Someone moved up beside her. She twisted round, teeth bared.
A gauntleted hand hammered her face. Light exploded behind her eyes. Legs giving out, she collapsed in a heap. Her mouth was full of shards of teeth.
Strahl’s voice spoke from directly over her. ‘Sekara, wait at the Gate all you want. But remember, your husband’s already there. Waiting just for you. The dead will say what they dared not say in life. Oh, don’t forget to take your hoard with you.’
She heard his moccasins crunching on the grasses as he set off in the wake of his clan.
My husband? Whenever did he not cower before me? She spat out a mouthful of slimy blood.
We’ll stand side by side, Strahl, to welcome you. To tear you to pieces! A curse upon the Senan! Choose what you will, you shall not see the fangs until it is too late!
The ground shook. A shock wave thundered through the Barghast. Screams battered the frozen air. The battle was joined.
Sekara regained her feet, her face already swollen and hot. ‘Other side of the wagons!’ she shouted. ‘Everyone-through! And then form up!’
She saw them lurch into motion.
Yes, hold for a time. Time enough for me to run. Darkness, such a blessing! She staggered towards the wagons.
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Someone moved up beside her. She twisted round, teeth bared.
A gauntleted hand hammered her face. Light exploded behind her eyes. Legs giving out, she collapsed in a heap. Her mouth was full of shards of teeth.
Strahl’s voice spoke from directly over her. ‘Sekara, wait at the Gate all you want. But remember, your husband’s already there. Waiting just for you. The dead will say what they dared not say in life. Oh, don’t forget to take your hoard with you.’
She heard his moccasins crunching on the grasses as he set off in the wake of his clan.
My husband? Whenever did he not cower before me? She spat out a mouthful of slimy blood.
We’ll stand side by side, Strahl, to welcome you. To tear you to pieces! A curse upon the Senan! Choose what you will, you shall not see the fangs until it is too late!
The ground shook. A shock wave thundered through the Barghast. Screams battered the frozen air. The battle was joined.
Sekara regained her feet, her face already swollen and hot. ‘Other side of the wagons!’ she shouted. ‘Everyone-through! And then form up!’
She saw them lurch into motion.
Yes, hold for a time. Time enough for me to run. Darkness, such a blessing! She staggered towards the wagons.
Another sleet of arrows and Sagal ducked behind his hide shield. Two thuds bit into the thickly matted reeds and he flinched as his forearm was pricked. Warm blood trickled beneath his vambrace. He cursed. His brother had done the best he could in selecting this site, but to deal with these Akrynnai horse-archers most effectively they would have done better to find broken ground. A proper range of hills, plenty of rock, gullies and draws.
Instead, the bastards didn’t even have to close-at least for as long as they had arrows-and Barghast were dying without even the honour of clashing blades with the enemy. The rattling pass of the horses continued its deadly sweep.
The next time, Sagal would straighten and lead a charge-right into the path of the riders- see how you will fare with three thousand White Faces in your midst!
The descent of arrows fell off and Sagal waited a moment longer-he could still hear those horse hoofs-but sound was doing strange things this morning. Yet, they seemed… heavier than before. He lowered his shield and straightened. Blinking, struggling to make out details in the infernal gloom.
Crazed motion rising up from the valley, the entire hillside trembling-
Three chevrons of lancers had come in behind the screen of archers. There was no time to close ranks, to lift and settle pikes. He stared, furious, and then unsheathed his tulwar. ‘They come! They come!’
The Barghast seemed to grunt like some massive beast stirring awake. As thousands of levelled lances churned up the slope, the White Faces answered with a roar, and at the last instant, the mass of Barahn warriors heaved into the iron fangs. The front lines vanished, ducking beneath the lanceheads, heavy blades chopping into horses’ forelegs. Beasts shrieked, went down, and all at once the charge ground to a halt against a seething wall of carnage, the points of the chevrons flattening out in wild, vicious maelstrom.
Deluged in the fluids of a gutted horse, Sagal surged back to his feet, howling like a demon. Time to deliver slaughter! The fools closed-the fools charged! They could have held back all day until the Barahn on this flank were nothing but a heap of arrow-studded meat-but their impatience betrayed them! Laughing, he hacked at everything in sight. Cut deep into thighs, slashed through wrists, chopped at the stamping legs of the horses.
He could feel the cavalry attempting to withdraw, a giant snagged weapon, its edges nicked and blunted. Bellowing, he pushed deeper into the press, knowing his fellow warriors were all doing the same. They would not let go easily, no, they would not do that.
Half the Free Cities of Genabackis have flung their cavalry at us-and we destroyed them all!
Sceptre Irkullas stared as the heavy lancers fought to extricate themselves from the outer flanks of the Barghast position. Scores of fine warriors and superbly trained mounts were going down with every breath he drew into his aching lungs, but there was no help for it. He needed that retreat as ugly as it could be, slow enough to draw more and more of the enemy down the slope. He needed to see that entire flank committed to the slaughter, before he could command the horse-archers in behind the Barghast, followed quickly by his skirmishers and then a phalanx of Saphii to ensure the entire flank was thoroughly cut off and exposed on the hillside. Then he would send the bulk of his lancers and mounted axe-wielders, the hammer to the Saphii anvil.
The other flank was not going as well, he saw, as the commander there had managed to lock shields and lift pikes to ward off the cavalry charge, and now the horse-archers were resuming their sweeps across the face of the line-this was a game of attrition that served the Akrynnai well enough, but it took longer. How many arrows could the Barghast suffer?