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〃Then you know how difficult it is；〃 Orden said； 〃to sleep at nights afterward。 You know how it is to look another man in the eye as you seize his very existence。 Guilt。 Guilt is the price we pay for leading our people。
〃I killed my first man when I was twelve；〃 Orden added。 〃Some mad farmer who tried to cudgel me。 I've killed some twenty men in battle since。
〃My wife。。。grew distant over the affair； cold and unresponsive。 You would think they'd love you better for it； but the women imagine that a little blood on your hands makes you grow more callous and cruel。 It stains the soul； so。 Of course； I am no Raj Ahten。。。Who knows how many men he has personally killed。 Two thousand； ten？〃
〃Yes； the guilt。。。〃 the Earl mused。 〃Nasty business； that。〃
Orden could see the slow wheels of the Earl's mind begin to creep； as he wakened the man's fears。 Orden was not at all concerned with guilt。 He needed only to remind this fool how many men had died at Raj Ahten's hands。 〃It does stain a man's soul。〃 Now the Earl had a way out of battle。 He could flee it in the name of righteousness； rather than fear。
〃Very well； they are your forcibles；〃 the Earl said。 〃Perhaps you should be the serpent's head。〃
〃Thank you； milord；〃 King Orden said。 〃I will try to serve with honor。〃
〃But I will be next in line。〃
〃Actually；〃 King Orden said； 〃I hoped to reserve that spot for another； the captain of my guard。 A very formidable fighter。〃
〃Ah； aha！〃 Dreis said。 Now that he was considering it； he did not seem at all certain he wanted to fight this battle。 〃Well； perhaps that would be best。〃
〃But we can reserve the spot after him for you； milord；〃 Orden said。 He knew that he did not have to reserve a place of honor for this ninpoop。 Once Dreis gave his endowment to the captain； Orden would be free to put the Duke anywhere in the serpent。 Someplace close to the middle would be nice。
〃Very well； then；〃 Dreis said in a tone of dismissal。 Then he made it clear to his servants that he was not to be disturbed before dawn； for he would need his sleep。
So King Orden went back to the battlements and fretted and watched for signs of aid； signs of trouble。 He put his far…seers； men with many endowments of sight； on the highest pinnacle of the graak's aerie； then sent scouts out to keep watch on the hills and roads both east and west for sign of Raj Ahten's occupying army。
But they caught no wind of it。
Instead； hour by hour； all through the night； men came riding in to give aidthree hundred more farmers from the area around Castle Dreis； all with longbows； they had no armor； but wore woolen vests that might keep out a poorly sent shaft。 Borenson's regiment came racing in near dawneighty warriors who bore many wounds from yesterday's battle。
They told how Raj Ahten's troops never showed for the ambush at Boar's Ford。 Said they'd heard no word of Gaborn。
From the west came a regiment of two hundred lancers on force horses from out of Castle Jonnick； men who'd ridden when they heard Castle Sylvarresta had fallen； then had neared it only to hear that a battle would be fought at Longmont。
From the east； Knights Equitable trickled in from freeholds； a dozen here； fifty there。 Mostly they were older men who had nothing to lose； or young men still naive enough to believe that war is glorious。 All of these added to the fifteen hundred knights and archers that the Earl of Dreis had brought in； and the two thousand from Groverman。
Then there were the farmers' sons and the merchants out of towns that bordered the woods。 Boys with grim faces； some armed with nothing but an axe or a scythe。 Young men from the cities who were dressed in finery； who bore light swords that had too much gold in the baskets of their ornate hilts。
Orden did not relish the arrival of such moners； hardly counted them as defenders。 Yet he dared not deny them the right to fight。 This was their land to protect； not his。
As each little troop rode between the twin fires burning along the road before the castle gates； men on the walls would shout in triumph and blow their horns； calling 〃Hail Sir Freeman！〃 or 〃Hail Brave Barrows！〃
Orden knew men's devices； could name most knights by glancing at their shields。 But one rider who came in near dawn both mystified and excited him。
Almost last to ride in that night was a huge fellow； big as a bear； riding a black； swaybacked donkey as fast as it would trot。 He bore no coat of arms； only a round shield with a huge spike in it； and he wore a squat helm from which a single cow's horn curled。 He had no mail but a thick coat of pig's hide； and his only weapon； beside the dagger on his belt； was a huge axe with an iron handle some six feet long； which rested across the pommel of his saddle。 With him rode fifty men as grungy as himselfmen with longbows and axes。 Outlaws。
The knights on Longmot's walls hesitated to name this warrior and his band； though they could not help but recognize him。 Shostag the Axeman。 For twenty years； Shostag and his outlaws had been a scourge to every Runelord along the Solace Mountains。
It was said that he was a Wolf Lord of the old school； that he'd taken many endowments from dogs。 As Shostag neared the castle gates； King Orden watched the downs behind him； saw the fleeting gray shadows of wolves race nervously through the starlight along the hedgerows； leaping stone fences。
Shostag stopped a hundred yards from the gates with his henchmen； among the last ruins of the burned city。 Even in the near…total darkness； the firelight showed his face to be dirty and unshaven； his every manner vile。 He spat in the ashes； looked up to the battlements； stared Orden in the eye。
Shostag asked； 〃I saw your signal fires。 I hear you want a Runelord dead。 Are we invited to this festivity？〃
Orden was not certain he trusted the man。 The Axemen might well turn on him； wreaking havoc within the castle's walls at the battle's climax。
〃I'd be honored to fight beside men of your。。。reputed skill；〃 King Orden answered。 He could not afford to turn down any aid； even from the Axeman。
Shostag cleared his throat； hawked on the ground。 〃If me and my boys kill this fellow for you； I'll want a pardon。〃
Orden nodded。
〃I'll want a title and lands； same as any other lord。〃
Orden considered。 He had an estate in the dark forests on the borders of Lonnock。 It was a gloomy swamp； infested with bandits and mosquitoes。 The estate had lain idle now for three years； waiting for the right man。 Shostag would either clear the bandits from the woods； or he'd let them join him。
〃I can promise an estate in Mystarria； if King Sylvarresta cannot do better。〃
〃I'll take it；〃 Shostag grunted； waved his men in。
Two hours before dawn； Orden still had seen no sign of Gaborn or Borenson； had heard no word。 Another messenger brought news that the Duke of Groverman would offer more aid from neighboring castles； but couldn't reach Longmont before dusk。
Of course； Raj Ahten will get here first； Orden realized。
Groverman did right by maintaining his own hold until he was sure it could be defended； regardless of the promise of treasure。
So it seemed that no more aid would e。 Though his scouts had not yet warned him of Raj Ahten's approach； Orden expected it within an hour or two。
The very fact that he hadn't yet received word of Gaborn worried King Orden。 Hour by hour； his hopes for his son's well…being dwindled； until he felt it vain to hope。 Surely Raj Ahten had captured him。
And the Wolf Lord would have either killed him or taken the boy's endowments。
So Orden took his forcibles； lined up his volunteers； and let the facilitator for the Earl of Dreis sing the ancient spells that made the forcibles glow； creating ribbons of light as man after man gave up metabolism。
Last of all； Orden gave his own endowment； pleting the serpent ring。 It was a desperate act。
With a heavy heart and fewer than six thousand men； Orden closed his gates at dawn and waited for the gathering conflict。 He'd left a few scouts outside the walls to bring advance word of any sighting of Raj Ahten's troops； but had no more hopes of reinforcements。
He gave one last speech； calling on the full powers of his Voice to cut across distance； penetrate every stone of the castle。 The knights and moners and felons on the walls all looked up at him expectantly； every man bundled in his armor。
〃Men；〃 he said； 〃you've heard that Raj Ahten took Castle Sylvarresta without benefit of arms。 He used nothing but glamour and Voice to disarm Sylvarresta's troops。 And you know what happened to the knights in that castle afterward。〃
〃Well； we'll allow none of that here。 If Raj Ahten seeks to use his Voice； I'll expect every man within range to fire on him the same as if he were a charging army。〃
〃When he leaves this field； either he'll be dead； or we'll be dead。 If any of you young men succumb to the power of his Voice； my knights will throw you over the castle walls。〃
〃We'll not suffer children to spoil a man's fight。〃
〃May the Powers be with us！〃
When he finished speaking； six thousand men raised their arms； chanting 〃Orden！ Orden！ Orden！〃
King Orden gazed out over the walls。 He knew that this warning； against Raj Ahten； given with the full power of his Voice； would have great influence over his men。 He only hoped Raj Ahten would not be able to unravel the spell his words had woven。
On the horizon； over the Dunnwood； he felt cool air blowing in。 It felt like snow。
But where was Gaborn？
Chapter 37
BOYS ON THE ROAD
Myrrima sat in the bed of a rickety wagon as the team of horses hurried down the road early that morning。 The wagon swayed and creaked as it followed its rut。 Once they'd moved up from the fields near Bannisferre； and crossed into the Dunnwood； the wagon had bee especially unfortable； for large tree roots that crossed the road underground provided ample bumps。
She was but one of ten passengers from Bannisferre。 The others were all young farm boys armed with nothing but their bows and spears and dreams of retribution for the murders mitted against their kin during the past week。
Even the wagon did not belong to any one of them； but had only been lent by farmer Fox up the road toward town。 These boys had no horses of their own to ride into war。
But they talked like the brave sons of noblemen。 Ah； they could talk。 〃I'll kill me an Invincible； sure as I'm ugly；〃 said one young lad； Hobie Hollowell。 He was slender and strong； with wheat…straw hair and blue eyes that shone each time he looked at Myrrima。 There was a time not many weeks past when she'd have hoped for a match with him。
〃Ah； you can't hit anything with that bow of yours。〃 Wyeth Able chortled。 〃All your arrows are as crooked as your aim。〃
〃It's not arrows I plan to kill him with。〃 Hobie laughed。 〃I plan to wait till one is scaling the castle walls； then throw your fat carcass over on him！ It would flatten him sure； without any harm to your wide buttocks。〃
〃Hah； as if you could wrestle me over the wall；〃 Wyeth said； pulling off his hat and slapping Hobie。 Wyeth was a stout boy； destined to be almost as wide as he was tall； and then the boys were at it； tussling and laughing in the wagon。
Myrrima smiled faintly。 She knew their antics were for her； that they all peted for her attention。 She'd known most of these young men all her life； yet since she'd received her endowments of glamour； their relationships had shifted dramatically。 Boys who had once thought her just another waif now smiled shyly and forgot their manners； if not their own names； in her presence。
It seemed a great shame that her beauty had bee a barrier to mon relationships。 She'd not have wished it。
Wyeth wrestled Hobie to the bottom of the wagon with little effort； then grinned up at Myrrima for approval。
She nodded kindly； smiled。
So the team of horses raced the last few miles to Longmont； over grassy hills where oaks spread their branches wide。 She felt very tired after the long ride。 The horses that drew the wagon were no force horses； but they were a strong team； used to working together； much like the boys in the wagon。
When they reached Longmont； saw its long； high walls and foreboding towers； Myrrima almost wished she had not e。 It hurt to