按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
〃If you do； then you will be our king；〃 the innkeeper said flatly。
King Orden had not considered the possibility。 〃No； your royal family is intact。 If House Sylvarresta falls； the Countess of Arens is next in title。〃
〃Not likely。 People won't follow her。 She's married in Seward； too far away to rule。 If you win back Heredon； the people will want no one but you for their lord。〃
Orden's heart skipped at the thought。 He'd always loved the woods； the hills of Heredon。 He'd loved the clean； friendly people； the sparkling air。 〃I'll drive Raj Ahten out；〃 Orden said。 He knew it wouldn't be enough to drive Raj Ahten from this land。 He'd have to go further。 A Wolf Lord cannot be whipped like a pup。 He must be slaughtered； like a mad dog。
In his mind's eye； King Orden saw the war unfold before him； realized he'd have to prepare to head south； to strike Deyazz and Muyyatin and Indhopal e spring； from there sweep south into Khuram and Dharmad and the kingdoms beyond。
Until all Raj Ahten's Dedicates lay dead； and the Wolf Lord himself could be slain。
If he won this war； there would lands to plunder。 He cared nothing for most of the Southern kingdoms； but he would take one thing： the blood…metal mines of Kartish； south of Indhopal。
King Orden changed the conversation； talked with the innkeeper of days past； of hunts with Sylvarresta。 Orden joked； 〃If the day should e that I'm king of Heredon； I suppose I'll have to invite you on my next hunt。〃
〃Indeed； I fear it is the only way you will keep me from poaching； Your Highness；〃 Stevedore Hark laughed； then slapped the King on the back； a touch so familiar that no one in Mystarria would have dared anything similar。
But Orden imagined that Sylvarresta had been slapped on the back by friends many times。 He was that kind of man。 The kind who did not have to be cold and distant to be kingly。
〃It is agreed then； my friend；〃 Orden said。 〃You will e on my next hunt。〃 Orden changed the subject。 〃Now； tonight； Raj Ahten's army should e here and find that the bridge is out。 I ask a favor of you。 Remind them that Boar's Ford is shallow enough to cross。〃
〃Well； that's where they'd naturally go； isn't it？〃 Hark asked。
〃They're strangers to this land；〃 Orden said。 〃Their spies may only have marked bridges on their maps。〃
〃You have a surprise in mind？〃 Hark asked。 Orden nodded。 〃Then I'll tell them。〃
On that note the innkeeper went back to work。 Soon after； the rain let up； and King Orden took his leave of the inn； ready to set back out on the march。
He checked to make certain that the bridge at Hayworth was down； its huge beams and planks all safely stored； then let his men and horses finish their own brief meal。
His captains had purchased grain for the horses； and kegs of ale were opened for his troops。 Though his men lost an hour in their ride； they felt much invigorated afterward。
So they set out on the road； much renewed； racing all the faster for Longmont。
They proceeded through the Durkin Hills for the rest of the afternoon； marching near the mountains to reach Longmont before sunset。
Castle Longmont sat on a steep； narrow hill among some downs； and had a cheery little town to its south and west。 It was not huge； as castles go； but the walls rose incredibly high。 The machicolations atop the walls were sturdily wrought。 Archers could shoot through the machicolations or drop oil or stones on attackers from any part of the wall with little fear of reprisal。
The stonework on the walls was phenomenal。 Many stones weighed twelve to fourteen tons； yet the stones fit together so cleanly； a man was hard…pressed to find a fingerhold。
Many considered Longmont unscalable。 No one had ever achieved a successful escalade of the outer walls。 The castle had fallen once； five hundred years earlier； when sappers managed to dig beneath the west wall； so that it collapsed。
Other than that； the castle had never been taken。
So as the troops neared Longmont； King Orden found himself longing for its safety。 He felt unprepared for the scene of destruction before him。
The village at the base of the castle had been destroyedhundreds of homes； barns； and warehouses； all burned to their foundation stones。 Smoke curled up from some of the houses。 No cattle or sheep grazed the fields。 Not an animal was in sight。
The gray banners of Longmont rose on pennants on the castle towers； and had been draped over the castle walls。 But the banners were all ripped and torn。 Some few dozen soldiers manned the outer walls。
Orden had expected to find the village as it had been when last he saw it。 He wondered if some great battle had been fought here； unbeknownst to him。
Then he realized what had befallen this land。 The soldiers of Longmont had burned the town to its foundations and had brought in all the herds； expecting a siege by Raj Ahten's occupying forces on the morrow。 By burning the city； they robbed the occupying forces of decent shelter。 Here in these hills； with winter ing on； shelter would be a valuable modity。
As Orden's little army rode to the castle gates； he saw relief on the faces of the soldiers stationed on the walls。 Someone sounded a war horn； a short riff played only when friendly reinforcements were spotted。
The drawbridge came down。
As King Orden rode through the gates； men cheered from the castlebut so few voices。
He was not prepared for the sight that befell him： all along the walls inside the keep lay dead bodies and wounded townsfolk sitting in the open。 Many wore armorshields and helms robbed from Raj Ahten's defeated troops。 Blood smeared the stonework along the outer wall…walks。 Windows were broken。 Axes； arrows； and spears sat stuck in the beams of buildings。 A tower to a lordly manor had burned。
There； outside the Duke's Keep； the Duke himself hung from a window by his own guts； just as Duchess Emmadine Ot Laren had described。
Everywhere was sign of battle； few signs of survivors。
Five thousand people had lived here。 Five thousand men； women； and children who fought with tooth and dagger to dislodge Raj Ahten's men。
They'd had no soldiers with heavy endowments and years of training。 They'd had no great weapons。 They had； perhaps； only an element of surprise； and their great hearts。
They'd won the day； barely。 Then the families had fled； fearing retribution from Raj Ahten。
King Orden had anticipated that four or five thousand people would occupy this castle and town； people he could use to aid in his defense； people he could tap for endowments。
Chickens and geese roosted on rooftops inside the keep。 Some swine rooted just inside the bailey。
Weak cheers greeted Orden； but they soon faded。 One man called down from atop the Dedicates' Keep。
〃King Orden； what news have you of Sylvarresta？〃
Orden looked up。 The man was dressed in a captain's smart attire。 This would be Captain Cedrick Tempest； the Duchess's aide…de…camp； in temporary charge of the castle's defenses。
〃Castle Sylvarresta has fallen； and Raj Ahten's men hold it。〃
Cold horror showed in Captain Tempest's face。 Obviously the man hoped for better news。 He could not have had more than a hundred men。 He could not really defend this castle；