The Sword of the Lady

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Twenty-four darts arched out eastwards and up, towards the massed enemy, spreading as they reached the top of their trajectory and plunged downward. The savages looked up and screamed. The results of the first round, and the continuous rain of arrows, were all about them.

Click. ?Clear!?

She spun the traversing wheel and turned the trough towards the block of troopers from the Sword of the Prophet; they were better disciplined, and hence more tightly bunched… and their horses were bigger targets. A firm jerk on the lanyard…

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Rudi drew and loosed; he was sweating again now. Drawing a hundred-and-twenty-pound saddle bow was as much heavy labor as throwing sacks of grain onto a wagon, with all the muscles of your torso and gut working. The savages were wavering-the scorpion could throw six times a minute, and that meant a hundred and forty-four of those deadly little darts, and as many arrows again from Edain and his band. A volley of the darts slashed into the Sword troopers as he watched, and horses exploded outward in pain and panic, bugling shrilly. ?They?ll come at us now!? he said.?Wait… wait…?

The enemy trumpet screamed charge. The Cutters cased their bows, drew shetes or leveled their lances, booted their ski

Even a bad horse could cover ground very fast indeed. ?Now!?

Every one of them wheeled their mounts and set them going. Rudi focused on the markers; left and then straight and then right and straight -Epona?s great muscles bunched beneath him, her body an extension of his own as it had been since his boyhood, as if their thoughts meshed through the same fire of nerve and balance. The seventeen-hand warmblood danced.

He heard a sudden scream to his right. Mary?s horse had broken through; she catapulted out of the saddle, landed rolling and spraying arrows from her quiver. ?Rochael!? she shrieked.

The dappled Arab mare?s forehooves hammered at the broken, floating ice before her. Mary started to run back to help her, but Ingolf swung inward on her blind side. He leaned out of the saddle with skill that made Rudi blink and snatched with a huge and desperate strength at his wife?s quiver, throwing her across the saddle in front of him. Boy?s rear hooves slipped and the surface cracked beneath them, but he scrambled free and onto the unweakened section of the ice. Tears ran down Mary?s face as she slipped free, but she reached over her shoulder for one of the remaining arrows. ?Clear!? Mathilda shouted.

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Round shot this time, the six-pound cast-iron sphere arching up like a blurred black dot. It landed behind the oncoming figures that marked Edain and his archers… right among the pursuers. Water gouted skyward, and men slid down tilting slabs of ice. Suspiciously regular slabs in part, where they?d patiently drilled holes to be covered with snow. More and more of the weakened ice broke, away from the jagged paths the retreating archers trod, carefully calculated to look like panic-stricken men dashing about witless. The forest-ru

She could see a war chief with bars painted across his face throw his arms out in a frantic halt! gesture, but it was too late. Three men tumbled into him, and they all rolled together towards a stretch of black water where ice bobbed and men thrashed. To their left the horse soldiers of Corwin were in a worse state; a galloping horse couldn?t stop quickly. One went right into the spot where Mary?s horse had broken through, and the slim mare started to climb it, hammering the rider under her hooves. Another went through, and another.

Click. ?Clear!?

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A lumpy, gritty stuff was packed around the frame of the scorpion. Thermite ignited easily, and they wouldn?t be leaving the engine intact. ?Pump! Pump!? ?She?s just limping!? Mary said, joy shining in her one eye as she looked back at her Rochael. ?Mary,? Ingolf said, a little reproof in the tone.

Rudi frowned at them, and Mary dropped her eyes as his flicked to the limp burdens the other horses bore. Pierre Walks Quiet?s face had fallen in on itself a little in death; the stiff red ice on his parka hid the wound that had killed him in five seconds of startled agony. Jake su

Ingolf nodded, lost in his own thoughts. Rudi looked at Jake?s body.

What will I tell his woman? he thought. Or how explain to his children what their father was?

He helped the others bear them into the barn; Father Ignatius murmured the service for the dead beneath his breath. There was still a heap of loose hay; the bodies were laid in it, a faint scent of summers past rising amid the iron smell of blood. ?Ingolf?? Rudi asked.

The big Richlander swallowed, then spoke:?I knew Pete… Pierre Walks Quiet all my life, from the Change. It?s hard to realize the old man?s dead. He was like… like one of the manitou he used to tell me about. Taught me two-thirds of what I know about woodcraft and beasts and I wouldn?t have learned the rest without the start he gave me. Taught me to love it, too. Good-bye, Pete. Damn and hell, I?ll miss you.?

He turned aside, as his voice went thick. Rudi nodded and stepped forward. ?I knew Jake su

Rudi?s voice rose:?Lords of the Watchtowers of the West, ye Lords of Death and Resurrection. We light the torch for Jake su

The fire flared up, and they retreated through the doors; the barn was tinder-dry wood and beam, and it would go up like kindling. Already the fire was begi

Rudi nodded.?He was a man I was proud to call brother-in-arms,? he said soberly.?I will help raise his children as my own. Dun Jake will bear his name. Now let?s go! Mounted until we?re well clear, then back to skis; the horses can?t keep going fast with burdens in this.?