Part 39 (2/2)
Jiron takes in the situation. Without James to worry about, he probably would have little difficulty with these guys. But with him to protect and pursuit on the way, he just isn't sure what to do.
He begins backing into the alley away from them and watches as another ten shadows detach themselves from the dark and join the ones already moving his way. The street behind the approaching shadows begins to lighten up and the sound of running feet can be heard approaching.
One of the shadows from the edge of the alley says something and the one who appears to be the leader of the group barks out a command. Suddenly they all become still as they melt back into the shadows to either side of the alley.
Jiron realizes they're trying to remain unnoticed by those approaching. And then they will finish dealing with him. He decides to take a chance and when those running along the street begin to pa.s.s in the front of the alley, he shouts out, ”Okay boys, let's take 'em out!”
The men pa.s.sing by come to a sudden stop and turn to look in the alley. The light from their torches reveals the thieves standing against the walls of the alley, their knives out. One of the men on the street shouts a command and three crossbow bolts fly into the alley. Thieves cry out as they're struck by the bolts and fall to the ground. The men out on the street then rush into the alley with their swords drawn as they move to attack.
The leader of the thieves shouts something to the approaching men, but whatever he says fails to have any effect. Left with little choice, the thieves proceed to defend themselves against the attackers.
Jiron watches in satisfaction as the men and thieves begin to fight. He moves to the rear of the alley, away from the fighting and hunts for a way out. Near the end he finds a closed door. Carrying James over to it he checks it and finds it locked. Drawing his knife, he uses it on the lock and manages to get it open. Pa.s.sing through the door, he glances one last time at the embattled men and grins as he closes it behind him and resets the lock. The thieves are getting the worst of it.
The sound of fighting follows him as he makes his way further into the dark room, searching for a way out. In total darkness he stumbles about, once almost losing his balance as he trips over a small stool sitting in the middle of the floor. He eventually comes across the door. Opening it a crack, he looks out onto a dark hallway that has a faint light coming in through an open doorway further down.
Moving down the hallway, he reaches the doorway where the light is emanating from. Peering in, he sees an empty living room. The light turns out to be moonlight coming in through a window by the front door. He cautiously makes his way though the living room to the window where he looks out onto the street. First one way, then the other, he checks to make sure no one is out there. Not seeing anyone, he moves to the door and opens it slowly.
Suddenly, banging can be heard coming from the door to the alley, the fighting back in the alley must have come to an end. Floorboards creak overhead as the owner of the house is awakened and begins making his way down to see what all the commotion is about.
Jiron slips out the front door and shuts it behind him. His shoulders begin to ache from James' dead weight as he quickly makes his way along the side of the street, trying his best to keep to the shadows. He pa.s.ses several buildings until he comes to an inn on the right. Ducking down the alley on this side of the building, he hears his pursuers entering the street from the house he just left. For a brief moment he wonders what happened to the men who had originally accosted him in the alley, but that question will have to remain unanswered.
As silently as possible, he makes his way down the alley to the courtyard behind the inn. The gate is open and he hurries through just as the pursuers pa.s.s the mouth of the alley he just vacated, on their way to search for him further down the street.
He glances back down the alley, thankfully discovering none of those hunting for him had thought to come this way. Setting James down against the inner wall of the courtyard, he makes his way over to the stables, in search of a couple of horses.
Once within the stables, he finds a stableboy asleep in a small room at the far end. He wakes him up by placing a knife at his throat and motions for him to remain quiet. The boy nods and remains quiet as Jiron ties him up and places a gag in his mouth to keep him quiet. Then he goes back to the horses and begins saddling two of them.
After he's saddled them, he returns to where he left James. Picking him up, he carries him over to the stable where he puts him on one of the horses. Taking out a length of rope, he ties him securely to the saddle. Once James is secured, he goes over to where the stableboy is tied up and places ten gold pieces on the ground before him. He points to the gold and then to the horses and the stableboy nods his head. Whether he understands the gold is for the horses' owners or not, Jiron isn't sure, but his conscience is clear.
Mounting up, he takes the reins of James' horse and leads him out of the stables to the courtyard. Pausing momentarily at the entrance to the alley, he makes sure it's clear before leaving the courtyard and entering into the alley. He makes his way toward the end of the alley where he again pauses to look in either direction down the street.
For the moment, the street appears deserted, but he can hear commotion on neighboring streets as the search for them continues. He enters the street with James' horse in tow and begins heading toward the part of town that seems to have the least amount of disturbance going on.
Moving as quickly as he can, he continues along toward the edge of town, somehow avoiding the roving patrols. Coming out of an alley he sees the wall ahead of him. Keeping close to the buildings, he rides along in the shadows until reaching a gate. Where before there had been but two guards, now they have been increased to a squad of twenty and the gate is shut and locked. His plan to ride through the guards at the gate is no longer feasible, he'll have to find another way out of the city.
Realizing he's now sitting on useless horses, he makes his way to a side alley and dismounts. James begins mumbling incoherently as Jiron removes him from his horse. ”Not now!” he whispers vehemently to him. The last thing he needs is for James' nonsensical ramblings to attract notice.
Once removed from the horse, James continues to mumble, thankfully not very loud. He throws him across his shoulders again as he quickly makes for the wall. Upon reaching it, Jiron pushes him up and rests him across the top before he climbs up next to him. He then carefully lowers him down to the other side and then swings over as he lets go, feet landing on the ground next to where James had settled. It doesn't take him long to realize that he is now on the opposite side of the town from where his horse waits for him.
Shouldering James once more, he begins making his way to the other side of town, detouring occasionally when a search party on horseback comes into view. During one such time while he was hiding among some bushes, waiting for a search party to pa.s.s, he notices that James' eyes were open and looking around.
”You awake now?” he asks him.
James nods his head yes, but is still having trouble talking, slurring his speech so bad as to be unintelligible.
”Can you walk?” Jiron asks.
He shakes his head no.
”d.a.m.n!” Jiron silently exclaims as he hoists James across his shoulders yet again and hurries along. When he comes to the spot where he had left his horse, he finds that it's no longer there. He quickly looks around the area but finds no trace of it anywhere. Someone must've come along and helped themselves to it.
Without horses, they're not likely going to make it very far. He sits James down and says, ”Stay here!” When he gets no response, he asks, ”Understand?”
James gives him a wobbly nod.
”I'll be back. I need to get a couple horses,” he tells him. Leaving him hidden there among the bushes, Jiron moves through the night until he sees two riders riding leisurely back into town. They're not in any hurry. Perfect!
Angling to intercept them, he races through the dark. The moon above enables him to see the terrain well enough to keep from tripping over the desert shrubs. Just a dark shadow in the night, he maneuvers until he's directly behind them.
The riders talk to each other, occasionally laughing at the witticism of the other, totally oblivious to the impending attack coming up behind them. He paces them for several feet until the s.p.a.ce between the two horses closes to just the right distance. Then, running as fast as he can, he races to catch them. As he nears, he jumps and grabs each from behind and pulls them backward off their horses.
As the two men hit the ground, Jiron draws his knives and advances on the one getting to his feet first. He kicks out and connects with the man's middle, knocking him over again and then attacks with his knives before the man has a chance to recover. A quick stab through the chest ends the man's life.
Jiron turns to face his partner who is now ready with sword and s.h.i.+eld. The man thrusts with his sword, Jiron able to deflect it easily to the side. He tries to counterstrike with his other knife but it's knocked aside by the man's s.h.i.+eld.
They circle each other for a second then the man strikes out with an overhand blow that Jiron has to sidestep to avoid. As the sword swings past him, Jiron strikes out with one of his knives and scores a cut along the man's sword arm.
Angered, the man advances rapidly and begins attacking him with a flurry of blows that Jiron easily avoids or deflects aside. He continues to defend against the man's attack, waiting for his chance. Patience is often a knife fighter's best friend.
Suddenly, the opening presents itself and he strikes out at the man's sword arm. The man cries out as his sword drops to the ground after Jiron's knife severs the tendons in his arm. He pushes Jiron back with his s.h.i.+eld as he cradles his arm, trying to stop the blood from pumping out.
Jiron goes on the offensive and after a quick series of blows which the man cannot defend against with just a s.h.i.+eld, he sinks to the ground, eyes vacant as death takes him. Jiron wipes his knives on the man's tunic before returning them to their sheaths. Gathering the horses, he mounts one and takes the reins of the other as he rides back to where he left James. It takes a minute to locate the exact spot where he left him, but a hushed call from James leads him there.
He gets down from his horse to help James into the saddle. No sooner is James in the saddle then the hoof beats of a patrol is heard coming their way. Jiron takes a piece of rope and quickly secures him to the saddle, all the while listening to the patrol coming closer and closer. Finished with securing James, he quickly mounts and they wait in silence as the patrol pa.s.ses by in the dark. He then leads them out into the desert, away from the city. Behind them, the sound of patrol begins to recede in the distance as they move further away. Once the sound of the patrol can no longer be heard, Jiron brings the two horses to a gallop as they begin to cover the miles quickly. After traveling for some time, he hears James holler, ”Stop!”
He brings the horses to a halt and then looks back to see James untying himself. Slipping off the horse, James doubles up and begins to retch into the dirt. Once his stomach is again under control, he stands back up and leans against his horse for support.
”You okay?” Jiron asks.
”Better,” he a.s.sures him, his speech only slightly affected.
”What happened to you?” Jiron asks, dismounting and coming over to him.
”Not really sure,” he replies. ”I remember you leaving and then things get kind of fuzzy after that. I remember being carried over your shoulder through town, or at least parts of it. But nothing really clear until a short time ago when I came to on the horse.”
Jiron relates to James the events from when he returned to the camp and found him being loaded onto the wagon until now. ”They must've done something to you,” he states.
”I agree,” he says. ”Probably a drug of some kind.”
”Think so?” Jiron asks.
”It would make sense,” he replies. ”A mage who's drugged wouldn't be able to focus clearly and do magic. Actually, it was quite effective.” Holding his head, he looks to Jiron.
”I would say so,” he agrees. ”Can you do magic now?”
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