse between him and a cusser blast,’ Gesler said. ‘He’s addled, Pella. Now, take his arms…’
Addled? No, my mind is clear. Perfectly clear, now. Finally. They’re all too young for this. It’s Laseen’s war-let her fight it. Tavore-she was a child, once. But then the Empress murdered that child. Murdered her. I must tell the Adjunct…
Fiddler settled wearily beside the now dead hearth. He set his crossbow down and wiped the sweat and grime from his eyes. Cuttle eased down beside him. ‘Koryk’s head still aches,’ the sapper muttered, ‘but it don’t look like anything’s broken that wasn’t already broken.’
