When Hope is Lost to Flame
By Alex White.
"Sir, I think
I see something!" the guard shouted out.
Standing on
the top of the battlements, the young soldier waved frantically to his
guard captain. His name was Tallas, only recently recruited into the service
of the lord of the manor, Sir Cathell. Tallas was pointing out to the small
hill, some distance away from the manor, by the time that the captain had
reached him. Several other soldiers were running towards them, as the captain,
a veteran called Ceridwen. Peering into the deep red of the setting sun,
the captain made out five black spots, motionless on the top of the hill.
"Valerin, run
to Sir Cathell," Ceridwen ordered, " Tell him that the Black Knights are
approaching." Saluting, the messenger ran down the narrow stairs towards
the keep. Tallas looked at the captain and stood to attention. His Adam's
apple bobbed nervously as he awaited orders from the captain.
"Sir, what
do you want me to do?"
"Keep on watching
them. If they move, tell me. I'll need to go and see his lordship." Ceridwen
started walking down the dark stone stairs of the outer wall, adjusting
his leather gauntlets.
Using his hand
to block the dying rays of the sun, Tallas squinted at the dark shapes,
some three leagues away. He had not asked to be soldier, but when Sir Cathell's
man had come to the town of Cavershal, to the north, most of the young
men had enlisted. Not wanting to be teased, Tallas had joined up as well.
He was the only one out of the thirty boys who joined, to end up being
posted in the manor of the lord. Suddenly thrust into a society of highly
disciplined, professional soldiers, most of whom where mercenaries, Tallas
had found it hard to adjust to the life in a fort. Now, only a month before
his annual leave, news had arrived from the small village of Dunnbarrow
that a small group of five Dragwynian Knights took control of the village.
Tallas shivered
in the chill autumn wind. The Church of Dragwyn banned in most of the lands
of Pela Orso, the civilised lands. However, the Church had survived a ruthless
persecution by the faithful of the One God and the mysterious Gorlon, god
of Death, not only thriving, but also carving out a small nation far to
the south where they had been growing strong. This was not the first time
that Black Knights of Dragwyn had rode the lands of Pela Orso, a small
war being fought with them only ten years before. It had ended in a stalemate,
the small kingdom of the Dragwyns not able to fund their armies and the
harsh terrain of the Southern Wastes unsuitable for the large scale armies
needed by the Fisher King, Argan.
Now, with a
war in the north against the Antorians, who had come from across the Emerald
Ocean, and advances made by the Dragwyns in the south, Radigund faced the
prospect of a two-pronged invasion. Tallas wished he had never signed up
when the man had come.
When Tallas
had arrived to the fortress of Sir Cathell and given his uniform and weapons,
he found to his dismay that it was the wrong size and very uncomfortable.
When he had complained to the Supply Master, he had been reprimanded and
told that it was regulation that each soldier wears the armour and uniform
given. Because each piece of equipment was numbered, Tallas couldn't swap
with someone and now stood on the causeway that ran along the outer wall,
in a shirt too large for him, a helmet to small and a breastplate that
dug sharply into his chest. Oh how he wished that he had not signed up.
Tallas blinked
quickly. Had one of the shapes moved? It was had to tell because the large
red sun that sunk below the landscape had positioned itself right behind
the hill. He looked again and suddenly realised that he could now only
see two shapes, dotted against the crimson of the hill.
Scrambling
down the stairs, Tallas yelled out: "Sir, sir, they're coming." A couple
of grim faced men looked startled as Tallas ran past them, then rammed
on their helmets and started to move towards the wall.
Tallas met
up with Ceridwen as he entered the main hall of the Keep. The guard captain
had a very worried look on his face; a frown creased his forehead as he
looked up at Tallas. "They come. Damn them; tell the sergeant to get every
archer he can muster to gather in the main courtyard. And tell them to
double the guard. I'll have to go back in and tell Cathell." As he turned
to go back into the keep, a voice cut him off.
"Cathell has
already heard, captain. I suggest you go and see to the defence." The person
who spoke was a tall, imposing man. His tone was imperious and commanding,
deep and resonating. He was dressed in finely embroidered hose and a tunic.
A golden brooch held up a bright blue cloak and engraved on its face was
the seal of Sir Cathell.
"You, boy."
A finger beckoned Tallas, " come with me." Ceridwen looked surprised as
the knight lead Tallas off down the long corridor that led into the Keep.
Tallas had
never been inside the Keep before. Looking at the fine tapestries that
lined the walls, the large vases and rich carpets. Grand statues lined
one section of the hall that the two passed down, as Sir Cathell led Tallas
further into the Keep.
"What is your
name boy?" the knight asked as they walked up to a pair of double doors,
which was opened by two guards.
Tallas tried
to speak his name, but the words stuck, causing him to stutter and gag.
Sir Cathell smiled, his bearded face breaking out of the stern mask that
he had worn for the journey to the room.
The room itself
was surprisingly bare after seeing the rich corridors that led to it. There
was only a large oak table and chairs that surrounded it. On the table,
a map of Sir Cathell's lands was spread.
"Do you know
what this is, boy?" the knight pointed at the map with a jabbing finger.
"Yes, my lord.
A map of Sevain."
"Indeed, and
down here is the land of the Dragwyns. Sit down boy." Sir Cathell pulled
out a chair, which Tallas sat in. It was hard and uncomfortable. "I heard
you are good at climbing, boy. Is that true?"
"Yes, my lord."
It was true, back in Cavershal, Tallas had been known as the lizard because
he had been good at running away and climbing walls. He had been unpopular,
for a reason he could never understand and the other boys of the town had
often ganged up on him and tried to beat him.
"Good. I have
a task for you, boy. It has to do the Dragwyn Knights that I am told, you
saw a while ago. It is a task of utmost importance, do you understand?"
Tallas gazed into the eyes of the knight, then quickly looked away. He
was acutely aware of how his beating heart and how loud his breathing sounded.
"Yes, my lord.
What is it?"
"To the south
there it a village called Dunnbarrow," Sir Cathell gestured vaguely at
the map, where Tallas could indeed see a mark which had the symbol for
Dunnbarrow. He remembered that only last spring; Sir Cathell had executed
a reeve that came from the village.
Sir Cathell
continued, "One week ago, the large force of Black Knights rode into the
village and captured it, setting fire to many home and people. Since then,
the same force has ridden closer north and captured the town of Sichelm.
I have reports of a force exceeding two hundred-foot soldiers and twenty
horsemen. In Sichelm, I have a man who has been able to get close to the
leader of the force. A devil called Tache, who can release the very flames
of... well, that is not important. You shouldn't get near him. What you
need to do is to deliver this message to my man in Sichelm. Do you understand?"
Tallas nodded mutely, clasping his hands together to stop them trembling.
"Good, because
you must leave tonight. The Black Knights moved quicker than I imagined.
The message must reach Petrus by this morning." the knight stood and walked
to a large curtain. Reaching behind it, Tallas heard a bell ring and a
moment later a thin man entered through an elaborate door set in the sidewall.
"Yes sir?"
the man asked.
"Take this
boy and explain what he needs to do in order to deliver the message to
Petrus." Sir Cathell removed a small square of paper from his tunic and
handed it to the thin man. Gesturing to the man, Sir Cathell walked towards
the wide double doors, which opened for him.
"Come with
me boy. What is your name?"
"Tallas, sir.
What do I need to do? Sir Cathell said I must take a message to his man
in Sichelm. I-" He was cut off by the man who hurried him along a narrow
corridor that ended in a thick metal studded door.
"Listen, boy.
We don't have much time. Now, can you read?" Tallas shook his head. "You
only know the symbols? Fine. I need you to remember this message. If the
Dragwyns capture you then you must destroy the message. If they come close,
or you can't get into Sichelm then you must destroy the message. Understand
boy? Good.
The man opened
the door and led Tallas into a small room with a table and two chairs in
it. On the table were a sack and a lamp. Tallas sat down in one of the
chairs and listened as the man read out the message and repeated it until
he got it exact. Opening the sack, the man revealed a set of dark green
and brown clothes and a shot sword that was covered in soot and black grease.
"Put on the
clothes, you must leave soon." Conscientiously, Tallas removed his uniform
and put on the dark clothes. They were loose and baggy, but much more comfortable
than his armour had been. He thrust the sword into his belt and looked
at the man.
"Good, good.
Now follow me." As they walked, the man handed Tallas the square of paper.
"Do you know how to get to Sichelm, boy?"
"Yes sir, of
course. My granny used to live there before she died and we'd visit her
on-"
"Thankyou,
that's all I wanted to know." They had reached a small door, which Tallas
guessed must be one of the hidden doors that opened out from the Outer
wall.
"To reach Petrus,
you must say the password: 'Eachtra Mhelora'. What is it?"
"'Eachtra Mhelora'"
"Good, now
Petrus is in the Spotted Bull. You will recognise him by the scar in his
cheek." Now go. Be there by tomorrow morning. Your lord depends on you."
Tallas, his
heart racing like a hare, started to run out from the door. In the darkness
of the early evening, he was nearly invisible. After five minutes, Tallas
stopped running and looked back at the fort. Every light and torch was
blazing; the wall was full of guards and Tallas for the first time, wanted
to be back inside the walls. To get his bearings, Tallas looked at the
sky, locating the familiar constellations, Pa Gur, stars of truth and Culhwch,
the Great Portal to the Next World. Sichelm was straight ahead, about thirty
miles. In the darkness and because of the hills between him and the town,
Tallas reckoned that it would take all night at a steady run. With a deep
breath of air, Tallas started off, adrenalin pumping through his veins.
At last, with the nighttime
sky beginning to fade, replaced by the warm glow of the morning, Tallas
looked down at the ruined city of Sichelm. The walls of the town still
stood, although the gates had been burnt away. There was a single guard
at the gate, but as Tallas looked closer, he could see several figures
moving along the wall. As he got up, Tallas winced as a sharp pain flashed
up from his ribs. At some point during the frantic run from Sir Cathell's
manor, he had tripped on a rock and landed against a tree, a broken branch
stabbing through the cloth and into his side. The wound had been shallow,
but the impact had caused one or two of Tallas' ribs to break, making it
painful, though not impossible to run.
Stumbling down
the small incline that led on to Sichelm, as Tallas came closer to the
wall, he crouched low in the long grass. He was breathing heavily, the
breaths painful gasps as the pain in his chest grew. Now only some fifty
yards from the wall, Tallas waited as a guard walked slowly past him, a
short bow in his hands.
When the guard
had passed, Tallas quickly ran up to the base of the tall, steep wall.
It was slick and cold in the early morning dew, luckily however the stones
were large enough to make good hand holds. With a grunt, Tallas started
to climb the wall. The climb was easy, made hard by the broken ribs but
soon, Tallas was up and on the walkway that ran along the top of the wall.
Just as he
was about to start to climb down the other side, he heard a shout. Looking
around like a surprised rabbit, Tallas saw a guard running towards him,
bow raised. There was a 'zip' and something flashed though the air. Tallas
felt a sudden intense pain as he looked down at his stomach and saw a black
bolt had impaled him. He groaned, the pain spreading up towards his chest,
dark blood pouring out from the stem of the arrow. Another 'zip' coincided
with an arrow piercing Tallas' shoulder, the wickedly barbed head thrust
through his back. With a cry, Tallas toppled off of the wall and into the
town.
The world spun
as Tallas lay on a bed of straw. The pain in his stomach was like nothing
he had ever felt. He clasped at it, trying to stop the blood. Shouts came
from the palisade above him and a moment later a torch was lit. With a
lurch, Tallas got to his feet and started to run towards a building. It
was a burned out husk, and as Tallas staggered past it, he saw in the distance,
a sign. The picture was only just visible in the spinning, blurry vision
that was clouded with pain. Blood gushed from between his fingers, down
his legs, splashing on the uneven flagstones, as he ran, the head of the
arrow dug against something that caused a brief, muffled scream to escape
his lips. The sign was clearer now, a black and white cow. Running to it,
Tallas hammered on the door. It was opened by an old woman with a shawl.
Looking at the black arrows protruding from Tallas' body, she put her hand
to her mouth and ushered him in. Tallas had just enough strength to stumble
in and collapse on the straw covered floor.
He felt cold,
he tried to move, but couldn't feel his legs. Looking down at his hand,
he saw that black blood was oozing out from the arrow, covering his fingers
and staining a huge patch of his tunic. The world spun into focus as he
looked up into the face of a man with a mass of scars on his cheek. The
man was young, not more than twenty-five, however only his face could clearly
be seen. There was a coppery taste in his mouth as he tried to speak. A
warm liquid made him cough and splutter, a dull pain in his chest making
him whimper.
"Petrus?"
"Yes. What
is the pass word?"
"'Eachtra Mhelora.'"
"Very good.
Now, tell me the message and then sleep." The man's voice was low; almost
a whisper, yet every word was clear. As he looked into the man's eyes,
a deep fear edged into his mind, he started to cry. A cool hand was pressed
to his forehead, which made him feel better.
"Am
Am I going
to die?"
"No, but you
must tell me the message before I can get a doctor." Another gaze into
the eyes and, with tears streaming down his face, Tallas repeated the message.
"Are you sure
that was it?" The man asked, a frown creasing his brow.
"Yes... I don't
want to die... Don't let me die..." A racking sob burst from him as he
started to cry again.
"No little
one, you will not die. Sleep." Fingers closed Tallas' eyes, and the coldness
spread up his body.
The man looked
down at the boy. On the bed, the small shallow breaths slowed, then stopped.
A moment later the blood stopped pulsing and the room was quiet. The man
stood, his black cloak scraping the ground as he walked out of the door.
Another man stood outside, dressed in the same clothes as the first. A
great, black helm was under his arm and he saluted as the first man stepped
through the doorway.
"Sir Tâche,
the traitor Petrus has been executed as you ordered."
"Well done."
"Sir, what
about the boy?"
"Give the body
to the animals. He is one of Cathell's men. I have what I needed to know.
Radigund will fall by the end of next year." The second man gestured to
two soldiers, who ran into the room and dragged out the bloody body of
the boy.
"And the old
woman?"
"She too is
a traitor, dispatch her." The Dragwyn Knight strode down the street to
the wall and looked over the battlements to where, some ten leagues away,
Sir Cathell waited anxiously for the messenger to return.
"Tomorrow,
I will have you Cathell." The Black Knight smiled grimly, then strode away.
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