Talisman stood for a moment, then rammed his sabre back in its scabbard and turned on his heel.
‘Right, lads,’ shouted Druss. ‘Keep your heads down, for they’ll pepper us with arrows at first. Spread your-selves and put away your swords. When the ladder men reach the walls we’ll pelt the whoresons with rocks. Then use daggers – they’re better for the close work. Save the long blades for when they’ve reached the ramparts.’
The lines of infantry slowed, just out of bowshot, Druss knelt and watched the archers run through their ranks. Hundreds of shafts slashed through the air. ‘Get down!’ he yelled, and all along the wall the Nadir defenders ducked behind the crenellated battlements, Druss glanced back to the compound. Talisman and the reserve force of twenty men, led by Lin-tse, were out in the open as the shafts soared over the wall. One man was struck in the leg; the rest ran back to the cover of the lodging building. Out on the plain the infantry began to move, slowly at first and then, as they closed upon the wall, they raised their round shields before them and broke into a charge. Nadir arrows slashed at them and several men fell. The Gothir archers sent volley after volley over the heads of the infantry. Two Nadir bowmen were cut down.
The ladder-bearers reached the western wall. Druss knelt, wrapped his arms around a boulder as large as a bull’s head and, with a grunt, heaved it to the battlements. A ladder thudded against the wall. Gripping the boulder between his hands, Druss hoisted it above his head and sent it sailing out over the wall. Seven men were on the ladder as the boulder struck the first, smashing his skull to shards. The huge rock hit the shoulder of the third man, snapping his collar-bone; he fell, dislodging three others. Rocks and stones rained down on the attackers, but they pushed on.
The first man reached the ramparts, his shield held above his head. Chisk ran forward, ramming his dagger through the man’s eye, and with a choking cry he fell.
‘One for Chisk!’ shouted the Nadir. Two more men reached the ramparts. Druss leapt to his right, sending Snaga crashing through a wooden helm, and braining the second man with a reverse sweep. Nuang jumped forward, thrusting his dagger at the head of a climbing soldier. The blade gashed the man’s forehead but he stabbed out with his own short sword, catching Nuang on the left wrist and scoring the flesh. Snaga crashed down on the man’s shoulder, splitting his breastplate. Blood gushed from the wound and the climber fell away.
To Druss’s left four Gothir soldiers had forced their way to the ramparts, forming a fighting wedge that allowed more men to reach the walls unopposed. Druss charged the group, Snaga sweeping down in a murderous arc. One man was cut down instantly; Druss shoulder-charged a second, spinning him from the ramparts to fall head first to the compound below; a third went down to a terrible blow which caved in his ribs. The fourth thrust his sword at Druss’s belly. Nuang’s blade hacked down, parrying the thrust, then swept up to slash through the soldier’s neck. Dropping his sword, the Gothir soldier staggered back with blood pumping from his severed jugular.
Dropping his axe, Druss grabbed the dying man by throat and groin and heaved him high into the air. Spinning, he hurled the body at two more soldiers as they cleared the ramparts; both were thrown back from the walls. Nuang ran forward to plunge his sword into the open mouth of a bearded soldier who had just reached the top of the ladder. The blade smashed through the man’s palate, emerging from the back of his neck. The sword was torn from Nuang’s grasp as the man plum-meted to the ground.
Druss swept up a short sword lying on the ram-parts and tossed it to the old man. Nuang caught it expertly.
All along the western wall the Nadir struggled to block wave after wave of attackers.
Below, Talisman stood with Lin-tse and twenty warriors, trying to judge the best moment to launch fresh troops into the fray. Beside him Lin-tse waited with sword drawn. The defence was briefly breached: five soldiers hacking and cleaving a path to the steps. Lin-tse started forward, but Talisman called him back. Druss had attacked the men, cutting three down in as many heartbeats.