Part 43 (2/2)
Heat from the fire burning on the far side of the barrier pa.s.ses through and is incredibly hot. Even with the protection the barrier affords, hair smokes and those caught at the edges suffer great burns.
A full minute does the ground move until finally settling down. Illan is the first to return to his feet. Staring up at the blaze which is covering the top of the dome, he asks under his breath, ”James, what did you do?” In every direction, the fire burns. How are they even alive?
”What happened?” comes a voice behind him.
Illan turns to find Ceadric approaching, his head turning this way and that as he looks at the fire.
”I don't know,” Illan replies. The smell of burnt hair comes to him and he looks to where the edge of the barrier touches ground and the dead men lying next to it have begun to smolder. ”Get everyone away from the edges,” he says. ”Everyone to the center.”
Ceadric nods and begins gathering men. ”Up you dogs!” he yells to those still on the ground. ”Pull the injured to the center. Away from the flame's edge!”
Jiron and Scar help Potbelly to the center. During the fighting, he had suffered a severe wound to the leg. A tourniquet is tied securely around his upper thigh to stop the flow of blood. ”Can't take him anywhere,” Scar comments to Jiron.
”Shut up,” says Potbelly weakly. ”Don't need any help.”
Jiron sees Stig and shouts to him, ”Get Miko! Potbelly needs him.”
”Right,” replies Stig and then hurries over to where Miko was last seen. He finds Delia there with the slingers helping Brother Willim and the rest of the Hand to organize the wounded. Miko lies there with the rest of them, unconscious.
”Is he alright?” he asks her. ”Potbelly needs him.”
”I don't know,” she replies and then nods to where the Star has been returned to his hand. ”If that can't help him nothing can.”
Stig turns back to Scar and Jiron. ”Over here!” he yells and they begin making their way over to them.
”Is the entire world burning?” he asks to no one in particular.
”I don't know,” replies a soldier bringing a wounded comrade to the brothers for healing, ”maybe.”
The barrier had encompa.s.sed less than a hundred soldiers of the Empire. Hedry took it upon himself to round them up with the help of other Raiders and bring them to a central area where they could be kept under surveillance. The enemy soldiers who were too badly wounded were given a quick end.
Less than half their force remains. All the recently armed freed slaves perished in the fighting and most of the crossbowmen as well. Of the Raiders, only three hundred are left. Illan is amazed there are even that many left. Coming to where James is laid out, he asks Delia, ”Is he alive?”
”Barely,” she tells him. ”His skin is hot to the touch and he trembles every now and then.” She looks up at him and says, ”I'm not sure if he'll survive.”
”Can't you do anything?” Illan asks, turning to Brother Willim.
”He was the first one we saw to,” he explains. ”What's happening to him is beyond what we can do.” Nodding to where Miko lies unconscious he adds, ”Maybe with the Star Miko could do more, but until he awakens there's nothing more that can be done.”
To Delia he says, ”Let me know if his condition changes.”
”I will,” she replies.
As the fire rages across the barrier, the temperature within continues to rise. Men begin shedding their armor and soon all are wearing nothing more than their small clothes.
Half an hour later, blue sky filled with billowing black clouds begins to be seen through the top of the barrier as the fire starts subsiding. Shortly after that, Miko regains consciousness. Groaning, he opens his eyes then snaps them closed again as light stabs them like hot knives.
”He's awake,” he hears a female voice say, ”get Illan.”
A hand touches his chest and gives a little shake. ”Miko,” he hears the voice say again and then realizes that it's Delia who is talking to him.
”Water,” he croaks. A moment later his head is raised slightly and the neck of a water flask is put to his lips. He takes several small swallows before the water flask is taken away.
”Miko,” Delia says again. ”James needs you.”
Coming fuller awake, he shades his eyes and then opens them a crack. The pain knifes into him again as he's helped to a sitting position. Looking around, he sees James lying next to him.
With fingers trembling from fatigue he picks up the Star from off his lap, then with Delia's help he scoots over to where James is lying. Head swimming and spots appearing before his eyes, he tries to concentrate and bring forth the magic of the Star. The trembling in the hand holding the Star increases as what little strength he's recovered leaves him. Suddenly, the Star falls from his fingers and only the quick reflexes of Jiron prevents it from falling upon James' chest. Swooning, Miko collapses.
”d.a.m.n!” curses Illan.
”At least the fire seems to be letting up,” offers Shorty.
Looking up at the barrier's apex, Illan finds the fire has continued to subside even further. ”That is something,” he admits. Looking down at James, Illan hopes he comes out of it soon.
In no time at all, the fire upon the barrier has completely subsided. When no more flames are touching the barrier, it winks out. Cool desert air washes over them despite the fact it's the middle of the afternoon. After being in the sweltering heat contained within the barrier, even the hot summer air feels cool.
Looking around, they see an area of devastation beginning where the barrier had ended. Flat and grey, the ground looks to have been burnt clean by the blast, there are still pockets of fire scattered here and there. Of the enemy soldiers caught outside the barrier there's no sign, not even bones.
”Get the wounded in the wagons,” Illan says as he begins barking out orders. ”We still have a ways to go before we reach the safety of Madoc.” He pauses a moment and waves Jiron over to him. ”See that James and Miko are put in the same wagon,” he tells him. ”And post a guard.”
Jiron nods and goes to see that it's done.
Potbelly is put into one of the wagons, his wound healed by the brothers. Alive and cranky he gives his friend Scar no end of trouble as he works to get him into a wagon. Jiron grins, if he's got strength enough to complain, he's likely going to make it.
It takes them an hour to be ready to roll. A couple of the wounded that the brothers said were beyond even their skill had to be put out of their misery. Brother Willim sits on the wagon carrying James and Miko as they get underway.
Illan takes the lead when they leave the untouched area where they were sheltered from the blast. His horse's hooves kick up the grey dust which soon clings to everything. They travel for an hour before the ground shows any sign of improvement. From there it gradually returns to its former state. By the time they leave the grey area behind them, everyone is coated with the grey dust. Looking back at the column behind him, Illan can't help but think they look like ghosts pa.s.sing through the desert.
When night falls, they keep going. None wish to remain any longer in the Empire than they have to, especially seeing as how close they are to Madoc. During the night, Miko stirs a couple times and by morning he awakens completely. James on the other hand continues as he has been, feverish and bothered by tremors every once in a while.
Sitting up in the bed of the wagon, he looks around in the predawn light. Not entirely sure what's going on, he sees Brother Willim sitting on the seat next to the driver.
”Where are we?” he asks.
Turning to him, Brother Willim says, ”A long way from where the battle was fought.”
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