The One crouched underneath the tip of the spire, his hands splayed against the outer wall just above his head. He could see out, but his power shielded him from any prying eyes spotting him.
There stood the Lord of Elcho Falling, looking worried, and looking as if he were considering some plan.
What? the One thought. What could Maximilian throw at him now?
There was nothing. Infinity waited at the One’s back, and it wanted Maximilian dead.
The One reached out his senses for an instant to Eleanon and the Lealfast.
Good. Eleanon intuited nothing about the One’s presence. Eleanon would need to die as well — the One did not like the man’s ambition — but as for the rest of the Lealfast . . . oh, they would be good and faithful servants to the One in the new world of destruction.
Dark winged warriors of death.
The One grinned.
“Ravenna?”
She rose from her chair at the sound of the unlocking door. “Maximilian,” she said as he came into the chamber.
“Hello, Ravenna.”
Ravenna clenched and unclenched her hands at her sides, wanting to look nervous and unsure. “You have come to a decision.”
“Aye.” Maximilian hesitated. “We have decided to trust you.”
Ravenna gave a tight smile. “No doubt with much agonising.”
“Yes. With much agonising.”
“When?” she managed.
“Ishbel and I will come to you later tonight,” Maximilian said. “Ishbel will remove the curses which bind you then.”
“Thank you,” Ravenna said, and Maximilian nodded, held her eyes for a long moment longer, then left the chamber.
Ravenna sat down, and smiled.
Chapter 16
Elcho Falling
“Well?” Maximilian said. “Your thoughts?”
He and Ishbel sat once more in the command chamber, together with Isaiah, Axis, Inardle, Georgdi and Egalion. It was dusk, and the balcony doors had been closed against the cool evening air.
It was deceptively peaceful in the chamber. Outside, thousands of men scurried about the citadel, propping up and reinforcing walls with whatever they had.
Axis glanced at Isaiah, then addressed Maximilian. “Isaiah, Georgdi, Insharah and I have sat through the afternoon talking. We have addressed every possibility we can think of, and, while we believe we will lose men, we think the losses remain acceptable . . . so long as you can answer some questions we have about the procedure.”
“Go on,” Maximilian said.
“There are roughly a quarter of a million Lealfast outside,” Axis said. “Only a fraction of that number are trained fighters, but they are all Enchanters and they have all been changed somewhat by their old alliance with the One. We are assuming they will be powerful opponents.”
Maximilian nodded. Good.
“We, on the other hand,” Isaiah said, taking over from Axis, “command many hundreds of thousands of trained soldiers within Elcho Falling. They’re all good — Isembaardians, Outlanders, the Emerald Guard. I’d say we have roughly the same force as the Lealfast — and the fact that all our force are trained and experienced battlemen must put us on a par with the Lealfast.”
Maximilian started to speak, but Axis interrupted whatever the Lord of Elcho Falling might have said.
“Whatever the Lealfast may brag about, Maxel, they’ve not had any extensive battle experience. Inardle?”
“No, they don’t,” Inardle said. “We did far more than ’shoot at rabbits’ in the frozen wastes, and there were minor skirmishes here and there, but Axis is right. The men in this fortress have the fighting edge.”
“But the Lealfast are a winged force,” Maximilian put in. “And the Strike Force is effectively dead.”
“For years I commanded the most powerful winged force in this world,” Axis said, leaning forward, his eyes fierce, emphasising each word. “Do you think I don’t know just how to bring one down from the sky?”
“The Lealfast command the power of Infinity,” Maximilian said.
“Eleanon best of all,” Inardle said, “but the others? I am not sure. Eleanon would have been jealous of that power. He may not have shared it beyond his immediate captains. Bingaleal was as powerful as Eleanon . . . but Georgdi killed Bingaleal easily enough.”
“Surprise and cunning,” Georgdi said, grinning. “Outlander specialities.”
Maximilian had to laugh. “Point taken.” Then he sobered. “But I cannot transfer hundreds of thousands outside for you. You know this. Even with Ishbel’s aid I can only manage ten thousand.”
“But it will be ten thousand of the absolute best,” Axis said.
“If you use your ability to transfer these ten thousand,” Isaiah said, “then we swap our men for Lealfast. We can transfer a fighting force beyond the walls of Elcho Falling, but it will also mean transferring Lealfast inside in counter-balance. Axis told me that you’d suggested one thousand Lealfast for ten thousand of our soldiers. Is this correct?”
Maximilian gave a nod.
Isaiah looked at Egalion. “A thousand is no problem,” Egalion said. “The Emerald Guard will dispose of them efficiently enough.”
“You are certain?” Maximilian asked.
“Can you pinpoint where they will transfer to?” Egalion asked.
“To within a chamber or two, yes,” Maximilian said.
“Then we will be ready,” Egalion said, and Maximilian accepted his words, for he remembered how the Emerald Guard had slaughtered so efficiently that night when the Lealfast had attacked within Elcho Falling.
“Is there any trauma associated with the transference?” Axis said.
“Not particularly,” Maximilian replied. “Not if you are expecting it. So . . . presumably you would warn your men what to expect, which would be a moment or two of disorientation at the end of the transference. But the Lealfast may experience a little more disorientation, because they will not be expecting it.”
Axis and Isaiah exchanged a glance and a shared grin.
“I think it has a chance of working, Maxel,” Isaiah said. “The Emerald Guard can deal with a thousand Lealfast within this citadel. Axis, is ten thousand men enough?”
“It will do,” Axis said. “Give me your best bowmen, Isaiah, and your most cunning Outlanders, Georgdi, and if I contribute one eagle and my own knowledge, then even a mere thousand is more than enough.”
There was a momentary silence. No one believed him for an instant. Even ten thousand would more than likely be slaughtered.
But what else was there?
“Then we do it,” Isaiah said, looking at Maximilian.
Maximilian held Isaiah’s gaze a long moment, then nodded. “When?”
“Late morning tomorrow,” Axis said. “I contacted my friend eagle an hour or two ago. He is far away but is returning. He will be here tomorrow morning. I need his eyes in the sky. So we will go tomorrow morning before noon. The Lealfast will be concentrating on their encircling dance . . . they won’t know what’s happening.”
“And inside Elcho Falling?” Maxel said.
“I can position everyone within Elcho Falling early morning,” Isaiah said. “Egalion will marshal his men to where you say you can transfer the Lealfast, and, just in case the Lealfast don’t materialise quite where we expect them, then every fighting man and woman left in Elcho Falling will be sitting ready with arrow fitted to bow.”
“And the Dark Spire and the One?” Ishbel said, speaking for the first time.
“We have to risk it,” Isaiah said, looking at Maximilian rather than her. “We have to.”
Maximilian hesitated then gave a reluctant nod. “Tomorrow morning, then.”
Isaiah, Georgdi and Axis spent several hours asking for volunteers from the best archers and soldiers in their combined forces, then Axis and Isaiah spent a further six hours organising the men into the vast central area of the citadel, which was the largest ‘chamber’ they could find to practice their manoeuvres as a single team.
First, Axis spent an hour getting the men to practise moving from a prone position straight into squads of fifty men which could instantly form a shield cover about themselves.
Then, once that was perfected (and this didn’t take long, as the men were already so well trained) Axis organised the men who were not actively engaged in holding the shields, into individual pairings of one archer and one ‘arrow keeper’. Axis wanted the archers to be able to fire as quickly as they could without having to scrabble for arrows from quivers on their backs, so the ‘arrow keeper’ part of the pair had to be able to slap an arrow into the hand of the archer smoothly, firmly and in the precisely correct manner — and the archer had to trust the arrow keeper to do just that.
This was not such a smooth procedure, and took two hours to sort out to Axis’ satisfaction.
In the final few hours Axis had the men become accustomed to seeing through someone else’s eyes . . . and trusting that vision.
They would not be seeing with their eyes tomorrow, but with the eagle’s vision. The shield covers would be almost perfectly tight, save for tiny slits where the archers could fire their arrows.
Axis sent Isaiah to the top of the staircase and then, in the same manner as he did with the eagle, Axis allowed himself to see through Isaiah’s eyes, looking down the staircase. Axis then had to twist the vision about, translating it to what a man on the ground would see, and it was this vision he shared with the bowmen.