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Tuorel shuddered again and was surprised to note that a fine film of ice had formed on the plates of his armor. As he watched, the rime whitened and spread like hoarfrost. The armor and clothes of the men around him were whitening as well. The chant continued, and now the cold seared Tuorel’s nose and throat, and his fingers and toes ached as if they were on fire. But great white patches of ice dotted the Maesil as far as he could see in either direction, and they were slowly growing together, until only a spiderweb of dark cha
“Iagores nu thadazh khet aighur, iagores nu ra’aghk kaidur!”
The wizard’s voice was a resonant rumble, echoing in the frozen stillness of the ice-rimed field. One last time he repeated the chant, and then he stepped forward and shattered the stone of true ice with his iron-heeled staff. Asearing white light claimed Tuorel’s vision for twenty heartbeats, even as waves of cold intense enough to bring him to his knees washed over him. By the time his sight cleared, Tuorel found that most of the men within three or four hundred yards had been similarly affected. He spun around, trying to quickly gauge whether his army had suffered any lasting damage – but then the Maesil caught his eye.
From bank to bank, the river was an unbroken sheet of ice.
“He’s done it,” Tuorel breathed. Shaking off the fear and nausea, he surged forward to grab his standard-bearer and shake him like a rag. “Raise the march, boy! We cross now!”
The young herald brought the ba
Company by company, the rest of Tuorel’s army caught the mood and marched down to the river’s edge, stepping off onto the ice. There was a sudden flurry of activity as Tuorel’s officers and ba
“See, Baron? Your men are crossing, and Mhoried will be caught unawares. Where do you strike first?”
“Riumache. We’ll need the harbor and the roads for our supply trains once the ice melts, and it guards our rear from any intervention.”
Tuorel gri
The wizard looked away, examining his work. “That’s for you to decide. The campaign’s yours to win or lose.”
Tuorel rode a couple of steps closer. “I remind you that your part of the bargain is only half complete. You promised to deliver Shieldhaven to my hands, wizard.”
“Are your guardsmen assembled, as I instructed?”
Tuorel grunted. “Aye, five hundred of my best soldiers. They’ll be missed in the campaign ahead. How will they take Shieldhaven, staying behind in Bhalaene?”
“I’ll bring them to Shieldhaven when it’s time.” The wizard Ba
Tuorel stifled his questions. Ba
The wizard began to gather his baubles and instruments, stuffing them into an old rucksack. Tuorel turned his warhorse to join the army’s advance, but Kraith moved his hellsteed in front of Tuorel, blocking his path. “Wait,” said Kraith.
“Tell me of the bargain again.”
Tuorel frowned, and shot a glance at Ba
These I cede to you for your part in this war. Your warriors may pillage any lands your forces take before Mhoried is defeated, but if those lands fall in my territory after the war, you shall withdraw.”
“How do I know that you won’t take Marloer’s Gap and the Watch from me once you’ve consolidated your position?” the goblin demanded.
Ba
“I will guarantee the bargain,” he said. “Whoever breaks it first will answer to me. It’s a fair arrangement, Kraith, and you know it.”
The goblin’s eyes blazed like fire. “Aye, it’s fair enough for Tuorel and I. But what do you gain from it, wizard? What’s the price of your treason?”
“My purposes are my own,” Ba
“What Ba
Tuorel’s face twisted in a cold smile. “I can only guess that he means to slay them in order to seize the power of the Mhoried blood.”
Kraith barked laughter. “That’s it? Bloodtheft? And you humans call us barbaric!”
“The Mhor’s line is one of the oldest and strongest of Anuire,” Ba
“I know more than you think,” Kraith snapped. “I ran my father through the heart to seize the power of our line. And I’ve a talent or two that manifested the day I usurped his power.”
“I see,” Ba
“The Mhor’s blood is tied to Mhoried itself,” Tuorel said.
“As I am tied to Ghoere, and Kraith to Markazor. In order to rule the lands we propose to take from the Mhor, the strength of his blood is necessary to us, as well.”
“In time, by force of arms, you can pacify the lands you take and add them to your kingdoms. Besides, the Mhor’s blood is my price.” Ba
It should suffice that you stand to gain vast new lands from my actions.”
“Be that as it may, it’s hard to trust a traitor.” Kraith laughed again and spurred his mount toward the east, cutting through the column of the march. His own guards joined him as he galloped back toward Markazor. Tuorel watched him go, considering how long it might be before he would have to fight Kraith himself.
Beside him, Ba
“That’s your affair, Ba
Some would say that the Mhor’s blood is an even greater prize than Mhoried itself.”
Ba