Chapter
Seventeen: The Last Enchantment
Several years ago my son, Marik, asked
me a question.
“Mama, what is a shield wall like?”
He was dressed in his cute red tunic –
the scarlet of the warriors – and he had paused in his favourite
game which consisted of him running around the garden with a toy
wooden sword and shield and a helmet several sizes too big for him,
cutting and chopping at imaginary foes while his sister pretended to
be a prisoner resigned to being tied to a tree and needing saving.
The sanguine and dignified expression on her face contrasted with the
wild enthusiasm on Marik’s face as he pretended to cut down
numerous warriors of Cos.
I can’t remember what I was doing
that day – probably just sun bathing with a cool drink to hand, but
I remember Brinn was there for I rolled onto my stomach and said,
“you should ask your father that question.”
Brinn’s reply was what you might
expect. “A shield wall is glorious; the greatest moment a man can
aspire to is to stand with his brothers in a shield wall and stare
down the enemy.” This seemed to please Marik who cut away at
another imaginary foe before pausing to add, “what does mama
think?”
I gazed at Brinn and he shrugged his
shoulders and nodded for me to reply. “Well,” I said, “I was
with a shield wall once, in Elysium, with your grandfather and your
papa. But I didn’t see much. I'm a woman so I had to hide while the
men fought.”
What I didn’t say to Marik is that
the abiding memory I have of a shield wall is the smell. It’s a
smell of leather, male sweat, sword oil and metal.
And urine.
It’s true. That’s what you notice
before the shield walls clash and lock together in a rugby scrum
punctuated by screams and stabbing.
I promise you it’s really not
glorious at all.
I could see we had trapped ourselves
before the ships even struck the beach. This stretch of coastline was
mostly rocks and high cliffs and sheltered beaches of any kind were
scarce. The one we aimed for as the Cosian fleet began to envelop us
was a small cove with towering cliffs creating a formidable obstacle
against the jungle interior. As we closed in on the shoreline I could
sense with a sinking feeling in my gut that the cliff was far too
steep to climb except maybe in ones or twos along a series of
precarious perches. It would be impossible for us to get all our men
to the top before the Cosians reached the beach and we would be
sitting ducks trapped halfway up the cliffside, easy targets for
their crossbows. This then was to be our final stand. I glanced at
Brinn and saw no fear in his face as he continued to bark orders to
his captains. The surf was pounding hard on the beach as the Larl
shuddered to a halt, driving itself into the sand. By now half the
ship was engulfed by fire and the aft cabins were a raging inferno
destroying Kerim Shah’s workshop and Yishana’s personal quarters.
Askaris began leaping down into the churning surf as soon as it
seemed chest deep and together they began to wade to shore, lifting
their shields and spears high above the lapping waves. Already the
sails were aflame and I watched in terror as the ship I had called
home for nearly a year became engulfed in the Cosian fire. I saw
Yishana leap into the water, still dressed in her flowing gown. I saw
her wade with difficulty as the water sodden fabrics slowed her pace
until she emerged knee deep near the edge of the shingle.
Now our ship beached itself with a
grinding of timbers and a lurch to starboard as the keel tilted in
the sand. I felt Brinn grab me by my wrist and pull me to the side
where he quickly lowered me gently at arms length into the surf. I
found myself waist deep in the water and quickly followed the trail
of Brinn’s warriors to the shoreline, joining a growing crowd of
white and black skinned warriors as they formed up around their
respective banners. Yishana had set her banner into the sand to the
right of the cove – a flag bearing the snarling visage of a female
Larl. A shaken looking Kerim Shah joined her, as did Tijani as the
black Askaris began to form in a line either side of the banner.
Brinn's men were doing the same, forming up under Brinn’s standard
of a swooping Tarn. As for the slaves and the assorted non-combatants
– we were ushered towards the rear, including the captive ladies,
Saffia and Cassandra. I saw Simon hesitate, sword in hand, not sure
whether he should join Brinn’s formation or Yishana’s. In the end
he picked up a shield and stood beside Tijani who nodded in greeting.
Brinn had simply blanked him when Simon had tried to catch his gaze.
But I didn't remain with the other
slaves. Instead I pushed through the loose formation of Askaris to
join Yishana for I could sense something was wrong. She didn’t seem
herself at all. Ordinarily she would be barking orders, giving off a
ferocious aura of determination, but now she seemed out of place,
confused, bewildered even. She seemed to be going through the
motions, and I began to realise why. Kerim Shah’s workshop was
burning, and with it all his potions and compounds. Normally he would
have given Yishana her combat drug, the drug that she thought enabled
her to channel the spirit of her wild Goddess. It gave her a feeling
of invincibility and, like Elizabeth Bentley, while drugged she would
feel no fear. But this then was the first time she had stood before a
shield wall in anticipation of battle without the combat drug in her
veins. Now she felt what I felt – gut wrenching terror. But at
least I didn't have to stand in the centre of a shield wall and lead
it into battle. This new feeling was alien to her, and I could only
speculate what it was doing to her usual sense of confidence. Without
the drug she wasn’t the invincible avatar of the Goddess she
professed to serve. Without the drug she was simply a woman. And a
shield wall is no place for a woman.
Tijani was talking to Yishana by the
time I reached her. He too sensed something was wrong.
“You need to take command, now,
Ubara! Form the men up!” He glanced at her sodden wet gown,
surprised she hadn’t yet shed it. Yishana stripping to the same red
breach cloth as her men was always the first thing that stirred her
Askaris into battle mode. The sight of her savage, naked body and her
wild eyes as she screamed insults at the enemy from the very front of
the Askari lines was essential for morale.
“They need to form in a funnel
formation alongside Brinn’s force,” said Yishana, still able to
grasp basic strategy at least, but I saw how her hands trembled as
she spoke. Tijani nodded and waited, expecting her to give the
command. When Yishana did, her raised voice sounded hesitant,
quivering with nerves, and her men noticed the change from her usual
tone. Tijani quickly repeated the order himself in his deep
authoritative voice. Now the Askaris formed up in a solid line
diagonally across one half of the beach, meeting at an apex point
with Brinn’s forces to present the letter V with the widest space
facing the water. The Askaris were perhaps eighty to ninety in number
and with the space they had to guard they could only form into a line
and a half. The half rank to the rear reinforced the centre of her
formation.
I saw now that Tijani had noticed that
Yishana’s hands were shaking.
“Is something wrong” His dark eyes
sought out hers, but uncharacteristically she failed to meet his
gaze. This was bad. The Askaris needed to believe in the mouthpiece
of their Goddess if they were going to fight with conviction. As it
was we would be heavily outnumbered. Our only hope lay in superior
morale when the shields eventually clashed.
Brinn had left it to his captains to
form up his own lines and so he now strode over to join Yishana and
Tijani, a war spear in his right hand and a crested helmet tucked in
the crook of his left arm.
“Tal,” he said, nodding to Yishana
and Tijani in turn. “Our beached ships at the water line will
hamper the arrival of the Cosian forces and make them pass between
the hulls of the vessels before they can line up to face us.
Nevertheless we are outnumbered maybe five to one so our priority
will be to ensure they can only come at us with a fraction of their
force at any one time.”
“They will bombard us first with
their ship board catapults?” suggested Tijani as he gazed out to
sea.
“Yes, but it will be at long range
unless they wish to risk the rocks under the water line and our
extended lines of battle are so thin that we will make for a very
poor target. Our men will see the missiles coming and should be able
to avoid most of them. I am also counting on the fact that the
commander, Matias, will not wish to risk his Free Companion. I fully
expect him to land and face us himself.” Brinn regarded the woman
that was the source of this conflict: Lady Saffia Luna Josefina
Alejandra of Telnus. Yishana had her on a chain leash held by one of
the Askaris. Lady Saffia gazed at the approaching fleet with its
Cosian banners and the sight of so many warships filled her with
fresh courage.
“Surrender now and I will speak to my
beloved to spare your lives,” she suggested. “A life as a Cosian
galley slave will be preferable to death in this forsaken cove.”
“I do not surrender, Lady,” said
Brinn simply.
“And why is that?” asked Lady
Saffia.
“Because I wear scarlet,” said
Brinn as if that should be obvious to her.
“And what of your men? Will you sell
their lives so cheaply for your pride? You cannot win against the
naval might of Cos. Let me negotiate terms for you.”
“My men wear scarlet too,” said
Brinn, “You are a woman and you know nothing of our codes.”
“It is a fight we shall probably
lose,” said Tijani. “She's correct about that at least.”
Although he was a proficient fighter Tijani didn’t subscribe to the
formal codes of the warrior caste of central Gor and so he was
perhaps more of a pragmatist in such matters.
“You can surrender if you wish, “
said Brinn. “I understand you already have experience in pulling an
oar on a Cosian vessel with chains around your ankles?”
I saw Tijani scowl and for a moment I
thought he was going to attack Brinn, but no, he simply nodded,
realising what Brinn was doing. “I will stand and guard your flank,
Brinn of the Sardar. Do not fear. Our Larl banner will not retreat
while your Tarn still flies.”
“Good.” And now Brinn clapped his
hand on Tijani’s shoulder. “I call you sword brother then. Here
on this sand we stand together as sword brothers. Our deaths will be
glorious if that is to be our fate today. And if we survive, you may
call on my aid at any time.”
Yishana had been uncharacteristically
silent during this exchange of words, and I could see that this
puzzled Brinn who had expected a far more savage woman.
“Do you plan to fight dressed in
those wet gowns?” asked Brinn as he touched the hem of her sodden
dress with the tip of his spear.
“The Goddess will command me when the
time comes,” said Yishana as she took a nervous step back from the
probing spear point without realising how that might look. Brinn
raised his spear tip slowly as he regarded the Ubara again.
“I don’t know what it is you do
prior to combat, but you should begin it now.” He glanced at the
Askaris who still seemed in awe of her. “A captain inspires his
men. Inspire yours, woman.”
Yishana’s hands moved slowly to the
fastenings on her gown. In the past she had always boldly stripped
the soft fabrics away to then pick up a spear and scream her war cry
with drug inflamed eyes. At times like that she would look ferocious,
mad even. She would laugh and scream and slash at anyone in her path.
I had seen armed men actually back away from her. Now she simply
looked bewildered. This was the first time she had not faced battle
with drugs in her blood. Her hands hesitated on the edges of her gown
and although she parted them slightly, she could not bring herself to
strip and bare her breasts before Brinn. When she was high on her
combat drugs it would mean nothing to her that Brinn might see her
body, but now she felt the fear Gorean women had of being looked upon
while naked by a man. There is a complex psychological element of a
Gorean woman’s make up that teaches her from a young age not to
show herself to the opposite sex. Drugs eliminated those thoughts
from Yishana, but now there were no drugs.
“Well?” asked Brinn. “Just what
am I supposed to be seeing? I have heard of your fierce reputation.
Now is the time to prove it.”
She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t
strip before Brinn or indeed anyone. She felt vulnerable. She felt
confused and she felt afraid. Where was the Goddess? Why didn’t she
feel the spirit of the Goddess deep inside of her? This was
frighteningly new to her.
“I need to speak to Kerim…” said
Yishana and there was a tremor in her voice that was obvious to
Brinn, Tijani and myself. And then she turned and walked quickly to
where Kerim Shah was crouched on the beach sorting through what few
substances he still had in a belt pouch. He looked up as he saw
Yishana and myself approaching.
“Kerim…” said Yishana with fear
and confusion in her voice, “I cannot feel the Goddess… help me…
I do not know what this is… why do I not feel the spirit of the
Goddess?”
Kerim of course knew why, and I suspect
he had been urgently trying to find anything in his belt pouch that
might put Yishana into her battle state, but from the expression on
his face I knew that was now a forlorn hope. Our eyes met and he gave
me the briefest of nods to confirm what he knew I suspected.
“The Goddess will come, Ubara,” he
spoke calmly at first to try and reassure her, “but we are a long
way from her homelands and so you must call upon her with faith in
your heart by doing battle without her aid until she comes.”
“Without her?” Yishana flinched.
She glanced back at the line of Cosian ships now blockading the cove.
Long boats packed with soldiers were being lowered into the ocean.
Catapults were being readied to bombard the shoreline and allow the
long boats to beach safely. “Kerim… I need the grace of the
Goddess! She has always been with me in battle! I have never fought
without her!”
“Today you must, Ubara,” said
Kerim, but I saw that he sensed how hopeless this was. Yishana needed
her drugs. Without them she was no warrior. Perhaps a year ago things
would have been different. Perhaps then she would have been able to
marshall the confidence to at least fake what she needed to do to
inspire her men, but I think her recent experiences as the supposed
slave-girl, Mina, had shattered that confidence, for she had learned
the hard way her limitations as a woman. It had been a rude awakening
for her to find herself naked and collared and subject to Tijani’s
desires in that slave alcove. She had been put to use repeatedly both
by Tijani and her Askaris when they had not known who the slave girl
Mina truly was. Perhaps it was now impossible for her to be Yishana
without the drugs? Perhaps Yishana had been a lie and now she knew
that in her heart of hearts she was nothing more than a secret slave
who had been masquerading successfully as a haughty free woman. Maybe
her fear now was partially born out of the knowledge that she was
vulnerable in the presence of men and that if they turned on her she
had no defences.
“What is going on?” demanded Tijani
as he joined us. He waved his hand at the thin line of Askaris who
waited for their Ubara to take her place in the centre of the
formation. “This is no time to seek divine counsel. Command your
men, Ubara!” He looked angry, and as Yishana flinched at his words
he grew angrier still. “What is this? What is wrong with you?”
“I… I don’t know what to do…”
Yishana’s voice was almost a whimper. She sounded pathetic as the
fear took hold of her, turning her brain to jelly.
“The Goddess…” began Kerim, but
Tijani was having none of it. He brushed Kerim Shah aside and faced
down Yishana. “Do something. Your men need you.”
And there it was. A tear glistening in
Yishana’s eye as she couldn’t meet Tijani’s gaze. “I...
can’t…” she whispered.
Enraged, Tijani took hold of Yishana’s
gown and tore it to her waist exposing the swell of her breasts.
Yishana screamed, a sound that echoed across the beach, attracting
attention that really wasn't healthy moments before the battle might
begin. Yishana reacted to this tearing of her gown not as the Ubara
of the Black Coast might, but as any Gorean free woman might. She
clutched frantically at the fabric and held it together before her,
covering her breasts from Tijanis' view.
“Get out of my sight,” snarled
Tijani. “I will command your Askaris as best I can. Go to the rear
and take refuge with the slave girls.”
“Tijani… I don’t know why the
Goddess is not with…”
“Do it, or I swear I will strip you
on the sand and carry you to the slaves on my shoulder!”
Even I flinched back as Tijani’s fury
grew. I reached out and took hold of Yishana's left hand, pulling her
back. “Come with me, Mistress,” I said. “Let us get out of the
way until the Goddess returns to you once more.”
Yishana couldn’t meet the gaze of her
Askaris as I led her away from the front line towards the back where
the slave girls sat. Her head was downcast, her body was visibly
shaking with fear and her hands were clutching the torn mid section
of her gown together. I had no idea what her future as the Ubara of
the Black Coast might be now, but it was I suppose irrelevant as we
were all likely to die anyway. Already the first of the Cosian long
boats were beaching as hundreds of warriors disembarked into the low
surf, shields and spears raised. Brinn had chosen not to meet them at
the water’s edge as he didn’t want to dissuade the Cosians from a
land battle. I suppose he feared the prospect of simply being trapped
at the foot of the cliffs as the ship’s heavy weapons pummelled the
beach. If he allowed the Cosians to land some men they would not be
able to use the catapults and ballistas. But he wasn’t going to
allow all the Cosians to land. Once they had committed enough men to
the shore line to make retreat impractical, Brinn signalled for his
line of warriors to advance. Simultaneously Tijani raised his spear
and ordered the Askaris to do likewise. Both sides of the v-shaped
vice closed in at an oblique angle at the Cosian line. To meet the
angled attack the Cosians had to swiftly alter their formation to
face out on either side, and this momentary confusion gave Brinn and
Tijani the edge. There was a loud cry that rippled across both lines
as the men smashed into one another and the battle began. The rear
ranks of the Cosians were still partly in the water, up to their
knees, and so the impact forced them back further into the sea. This
made their footing unsteady in the churning salt water and gave Brinn
and Tijani an extra advantage. Also, Brinn had timed the charge to
when many of the Cosians were split up by the presence of the two
beached ships, one of which was still burning to the water line, that
made it impossible for the Cosian formation to stretch from one side
of the cove to the other uninterrupted. The first clash seemed to be
ours, but I knew that the Cosians would learn from this and come back
in greater numbers with greater caution. Here and there on both sides
I heard and saw men screaming and falling. It was a confused melee
but it seemed to me that our lines were holding for the time being
whereas the Cosian lines lacked stability. And then the side facing
Brinn’s line broke and it turned into a slaughter on the left hand
side of the bay as Brinn’s warriors cut, thrust and stabbed at the
broken Cosians. Men ran back towards the long boats, but Brinn only
allowed his spearmen to pursue to where the water was beginning to be
waist deep before he signalled for the retreat trumpet to be sounded.
Tijani gave the same signal and both of our battle lines fell back in
good order up the slope of the shingle beach to stand by the flapping
banners once more.
I could see multiple bodies floating in
the water, some of them being swept onto the beach by successive
waves. Here and there the salt water seemed red in colour as blood
spilled from horrendous stab wounds inflicted on the dead and dying.
Tijani was barking orders again in the
absence of Yishana. I could see that the loss of the Ubara had an
effect on the black warriors as now they were in an ordered retreat
they were scanning round trying to locate her. I ran towards Yishana,
my feet kicking up the shingle as I moved up the slope towards where
the slaves were grouped. Yishana stood there in front of the slaves,
clutching the torn front of her gown with her left hand as she chewed
her lip in anguish. She knew she had to be there with her men, but a
fear that she didn't understand gripped her now.
Have you ever been scared? I mean, gut
wrenching scared? Don't judge Yishana harshly if you haven't faced
that bowel churning fear head on or if you've taken the easy way out.
I have seen strong men fail to stand firm in a shield wall before
when the enemy has charged. It takes a special kind of man to look
death in the eye and spit back. Either that or really strong combat
drugs.
By the time I reached Yishana close to
the cliffs I could see she was reciting an invocation to her Goddess
repeatedly with her right hand raised to the sky. “Nakeisha,
wind-rider, Mistress of the sheltering sky, come to me this day that
I may lead my warriors to your great halls in glory and valour! Do
not desert me in this final hour! I call on you blessed Lady of the
wind – be with me in battle, I beseech thee!” She really did
believe in all of this that she was some divine receptacle for her
tribal Goddess.
I felt sorry for her. She had no idea.
There were tears in her eyes as she called out over and over again to
no reply. The Goddess had abandoned her and she did not understand
why.
She looked small now, garbed in her
pretty silk gown.
“Naomi, you have to get the girls to
some sort of cover,” I said as I scrambled to where they were
crouched next to some rocks. Chloe was already moving some of the
girls further up the beach.
“There is no cover, Emma,” said
Naomi as she comforted one of the girls who was by now crying
hysterically. “Look around you. This is it.” I looked back
quickly and saw that Brinn had reassembled his shield wall along the
sand, meeting once again with Tijani's shield wall, but the Askaris
did not look solid as they always did when Yishana was there to
inspire them. Now a number of the Askaris were out of step with the
shield wall line, almost as if they feared the next attack by the
Cosians. They were brave men – I had seen their bravery many times
before, but they were also superstitious men, and the apparent
breakdown of the avatar of their Goddess had done serious damage to
their morale. It was a bad omen if the Goddess refused to fight
alongside them. I saw Tijani speak to a group of the Askaris as they
looked like they were going to fall back to the cliffside and perhaps
attempt to scale the treacherous pathway that led to the summit. This
was bad. If some of the men broke and ran others would quickly follow
and then Brinn's right flank would be exposed. The Cosians would
envelop him, for he did not have enough men to secure the length of
the cove himself, and we would all die. Well, the men would.
“The slaves know to submit when the
Cosians break through?” I asked Naomi.
“Of course. But we will be of little
value to them. The Cosians will only be interested in white skinned
women.” She regarded me with the knowledge that the Cosians might
feel the black girls weren't worth enough to bother with.
“They won't do that Naomi.”
“I have seen it, pleasure slave Emma.
The Mistress is not the only one who hates the flag of Cos. Go. Leave
us. Practice your submission. You they will keep for their slave
markets in Telnus. Tell them you are a pleasure slave. Your chances
are better if you are not amongst us.”
I looked at the girls who crouched in
the shingle close to Naomi. I knew many of them well. Would the
Cosians really kill them because there was not enough profit in
carrying them back to Telnus? A cold shiver ran down my spine as I
recalled how often I'd been told the black slaves from Schendi were
cheap and plentiful.
“You're not going to die,” I said.
Naomi gave me a mocking laugh. “You
know nothing, Emma of the North.”
I heard men shout. I turned and saw the
Cosians had reinforced along the shoreline. Now they stamped in the
low surf several ranks deep holding their beach head position as more
and more Cosians landed to reinforce the line. I saw Tijani at
spearpoint force the reluctant Askaris into a battle line. He looked
grimmer than I had ever seen him, and I suspect he was singing his
death song lament under his breath. He glanced back looking for
Yishana and saw me instead. I stood there, the sea breeze whipping
back my hair and I held his eyes as if to say, you are a man, you are
standing to protect us, and I will not abandon you. And then he
pointed his spear at me directly and then raised it to point to the
treacherous trail that led up to the summit of the cliff. He nodded
urgently, but I shook my head. I could possibly make it, as I was
practically a mountain goat when it came to climbing, but I would not
abandon the other girls, many of whom would slip, stumble and fall. I
would not abandon Brinn. And anyway, where would I go? I would die
alone in the jungle. I would rather take my chances here.
The Cosian lines began their second
advance, and as soon as they did Brinn's men began to clash their
spears against the iron shod rims of their shields. The cry was
picked up by the Askaris who now began to chant their war cry as they
hunkered down, pushing their shields together and projecting their
short stabbing spears through the gaps in the line. Brinn and Tijani
held the slightly higher ground but the gradient of the slope wasn't
sufficient to make a great deal of difference. The shield walls met
and the butchery began for the second time that day. A shield wall
clash is the interminable grinding of a meat machine, with men
slamming into one another and stabbing forward in a well rehearsed
drill. It is when you look at a shield wall fighting that you
understand why women on Gor are not warriors. A shield wall comprised
of women would be broken and overrun in no time. You need muscle,
bulk and aggression to hold, win and live.
The sheer weight of the Cosian
formation was pushing our combined shield walls back, but neither
Brinn's men nor the Askaris would give ground easily. But more boats
were arriving, with more Cosian soldiers and I knew that our men
would eventually tire and then gaps would appear in our line and
soon...
Yishana was calling out to her Goddess
again. I looked at her and realised how pointless it all was. Even
had she been the Yishana of old, wild eyed and savage, spitting fury
at the Cosians, ultimately the end would be the same. There were just
too many soldiers on board the Cosian fleet. Too many swords and
shields and spears. It seems the might of Cos had been arrayed to
kill the bothersome mosquito with a flame thrower.
I saw the personal standard of Captain
Matias Thiago Alejandra of Telnus, Third Sword to the city and Sea
Admiral of the Second Fleet of Cos planted in the surf as the Admiral
himself disembarked from a long boat to join his men. He was here to
reclaim his woman, and with her, vengeance. The Lady Saffia was still
on her chain leash, though she stood proud when she saw the Cosian
battle lines and even prouder when she saw her beloved's battle
standard. The chain leash was held by Imani, but now Saffia turned
her gaze at the girl and snarled.
“I will not meet my beloved on a
leash held by a slave. If you wish to keep your hands you will
release that chain NOW! Or else I will have a soldier of Cos remove
them both with his sword.” Imani looked scared and faced with this
threat and the likelihood now of it being carried out, she handed the
end of the chain leash to Saffia's outstretched hand and then dropped
to her knees in the shingle.
“Please Mistress, forgive me,” she
said, bowing her head. “La kajira.”
La kajira. I am a slave girl. All
around me the other slaves were submitting to her. Even Naomi. Now
Saffia stared at the slaves, knowing that the tide had turned. A
bitter smile curled on her lips knowing the girls would hope she
might keep them alive. She coiled the loose chain around her left
arm, having no way to remove it from the collar around her neck. And
then she called out down to the shoreline, crying out, “Brave men
of Cos! I am here! Fight for me! Fight for me! Kill these outlaws who
have tried to shame the might of Cos!”
She turned then and regarded me too.
“Do you wish to live, Emma?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I fell to my knees
in front of her and pressed my head to the shingle until she pushed
my face away with her foot.
“Slut,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress. Please do not let the
men kill us, Mistress.” I didn't think I would die, but I now
believed Naomi was right and that without the intervention of the
Lady Saffia, Naomi and many of the other girls might not survive the
day.
Now she turned to Cassandra who stood
in her torn and tattered robes of concealment, her face unveiled,
much to her shame.
“Your brother has chosen to stand
with the sea-bitch and so I will see you enslaved when his body is
hacked to pieces on the beach. You will kneel before me and beg a
collar and I will let you live as a slave-girl in a paga tavern, and
each night I will give my men leave to visit and use you.”
Cassandra turned to face Saffia and the
look she gave the Cosian woman was one of utter contempt. “Do you
honestly believe your Free Companion will rescue you?” asked
Cassandra coldly.
“Of course. Look at the might of Cos.
Your thin line of warriors will soon be dead.”
“And then so will you” said
Cassandra. She produced a small knife. I have no idea where she had
obtained it, but I suppose in the ensuing chaos since our ships had
been driven into the cove it hadn't been all that difficult to do.
“Understand this, Lady Saffia Luna Josefina Alejandra of Telnus, my
brother will fight until he is killed, and when he is killed, I will
then kill you.” Cassandra didn't threaten Saffia with the knife,
but the intention was clear. “Cosian victory or not, you will never
get to lie in the arms of your beloved again, and I assure you the
men of Cos will not enslave me when my brother has been cut down. I
suggest you come to terms with all you have achieved in your life so
far, for I assure you there is not much of it left to enjoy.”
Fuck. I backed away a step, seeing the
cold hard fatality in Cassandra's eyes now. She had no intention of
being taken alive by the men of Cos, and she had decided that Saffia
would not live to celebrate the Cosian victory either.
“Cassandra...” I said.
“I suggest you leave, Emma, before I
remind myself how much I hate you, you filthy little slut.” She
turned those menacing eyes on me and I decided not to risk any
further exchange of words.
I then saw Kerim Shah standing alone at
the far end of the beach close to where the first of the hand holds
on the cliff side offered the possibility of a way up to the summit.
At first I wondered if he had considered scaling the cliff to escape
the slaughter that was coming. If so he was the only man here who was
seriously considering such a shameful thing while brave warriors
stood their ground and died close to the churning surf. But no, Kerim
Shah was watching the battle with those inscrutable eyes of his. He
seemed to be biding his time, waiting for the right moment. His head
turned as he sensed my eyes upon him, and he nodded as if to say he
knew what I was thinking. I watched him proceed down the sloping
shingle, his mind seemingly made up, and I ran towards him partly to
put some distance between myself and Cassandra’s sharp knife. If
she was in some fatalistic death mode, now was not a good time to be
anywhere near her.
“Master, is there anything you can
do?” I asked.
Kerim Shah nodded and regarded me. “I
have one last enchantment. All things come to an end, but before they
do, the Cosians will see true magic at work.”
I watched his back as he walked further
down the slope towards the crumbling shield wall centred around
Tijani. It was no longer a straight line, but rather a concave curve,
shrinking in length as men fell and as the survivors closed up the
gaps. It buckled in places and there were few men left alive in the
rear as a reserve to shore up those parts of the shield wall. The
same was true for Brinn’s line, though it was faring better as
Brinn had the added weight of a second rank.
“One last enchantment then,” said
Kerim Shah as he raised his left hand into the air. Suddenly there
was a grinding sound as if timbers were coming apart and then some
powerful invisible force took hold of the burning hull of the Larl of
the Thassa where it lay beached in the surf and this unseen force
lifted it high into the air. The Cosians on the beach were unaware of
this with their backs to it, but the Askaris and warriors of the
Sardar gazed in amazement as the burning hull span ninety degrees
through the air from the swivel point of its prow as if weightless,
moved diagonally for maybe fifteen yards before it came crashing down
into the centre rear ranks of the Cosian formation as if it had been
thrown. It struck the spear and shield armed warriors with all the
force you’d expected a thrown sailing ship to have. Men were
crushed beneath the burning hull and the impact split the fire
damaged hull apart, causing side timbers to take out some more men on
either side. The shock effect was catastrophic to the structure and
integrity of the Cosian shield wall which was suddenly in complete
turmoil. Brinn’s shield wall surged forward as the Cosian line
collapsed; the Cosians to the left and right still trying to fathom
what exactly had happened. The Askaris pushed forward too, and now
the Cosian line fragmented completely and the men fell back in
disarray towards the shore line where the admiral’s standard flew.
Again Brinn permitted his men to pursue just long enough to cut down
20 or 30 of the fleeing Cosians but then wisely called a retreat
before his weary men would hit the Cosian reserves that were still in
the process of disembarking from the long boats.
I was the only one close enough to see
an ornate ring of white gold on Kerim Shah’s left hand crackle,
blacken and burn out as the ship fell and crushed the middle ranks of
the Cosian force. Kerim Shah winced from the pain of the ring
scorching his finger. He gazed down at it with a sigh and pulled it
from the injured finger, casting it far away. “The last
enchantment,” he said as he gazed back at me
“That’s it?” I said. “Nothing
more?” My eyes turned to his right hand where another ring sat.
This was the one I had previously seen him toy with that day long ago
when we were becalmed on the Thassa with low stocks of fresh water,
when I saw the Askaris fearing the worst, and when Yishana made a
demonstration of her connection to the Goddess by summoning a great
cloud of birds from the sky. The wind returned soon after.
“You know, don’t you, Emma?” said
Kerim as he regarded me. “I've seen how you've watched me in the
past.”
“I think so. You have two artefacts
of alien technology. I presume they have limited charges. You’ve
just exhausted the last charge from one of them.”
Kerim nodded. The finger of his left
hand looked in a bad state from the burn out. “For so long I have
marshalled my dwindling power. But all things come to an end. I have
bought us time though. Time to think.”
There were maybe now 600 Cosians left
at the water’s edge, contrasting with 65 Askaris and 90 of Brinn's
men. But all of our men were tired and sore whereas the majority of
the Cosians were fresh and had yet to fight. It was testament to the
authority of Matias of Telnus that the Cosians stood their ground
after witnessing such a devastating feat of magic. The Larl was now
broken up into burning debris scattered across the centre of the
beach. Brinn and Tijani used it as an obstacle to make up for the
fact that they no longer led enough men to present a complete line
across the mouth of the cove. Tijani lined his men to the right of
the burning wreckage while Brinn lined up to the left.
“Kur or Priest King, Master?”
Kerim was silent.
“It must be one or the other. I know
of no other race in this solar system.”
“You know of the great Game of
Worlds?” asked Kerim.
“I have played it, Master. Several
times.”
“If only we had time to talk. What
secrets you could tell me.” Kerim held up the remaining ring on his
right hand – the one that I suspect he had previously used to
summon the clouds of birds to prove Yishana's link with her Goddess.
“Priest King,” he said. “I was an agent of Priest Kings from
the time before the Nest War. Do you know what that was?”
I nodded. I had heard of the Nest War
which took place in 1967, in Earth years, back when civil war erupted
in the Sardar between two rival factions of the Priest Kings – the
secret Gods of Gor. By the time the civil war was over the Priest
Kings were seriously weakened and unable to maintain full control
over Gor and Earth. The Kurii, their ancient enemy, circled ever
closer to Gor in their steel ships and sensing weakness accelerated
their age old plans. I have no idea how weak the nest is now, if
indeed it still is weak, but Brinn has mentioned from time to time
that Priest Kings have more or less lost all influence over Earth and
they show little sign of their former glory on Gor. Some wounds run
deep and take many generations to heal.
“At the height of the Nest War it
looked like the Sardar would be destroyed, if not the whole of Gor
itself. Many of us fled. I took artefacts of the Priest Kings with me
to aid my survival.”
“I assume they weren’t happy about
that?”
“They don’t know. The Nest was in
chaos. Many things were lost. I hid myself. I am probably presumed
dead, if there are even any records of my service from those days.
One ring was a gravity device. You saw it in action. It had many
uses.”
I suspect it was that ring that
accounted for Yishana’s recollection of Kerim Shah killing men by
spreading their intestines in a cone of red mist across the Schendi
jungle when they were first ship wrecked. If you can manipulate
gravity as a force, you can do many things with it.
“It is dead now?”
“Yes. I knew the day would come. I
regret now some of the more casual uses of that ring. I should have
been more circumspect at times. Some of its uses were not strictly
necessary, but you always assume there will be at least one more
charge.”
“And the other ring? It controls
birds? That seems a little pointless, Master.”
“I do not use it the way it was
designed. It is useful to prove the authority Yishana has. But the
ring itself was designed to summon a tarn – a great riding bird of
Gor. With this ring the tarn will do the ring-bearer's bidding
completely. If you are unskilled with tarns it makes utilising them
simpler.”
“You’ve never used the ring for
that?”
“No. The prospect of riding a giant
bird of prey through the sky terrifies me.”
“But it can summon and control a
tarn?”
“Yes. Why, slave girl, do you hope I
will take you to safety on tarn back? No, I will not leave Yishana –
she is like a daughter to me. A daughter I have failed.” He looked
at her and saw now a young girl, afraid without her drugs,
desperately still calling out to her Goddess with her right hand
while her left hand clutched the torn shift of her gown to her body.
“She has discovered a woman's modesty it seems.”
“So it seems, Master.”
“There was a time when she would run
with an assegai in her hand, naked but for a breach cloth.”
“You drugged her. That was never
really her.”
“I did. It was a necessary part of
her deceit. And now the drugs are gone with the burning of the Larl.
Just when Yishana needs them the most. It is easy to be brave when it
is impossible to know fear.”
“You have no idea,” I said,
thinking back of my encounters with Elizabeth Bentley. “Master, can
that ring summon more than one tarn?”
“I suppose. If they are nearby. I
have never tried.” Kerim's eyes widened. “Ah… I see.” He
glanced up at the high summit of the cliff top. “But to stand any
chance of widening the signal of the ring, we would have to be up
there closer to the sky. I would never make it.”
“You would if I helped you climb. I’m
practically a mountain verr.”
“Very well. To die by a cliff top
fall is no worse than to die by a Cosian sword. Show me the way.”
To the casual eye the side of the steep
cliff rose sheer from the beach cove forming a towering rampart of
stone that glinted jade-blue and dull crimson in the afternoon sun;
its high summit giving way to the dense emerald ocean of fronds and
leaves that marked the start of the rain forest. It looked
insurmountable, that formidable palisade with its sheer curtains of
solid rock in which bits of quartz twinkled in the sunlight. But
there were handholds and my eyes began to map out a possible route
which might take us with some effort to the summit.
“It won't be easy, Master,” I said
as I took the first few steps, skipping up the the stacks of rocks on
my bare feet and hands. I don't know what it is about this body, but
it sure does climb well.
“Nothing in life is easy, slave,”
said Kerim Shah as he cut away the lower part of his robes to ease
his climb. He began to follow me, struggling where I moved with
agility and ease. One thing was sure, I could easily escape the
clutches of a man by scaling a rock face. I let myself become part of
the rock face, not to fear what it might do to me. I worked my way
piece by piece, finding hand holds and crevices in which to lodge a
foot, and each time I found a small ledge it was a success to be
savoured, and a chance to turn and help Kerim struggle further up the
side. Above me I could see gull nests, and the birds gazing down at
us with resentment for we were now intruding into their realm. And I
could see the beach from above, the lines of men now converging on
one another for possibly the last time. Our lines of spears looked so
fragile in the afternoon sun. The men were tired now, muscles aching,
whereas many of the Cosians were fresh and rested. From here the
clash of steel and the roar of men fighting and dying was muted by
the wind. The lines once again clashed, shields smacking hard against
other shields, crushing, pushing, stabbing. We had little time left
if we were going to do this.
“Don't look down, Master,” I said
as I looked down, but then I was also blessed with a complete lack of
vertigo. I had to hand it to the Kurii science – it really had
shaped a near perfect body. No doubt if they had given me a male body
it would have been strong enough to arm wrestle Brinn to the ground.
“I'm not going to look down, slave.
That would be stupid.” Kerim raised his hand, I took it and pulled
him further up the cliff side, his feet scrabbling and sending down a
shower of flint stones where he almost slipped.
And then something smacked hard against
the cliff maybe eighteen inches from my head. Again there were
impacts close by and looking down I saw Cosian crossbow men targeting
us from the beach. Luckily the crossbow is a slow loading weapon, and
so I redoubled my efforts to reach the summit while they began
reloading. Kerim Shah too had felt the bolts chip away close to where
he hung so perilously and he too realised we were sitting targets up
here.
I scrambled up with the aid of a series
of cracks in the cliffside and found another small ledge. I crouched
down and almost lost my head from another volley of bolts. I seemed
to be the prime target as they recognised that I was the best
climber. I reached down again and pulled Kerim Shah up to join me. We
were almost there.
The coastline of the equatorial lands
was jagged from what I could see, like fingers of barnacled rock
poking out with no discernible pattern. I tried to shut out from my
mind the sound of crossbow bolts striking the granite to my left and
right. Fear is your only true enemy, Brinn had always said. Conquer
fear and you will conquer all your enemies. Step by step, foot by
foot, we were making it to the summit. It is not a case of how far we
have gone but how far we have yet to go. Focus on your objective –
always know you will reach it. Down below men would be dying,
crouching in the shingle as their guts tried to ooze out through
their sword wounds. Focus, Emma. One more step, then another, then
up, and... I was there. I knelt on the summit itself, feeling giddy
as I turned and reached down again for Kerim Shah's hand. This time
he seemed weak, his grasp loose but I took hold and when I heard him
grunt in the affirmative, I hauled him up with me. We lay on the
scrub grass getting our breath back and as we did I saw the trail of
blood marking the short line in which I'd dragged him away from the
edge. He had been shot with a crossbow, and unlike me he had been the
more precise target.
“How bad is it, Master?” I touched
him as he grunted and rolled onto his side. A thick shafted quarrel
protruded from his un-armoured back.
“It is not... good... slave...” His
spittle was pink in colour, getting redder as the seconds ticked by.
“So near, and yet so far...”
“Can you summon the tarns?”
“I'm past the point of even
standing.” Kerim Shah took hold of the ring on his right hand and
slid it from his index finger. I think he meant to pass it to me but
he was growing weaker and it dropped from his hand onto the scrub
grass. “Time to discover the strength of your will, slave. Time for
you to conjure in my place.”
“How does it work?”
“It answers your will. That is all I
know. Priest King science is beyond human comprehension.”
I nodded. “Any sufficiently advanced
science will be indistinguishable from magic,” I said. “It's an
Earth saying.”
“I fear for Yishana when this is
done.” Kerim gazed up at the sky. It was so blue and where they
were clouds they seemed like soft white marshmallows. “Her life
will be hard without me.”
“You love her, don't you?”
“Like a father loves a daughter.
Everything I did, I did for her. But this quest for vengeance... I
knew it would be her downfall. I made a mistake there. And the
drugs... they are no longer working.”
“The combat drugs? They seemed fine
last time I saw her fight.”
“No, not those. Those remain potent.
Her body does not resist them. The other drugs. The other drugs I
gave to her every day in her food.”
“I don't understand. What other
drugs?” This was new to me.
“She has begun to develop a
resistance to them. I suppose it is the natural way of the female. I
can only suppress nature for so long.”
“What are you talking about, Master?”
“When Yishana reached puberty I
realised she was cursed. I saw the way her body began to develop, and
I saw the first of her confused desires begin to manifest themselves.
Yishana has the sexual desires of a natural slave, though she does
not know it. I have, since her puberty, given her powdered roots that
suppress the worst of her sex drive so that she could function as a
free woman should. But of late her body has fought back against the
drugs and dosage has grown larger until I fear there is little more I
can do. Her natural desires are beginning to surface. I think you
know that.”
I nodded. Now I began to understand her
downward spiral in that regard. Now I understood some of her recent
recklessness.
“I sought to hide her true nature
because... well, I saw her as a daughter when I pulled her from that
burning house in Telnus so many years ago. I saw those frightened
eyes and I knew I had a new path in life. I have never had children
of my own. My work for the Priest Kings left no time for that, and in
the years after the Nest War I kept moving from place to place,
fearful that the Priest Kings would find me, but in truth I think
they no longer even knew who I was. So many years wasted, fearing to
stay in one place for too long. But Yishana as a small child gave me
a purpose in life. I wanted to protect her, even from herself. Gor is
a dangerous place for a woman who nurtures slave like desires deep in
her belly.”
“Master, I can see our lines
fragmenting on the beach. I have to do this now.”
“Do so. I shall watch while I cling
briefly to life. And when this is done, take my belt pouch. All the
answers you need to the questions in your mind can be found in there.
It contains the records of Yishana's secret history. Use what you
find to save my daughter's life.” Kerim lay back on his side on the
scrubland grass and his eyes strained to remain open as I rose to my
feet, slipped the ring onto my finger and gazed up at the sky. I
raised my hand in a fist and thought long and hard of tarns –
majestic swooping tarns, dangerous, lethal - the very ubars of the
sky.
Come to me, I thought, come to me now.
All of you.
I waited. Minutes ticked by as down
below the Askari shield wall finally broke. I saw Cosians swarm
amongst the tattered remnants of the Askari line, the fighting now
spilling over into a rout. And I saw Brinn's line crack as well,
break into three groups to make their final stand.
And then high in the sky I saw a tarn
with bright plumage, vibrant feathers as is the mark of the jungle
tarn, and behind it were other tarns, for in the wild they fly in
flocks, an awesome sight if ever you see one. I counted two, three,
five, seven, nine. I held my breath as I saw the numbers build to
double figures. On they came with a loud roaring of wings. A tarn is
massive, the largest of the species easily capable of lifting seven
to ten men on a knotted rope.
I felt the metal of the ring seem to
pulse against my finger as the tarns came swooping down from the sky
and obey my will. The Priest Kings are so beyond us all in science
that they may as well be Gods for all we know. I directed a third of
the tarns at the Cosian battle line, sending my avian army in a
suicidal charge at the spear and shield wall. The Cosians did what
soldiers will always do against an air-borne attack – they raised
their spears and formed a hedgehog formation, knowing that the great
birds of war will sweep away at the last moment rather than embed
themselves on the steel points. But what they didn't know was that
these tarns were subject to my will and my will now overrode their
basic survival instincts. The tarns crashed through the Cosian lines
not caring about the spears thrust into their sides in the process.
Instantly the Cosian line was torn apart. Imagine a series of
helicopters just driving headlong through a shield wall at full speed
and you will have an idea of the effect they had. Three of the great
tarns were down with horrible injuries, but they simply tore into the
Cosians to the left and right, slashing men with their talons and
driving their great beaks through shields without a care in the
world.
Now there was no order to the Cosian
line and it fell apart into a mass of screaming men. A few groups of
Cosians managed to stand together with their spears still pointing up
towards the sky but for the most part it was chaos. Then came the
tarns I had kept in reserve. They swooped down and plucked men from
the ground in their talons, carrying them up and dropping them onto
the fragmented pockets of spears that still maintained discipline.
There was no let up – along the whole line of the beach tarns were
attacking en-masse, ripping the unarmoured Cosians to pieces,
rending, tearing flesh, stabbing enormous holes through men's
stomachs and tearing out the intestines like so many red ribbons.
And now I turned my attention to the
Cosian troop ships close to the beach – those that had initiated an
early artillery bombardment and were now poorly defended as virtually
all their armed soldiers had been disembarked to fight Brinn. A wave
of tarns flew the short distance towards the vessels and began to
pluck men from the deck, throwing them into the sea. A few men
attempted to fire ballista bolts at the tarns but it was an
impossible series of fast moving targets and the ballistas were too
slow to reload to get off more than a single shot before razor talons
came down to slay the men manning the weapons.
In all of this Brinn had sensibly held
his surviving men back, fearing that to attack the Cosians now would
put his own men at risk of being torn apart by the wild tarns, and
this was a wise decision of his for I was not strong enough to direct
every individual action of the birds. All I could do was send them
where I wanted them to be and let their fighting instincts take care
of the rest.
The Cosians were in full rout, wading
deep into the sea, still screaming as screeching tarns dove down and
fed on the men like they were worms emerging from the soil. Some of
the men began to swim towards the nearest troop ships despite the
carnage that was evident there as well.
I stared down from the summit of the
cliff surveying what I had done and it made me sick to the core. With
a force of will that felt like pulling back on a leash I pulled the
tarns back into the sky and simply held them there screeching down at
the ships and the terrified soldiers. The surviving Cosians began to
surrender, discarding their swords and shields, dropping to their
knees below a dozen or so enormous birds of prey that threatened to
attack again at the slightest hesitation. The beating of so many
wings sounded like a continual roar as Brinn cautiously sent his
surviving banner men to round the Cosians up. They did so, but gazed
fearfully up at the sky, half expecting the tarns to attack them as
well.
It was harder, much harder to hold the
warlike tarns back than it had been to spur them into battle. I felt
the strain and I knew if I failed there would be bloodshed again, and
this time the tarns would attack everyone on the beach, regardless of
their flags.
But I did it. I held them in check. I
pulled them back further, still screeching their frustration at not
being permitted to feed on the dead. And then, just because I could,
I pulled them high in the sky above me so that I stood silhouetted on
the summit of the cliff, my clenched ring fist raised to the sky, the
wind blowing my hair, a dozen or so surviving tarns screaming their
war cries as they gathered around me.
I was the Mother of Tarns. Hell, I was
practically a fucking Targaryen!
I swept my arms high into the air to
look as dramatic as I could as the screeching grew almost too loud to
bear, and any Cosian who still had thoughts of fighting on swiftly
threw down the last of the weapons. It was over. It was over and we
had won,
Mother of fucking Tarns, I thought to
myself. Mother of fucking Tarns.
And then the ring suddenly sparked,
blackened and went dead on my finger.
I stood there watching a series of
confused tarns begin to wheel through the sky in circles as gradually
in twos and threes they flew away, unsure why they had been gathered
together in such a large flock overlooking a beach.
The Mother of Tarns was just another
slave girl again.
Northern Tracker says
ReplyDeleteWow!
Excellent twists and wonderful action writing.
Just Wow.
Kudos also to Chloe whose art was so good.
ReplyDeleteNorthern Tracker
Tal Emma,
ReplyDeleteRear Rabnk Fire Advance Reload....but it was tarns not Martini-Henry rifles.....
Same outcome.....now give Saffia and Yishana to the men as a reward
Yours were more effective
Dafydd o Abertawe
Tal All,
ReplyDeleteWell Emma does it AGAIN!!!! Tarnstrike, Silvermasks, Cosian fleet
She should be freed and allowed a scarlet robe and warrior training from Brinn because of this!
Give the defeated admiral to Cassandra as a silk slave. She can brand him, collar him, get him circumcised and fitted with a PA piercing.
That ought to teach him a lesson or two.
Dafydd
Nice one blondie.
Dafydd O Abertawe
Tal all,
ReplyDeleteEmma saves the day again. Yay! I'm sure Brinn will find a way to take the credit ;)
This chapter really brought the action to a satisfying conclusion and the artwork continues to be a top notch enhancement of the story!
We don't really know if Captain Mattias has survived at this point. It's the end of the Ubara of the Black Coast and Saffia might become Cassandra's slave, but it will be better if she belongs to a Master.
Matias is still alive as you'll see in next week's chapter. He plays an important part in chapter eighteen. :)
DeleteAnd now that the battle is over, if you think Brinn has forgotten how Simon betrayed his trust, well...
As for Yishana... she has lost her ship, her sorcerer, and is now down to seventeen surviving Askaris, all of whom saw her show fear.
DeleteIt's fair to say she's not at her strongest right now...
Tal Emma,
DeleteBrinn and Tijani are very angry and disappointed with Yishana. Neither of them will support her. She betrayed her loyal Askaris. Emma seems to be her only friend and supporter at this point. Yishana will be very fortunate indeed, if she manages to escape being collared and branded for real this time.
With the survival of Mattias, I suppose I must admit the nasty Cosian wench still has a bit of hope left.
Tal Emma,
ReplyDeleteYdy Gerallt yn iawn ar ol y brwydr?
Is Gerallt ok after the battle?
Well the Taharian wannabee is on the beach so time for Brinn to reward his loyal and brave captain and give Chloek the time of her life!
Come on Emma.. write a story to make Chloek even more happy in her collar.
She deserves it for all the artwork.
I am sure Gerallt faced tbe Cosians bravely and sung his death song in a lovely honied baritone voice in an ancient tongue others cannot speak or understand but can appreciate the beauty of.
Dafydd o Abertawe
Geralt survived with some wounds, much to Chloe's relief, who was watching his crested helmet in the shield wall throughout the battle (not that Emma notices these things and mentions them in her first person account...)
DeleteI've nearly finished the second of the three Chloe short stories ('First amongst Kajirae', to then be concluded with 'First girl of the Sardar') and it touches on Chloe's desire for Geralt as her master, her growing authority on the estate, her handling of the free woman made slave, Urt, and also has a cameo for Lady Donna and her free companion (that will carry over into the third story) as thanks for all her work on the character index to date. Will send it off to Chloe for artwork fairly soon. :)
A couple of additions to Emma's post, after the obvious and almost obligatory "yayyyy more chloe".
DeleteGeralt is in the 2 battle formation pics. In the first he's to Brinn's right In front of the lines and in the second he's with Brinn by the standard.
The next chapters of chloe should show even more of the estate. I'm hoping at some point to be able to do wide angle interiors and exteriors of the whole estate, though that might be a separate 'short'.
Tal Chloe,
DeleteI will be really looking forward to seeing the estate interiors and exterior. I have been trying to visualise how all that might appear.
I'm pleased to learn that Geralt has survived the battle. I have no doubt you two will get together and be very happy.
Tal Chloe and Emma,
DeleteI adress Chloe 1st as she is First Girl
Ardderchog newyddion i pawb
Excellent news for all concerned
I knew Gerallt would bravely stand with his captain and now has a few scars for Chloe to' tend'.
Dafydd o Abertawe
Tal all,
ReplyDeleteSorry I haven't commented before but have been away and the WiFi refused to connect to the blog.
Naomi and the rest of the slave girls are safe, although they might not have realised that they might command good prices in Cos.
Is Lady Saffia safe and what of Yishana, will Brinn's codes allow him to make her a slave as he has allied himself with her, although as Emma has hinted he is not happy with Simon.
Is the key to Yishana's fate going top be affected that Kerim Shah is a former Priest-King Agent and will Brinn think that affects the matter?
The kind and gentle lady Donna of Dover