Part 12 (1/2)

”They're attacking our own men. General Ket had separated her brigades from the army, and Hilanska is attacking her!”

”Ride!” Tamas bellowed, digging his heels in, feeling his stallion leap forward.

The three of them galloped through the Adran camp and then southwest, following the trail of his brigades. The sweat poured down Tamas's face despite the cool wind racing past. What had happened? How could a disaster of this magnitude occur? He was going to find Ket and string her up by her own bootlaces.

They rode several miles along the main highway, and with each crested hill Tamas got a slightly better glimpse of the forces arrayed to their south. His heart thundered in his chest and he clung to the neck of his horse, urging more speed.

They reached the rear of the Adran lines. Soldiers leapt out of their way as they thundered through. Tamas spotted the command tent placed at the height of a hillock overlooking the artillery and veered toward it. Soldiers were beginning to look curiously in his direction, but he ignored them, pus.h.i.+ng on.

He leapt from his mount, tossing the reins to a startled infantryman, and advanced on the command tent. He threw back the flaps. ”d.a.m.n it, Hilanska, what is going on here?”

Several dozen eyes stared at him in dumb confusion.

”Well?” Tamas asked.

Chaos broke out among the a.s.sembled officers. There were protestations and exclamations and hands reaching for him. More than one chair was knocked over as men sprang to their feet. A cacophony of voices all tried to speak to him at once.

”Quiet down!” Olem roared.

”Thank you, Olem. Now, tell me, what's going on here?” Tamas searched for familiar faces and was saddened to see so few. Had they lost that many men since he'd been gone?

”We're about to commence battle with the traitor General Ket,” a colonel said from the back.

”Like pit we are,” Tamas said. ”Olem... no, Vlora. Take a white flag across the valley. I want Ket here in person within the hour to give me an explanation as to what's happening.”

”She won't come,” the same colonel spoke up. ”She refuses to see our messengers.”

”She'll see me. Was that the Wings of Adom's colors I saw above Ket's camp?”

A female general whom Tamas only vaguely recognized gave him an uncertain nod.

”Then bring me Brigadier Abrax as well, or whoever is in charge. Dismissed, Captain.”

Vlora snapped a sharp salute and left the tent at a sprint.

”Wheel our artillery to face south,” Tamas ordered. ”I want all of our cavalry on our eastern flank-and I do mean all of them. Split them into three groups and wait for my order. The Kez are preparing to advance. They'll come on at about ten o'clock, or I'm a horse's a.s.s. Keep our men facing Ket's troops, but make it d.a.m.ned clear that they are not to engage their fellow Adrans. If the Kez think we're about to attack our own men, they are going to get a d.a.m.ned big surprise. Get to it!”

The tent burst into a flurry of motion.

”General Hilanska,” Tamas said, ”what are you doing? Sneaking out the back? Get over here.”

Hilanska approached along the side of the tent, a wary eye on Tamas. ”Sir?” he asked quietly.

”Come with me.” Tamas threw back the tent flap. ”Move the command tent up the hillside about forty paces,” he said to the guards outside. ”I want to be able to see everything going on in that valley.” He strode up the hill toward the spot he'd indicated, beckoning Hilanska along with him. His body ached from the ride, exhaustion tugged at his muscles, but the excitement of the battle made his fingers twitch.

When they reached the top, he turned to Hilanska, but his words caught in his mouth. ”Are you all right?” he asked.

A sheen of sweat had appeared on Hilanska's brow. His collar was already soaked, and he was picking nervously at the b.u.t.tons of his jacket. Four provosts had trailed them up the hill and stood back at a respectful distance.

”Fine, sir,” Hilanska said, dabbing at his cheeks. ”What was it you wanted?”

Tamas turned toward the Kez forces. There were at least two hundred and sixty thousand infantry out there, along with twenty thousand or so cavalry. It was a sight to behold, but he couldn't let the grandeur of it impress him. He had work to do.

”Hilanska, I want you to put your best gun crews there and there,” he said, pointing. ”I want them to rain down everything they have on... Hilanska, are you listening, I...” Tamas felt a sharp pain in his side. He scowled and rubbed at the spot. ”Like I was saying, I want them to...”

Tamas felt himself shoved forward suddenly and heard a shout. He whirled, a curse on his lips.

Olem was shouting, his sword drawn, and was suddenly set upon by all four of the provosts who had followed them up the hill. Hilanska was behind the provosts, a dagger in his one hand.

”What the b.l.o.o.d.y pit is going on?” Tamas demanded. He reached for the b.u.t.t of his pistol instinctively, but his fingers slipped on it. He held them up, blinking back a sudden dizziness. Their tips were red.

He'd been stabbed.

Hilanska had b.l.o.o.d.y well stabbed him.

The one-armed general turned and fled down the hill.

Tamas sat in the gra.s.s, his jacket stripped from him and his s.h.i.+rt soaked with blood, trying to make sense of what had happened.

A surgeon sat behind him with his hands under Tamas's arms while another cut away his s.h.i.+rt and began to examine the stab wound between his ribs. Not ten paces away, the bodies of two Adran provosts were being carted away, while a third surgeon tended to a gash across Olem's forehead.

Hilanska had betrayed him. That much was clear. But how deep did it go? How long had the betrayal been in the works? Had Hilanska let Budwiel's walls fall, trapping Tamas behind enemy lines months ago? Hilanska had to be behind this schism with General Ket, working to ensure the annihilation of the entire Adran army.

”Olem!” Tamas had to know more. The most important question was, Did Hilanska have accomplices?

Olem appeared a moment later, pressing a fresh bandage against his forehead. ”Sir?”

”Fine swordsmans.h.i.+p there,” Tamas said. Olem had held off all four provosts until help could arrive. ”Did any of them survive?”

”Thank you, sir. Two of them survived. One will die by morning. The boys were rough on them when they saw that you were wounded.”

”Rough won't even begin to cover it,” Tamas said. ”Go find out what they know.”

”Shouldn't I go after Hilanska, sir?”

Tamas hesitated. ”I don't know whom to trust,” he said quietly. ”Get two squads together-see if you can find any of your Riflejacks-and send them after Hilanska. I want you to stay close.”

”Yes sir.”

Tamas swore under his breath as one of the surgeons poked a finger at his wound. ”Bandage it up and get me some black powder. It didn't hit a lung. I'll live.” He beat the surgeons back with one hand and got unsteadily to his feet. The pain in his side was sharp now, and he was reminded of a similar wound he'd taken in Gurla twenty years before. He had been bedridden for weeks and nearly succ.u.mbed to infection.

He didn't have time for that now.

In the valley below them he saw that the Wings of Adom had taken up a defensive ring around Ket's camp and had dug in with fortifications not unlike the kind Tamas had used against Beon je Ippile's cavalry-though not nearly as deep. He spotted Vlora racing along on her charger, white flag snapping in the wind. She reached the Wings' lines and after a few tense moments was allowed past.

The Kez continued to fall into line. Their army looked immense-and it was-but its size made it ponderous. Tamas adjusted his initial guess that they'd attack by ten. They wouldn't be ready until at least noon. Maybe one. They would attack straight out, using their superior numbers to surround and overwhelm General Ket's camp.

Tamas cracked a powder charge and sprinkled a bit on his tongue. Once the initial shock of the powder trance pa.s.sed, he felt younger and stronger and the pain from the knife wound was nothing but a tickle in the back of his mind.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tamas saw Olem approaching.