Part 41 (1/2)
”Milord!” the rider cries out as he comes to a stop before Illan. ”There's a force of foot and cavalry on the other side of the river to the west. They were about to cross over a bridge when it suddenly exploded and collapsed!”
”James!” cries Miko in jubilation. ”It has to be.”
”Did you see three riders racing away from the bridge on this side?” Illan asks.
Shaking his head the scout replies, ”No. The whole area was so packed with refugees fleeing your approach that I didn't notice, we weren't that close. I left Gouric to keep an eye on the army across the river. When they could no longer use the bridge, they began moving north.”
”This changes things,” observes Miko.
Nodding, Illan says to the scout, ”Return and let us know when and where that army makes it to this side of the river.”
Giving Illan a salute, the scout turns and races back the way he came.
”Ceadric, send out scouts to see if they can find James and let him know where we are,” he says.
”Yes, sir,” replies Ceadric who immediately moves to comply.
”Could that have been the force those mages are waiting for?” asks Miko.
”Possibly,” states Illan. ”But I'm not willing to bet on it. However, I think before we begin any attack on the mages we should wait until James rejoins us.”
”That would be a good idea,” states Miko.
As a dozen men race off to the north to hunt for James, Illan keeps the column moving ever closer to Madoc.
Ever since they crossed the river, James and Jiron have holed up in an abandoned farmhouse. Their horses were all but collapsing after the grueling race they ran to the river. Outside, the moon has risen and its light casts shadows across night's landscape.
Before darkness set in he used his mirror and found Illan and the others already setting up camp for the night. Still several hours to the south, he and Jiron had decided to rest through the night to give their horses a chance to recover their strength before rejoining the others.
The force they left on the far side of the river had reached a bridge two hours before dusk and crossed over. They then moved south a couple more miles before stopping. When they crossed the river, a rider was dispatched to the fort. Shortly after his arrival forces from the fortress began moving to join the others. Now together, the two forces number close to ten thousand men.
As if that wasn't bad enough, another force was sighted moving toward Illan from the east. Composed of cavalry, they numbered in excess of two thousand. The good news is that there didn't look like a mage was traveling with either force. It would be bad enough with just that many men, but throw a mage into the mix and James isn't sure how well it would go.
His supply of crystals is now gone. Whatever is left with Delia and Illan is all that remains from the supply he brought from The Ranch. He fervently hopes they didn't use all of it, they'll need it when they encounter the forces moving to intercept them.
The farmhouse they are using has been long abandoned. The roof has collapsed on one side and the walls look like they will collapse at any time. The door that once stood in the doorway has long since disappeared. Jiron stands at one of the two windows and gazes out into the night. James lies back on his blanket and stares at the stars s.h.i.+ning through one of the many gaps in the ceiling.
”They're going to attack tomorrow,” Jiron says. Worry for his sister and friends gnaws at him.
”Our horses should be sufficiently rested by morning,” James tells him. ”We'll rejoin them before the battle.”
”I hope so,” he stresses.
”If we get through this battle, we're home free,” says James encouragingly.
”I just wish Tersa had remained with Roland,” Jiron sighs as he turns from the window to glance at James. ”What was she thinking?”
Turning his head to look at his friend, James grins. ”Who knows what girls think?” he wonders. ”She's a strong woman, in lots of way like her brother.”
”Headstrong and stubborn?” grins Jiron back.
”Something like that,” he replies with a chuckle.
From outside, the sound of a lone horse is heard approaching the farmhouse. James immediately cancels his...o...b..as he gets to his feet.
”Stay here,” Jiron whispers as he pulls a knife and moves to the open doorway. Gazing out, he sees a horseman silhouetted by the moonlight. The man has come to a stop and is staring at the house, probably trying to figure out why the light went out. His hands remain free of weapons as he continues to scrutinize the house.
Moving along the inside wall of the farmhouse, Jiron makes his way over to the window on the opposite side. Slipping through, he lands on the ground outside silently and makes his way back around to the front. When he gets to the corner he peers around to find the man still sitting there.
Suddenly, an orb flashes into being above the man's head, startling him. He draws his sword and makes to flee.
”Wait!” cries out Jiron as he places his knife back in its sheath. The man is obviously from the north.
James realizes the same thing and comes out from the house. ”We're friends!” he hollers a second behind Jiron. The orb above the man's head winks out as another appears over James' shoulder.
”James?” the man asks.
Stepping forward, James nods his head.
Sighing in relief, the man says, ”You scared me out of ten year's growth.”
”Sorry,” he apologizes.
”No harm done,” the man replies. ”We've had riders out looking for you ever since you blew the bridge earlier today.”
”Are you from Black Hawk?” Jiron asks.
”That's right,” the man says. ”Was supposed to let you know where he is.”
”We already know,” explains James. ”Tell him our horses are exhausted and we will be there in the morning. Also, there's a sizeable force a half a day away to the north. Another one is closing on him from the east, at least two thousand riders strong.”
”With the mages coming from the south this could get bad,” the rider comments.
”Mages?” asks James. ”What mages?” He glances to Jiron and sees the worry in his eyes.
”Heard from another scout that had come from the south that there are a score of them,” he explains.
”How close were they?” Jiron asks.
”Last I heard they were a day away,” he tells him. ”But that was this morning and at the time they weren't making any effort to catch us, just keeping pace.”
James thinks for a minute then says, ”Tell Illan to stay where he is and prepare for attack. We'll get there as soon as it's light. Hopefully no attack will come before then.”
”Yes, sir,” the scout says then turns his horse around and gallops away into the night.
Jiron hears a sigh escape James. Glancing over to him he arcs an eyebrow questioningly.