Waylander by David A. Gemmell

A red-faced young warrior ran forward, dropping the dice into a pouch at his side.

‘I am, sir.’

‘What is the meaning of this?’

‘I’m sorry, sir. It was just … we were bored, sir.’

‘Little chance of worrying about boredom with a hundred stripes on your back, boy!’

‘No, sir.’

‘You are not from my wing, and I do not intend getting involved with endless bickering and bureacracy. Therefore I shall overlook your negligence. Tell me, are your friends at the back also engaged in dice?’

‘I don’t know, sir.’

‘How many men are there?’

Ten, sir.’

‘When are you due for relief?’

The man glanced at the sky. ‘Two hours, sir.’

‘Very well. Open the warehouse.’

‘I beg your pardon, sir?’

‘Are you hard of hearing as well as negligent?’

‘No, sir. It is just that we have no key.’

‘You mean the key has not been sent?’

‘What do you mean, sir?’

‘The First General,’ said Gellan, slowly and with infinite patience, ‘has ordered us to transfer certain goods from this warehouse to his quarters. Your second officer … what is his name?’

‘Erthold, sir.’

‘Yes – Erthold – was due to meet me here, or to leave the key. Where is he?’

‘Well

‘Well what?’

‘He is asleep, sir.’

‘Asleep,’ said Gellan. ‘Why did I not consider such a possibility? A group of men lounging while on duty. Playing dice, no less, so that a hundred armed men could march up without being seen. Where else would the officer be but asleep? Jonat!’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Be so good as to break open the door.’

‘Yes, sir,’ said Jonat joyously as with two other soldiers he ran forward. Within seconds they had splintered the side door, entered the building, lifted the bar of the main doors and pushed them wide.

Gellan waved his troops forward and the men surged into the warehouse.

‘Erthold will be furious, sir,’ said the soldier. ‘Should I send someone to wake him?’

‘As you please,’ replied Gellan, smiling. ‘But he might ask who gave permission for the man to leave his post. Is that your role?

‘You think it would be best not to disturb him?’ asked the man.

‘I leave that to you.’

‘It would probably be best,’ said the soldier, looking to Gellan for signs of approval. Gellan walked away from him, but turned as he heard the pounding of running feet. Ten men were sprinting from the rear of the warehouse with swords in hand.

They saw Gellan and halted. Three men saluted nervously and the others followed suit.

‘Get back to your posts,’ ordered Gellan.

The men glanced at their leader, who shrugged and waveed them away.

‘I’m sorry about all this, sir,’ he said, ‘but I am grateful to you for not taking us to task over the dice.’

‘I have played on duty myself from time to time,’ said Gellan.

The Drenai, heavily laden, began to leave the warehouse. Jonat supervised the food-gathering, making sure that only dried food was taken: flour, dried fruit, jerked meat, oats and salt.

He had also found a small medical store at the back and had packed three pouches of herbs he felt sure Evris would find useful.

Closing the great doors and replacing the bar, he was the last to leave. The men were standing in marching file, bulging packs upon their shoulders.

Jonat approached the sentry leader.

‘I don’t want anyone entering the warehouse, despite the broken door. If one drop of that spirit is consumed, there’ll be trouble!’ He winked broadly.

The man saluted and Gellan led the men back towards the Vagrian camp.

The column wound through deserted streets, on past the tents and the sentries, and out on to the broken ground before the fortress. There, glancing to his right, Gellan saw a sight that froze his blood.

In a dip beyond a row of houses hidden from the fort, three great machines were under construction. He had seen them in use while on a visit to Ventria. They were ballistae, great catapults capable of hurling huge rocks against a castle wall. The carnage would be intolerable once these were completed. The parts must have been sent from Vagria, round the Lentrian Horn, to be assembled here. He tapped Jonat on the shoulder and pointed to the work being undertaken by lantern light.