Conan the Relentless Part 42
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Count Syzambry was short of stature, not of sight. He was also a warrior of great experience and proven courage.
So he rode forward when a messenger from his scouts came to tell of the missing man. He sent the messenger ahead again, with orders for the scouts to hold where they were. Then he rode swiftly with a small escort to join them.
After joining the scouts, Syzambry dismounted. He needed help to do so, which his men gave willingly, but he no longer had to stifle gasps of pain. After he had examined the ground closely, he needed no help in climbing back on his mount.
Some of the aches and pains had to be stiffness from being too long in the saddle. He had not ridden for so long that he had almost forgotten something he learned as a boy!
He laughed, which seemed to hearten his men. Those who served him out of loyalty rather than greed or fear had felt for their lord's pain and weakness. They were glad to see him leading as he had done before.
It gave them more hope of victory and less fear of the Pougoi wizards.
They had no fears of the royal host. What could a ragged band of fugitives half their strength, fighting on behalf of a woman, really hope to do?
The count's laughter ended quickly as another messenger cantered up.
This one was of the Pougoi, and the Star Brothers spoke through his mouth. They also heard through his ears but did not, to the best of Syzambry's knowledge, see through his eyes.
"Hail, Brothers. I wish I had better news," the count said.
"What is it?" The Star Brothers had learned enough of war in recent days to know the value of time.
Syzambry explained what the disappearance of the scout might mean. "Of course, he may simply have fled in fear," the count ended. "If so, I give you leave to hunt him down as you wish."
That was an invitation for the Star Brothers to use their magic to bring the scout to heel. The count had offered such invitations several times since his host marched. Each time, the Star Brothers had refused.
They either had less magic than they claimed, or they feared the spells of Marr the Piper more than they admitted.
It hardly mattered. If the Star Brothers could remove Marr from the balance of the coming battle, the count was sure of victory. Then, before the wizards could become suspicious, it would be time to settle with them.
"We do not wish to spend our strength against a single common man," the messenger replied. "His death would prove nothing, except our presence with this host."
At last, something like a reason for the silence of the Star Brothers!
Syzambry doubted that the royal captains were ignorant of the Star Brother's presence. If they had been, the scout would tell them soon enough, and it would need no magic to loose his tongue. Hot irons would serve as well.
Still, if the Star Brothers wished their presence concealed to the last, it did Syzambry no harm to humor them. The more they thought he did their bidding, the less they would be on their guard after the battle.
"Very well," Syzambry said. "I judge that we should slow our advance, however. The scouts must walk two, even four, in company, with archers close at hand. Also, I think I shall send more scouts out to either flank. A royal captain has thought to s.n.a.t.c.h a man of our vanguard. His next scheme may be to ambush it. If we can find the rear of those ambushers before they find our flank-"
"Such matters of war we leave to you," the messenger said.
That was exactly where they belonged, the count considered. If the Star Brothers ever tried to take the command of his host from him, he might have to fight a battle to his rear as well as to his front.
Conan had seen councils of war meet in better heart. Most of those, however, were composed of fools who did not know the chances of the forthcoming battle. A few had met before battles where the odds were so much in their favor that only a fool could waste strength in worrying.
None of the men and women here in the royal tent were fools. All of them knew that tomorrow's battle was one against long odds, and that it could go either way.
They also knew that, win or lose, it would bring a decision in the war in the Border Kingdom. The land would not be harried for years by the contending hosts, until no babe could be born or crop harvested in safety.
"Rather than bring that fate to the land, I would flee to the Black Coast," Chlenna said. "I would even drive my dagger into my own breast and dash Prince Urras's brains out on the nearest rock."
Decius flinched at hearing such words from Chienna, and he shot an anguished look at the woman he might have loved. Would have loved, save for the whim of the G.o.ds that made her his half-sister.
Conan hoped for Decius's sake that he would soon grow used to plain-spoken women of iron will. The captain-general seemed resolved to wed one, and she would not change to please him or any man.
"Let's not be burying our cause before it has stopped breathing," Conan said. "With all due respect, Your Majesty."
"How much respect do you think is due a queen, Captain Conan?" Chienna asked. Her face was hard, but Conan thought he saw a hint of a smile at one corner of her mouth and more than a hint of laughter in her wide eyes.
"As much as she earns," Conan said, and this time not only Chienna but the rest of the council laughed aloud.
Talk turned swiftly to the morrow's battle. Knowing that the Star Brothers were among the count's host somewhat confined the scope of their plans now.
Marr the Piper had to be protected. He was confident that he could hold back the Star Brothers' spells; he was not sure that he could leave the Star Brothers helpless against a well-wielded sword.
As for striking down them or anyone else with his magical piping-
"The G.o.ds did not make me fit to do that," Marr said firmly.
"Fit, or willing?" Decius asked.
"Peace, my lord Decius," the queen said. "Thyrin, you seem eager to speak."
"Marr is telling no more than the truth," the Pougoi chief said. "His spells are not to be wielded as a sword, like those of the Star Brothers. They are more kin to a s.h.i.+eld, or to a good leather helm."
Conan hoped that Marr's piping would be more like iron than leather.
Leather helms had a way of letting the skull within them shatter at a shrewd blow. If he was going to fight with magic as a friend as well as a foe, Conan wanted the friends to overmatch the foes.
He also wanted to know if Thyrin was telling the truth or merely favoring Marr in the hope that he would finally declare for Wylla.
Having his daughter wed to the legendary Marr the Piper could make Thyrin mighty in the land, not just among the Pougoi.
He would certainly be undisputed chief among any Pougoi who lived to see tomorrow's sunset.
As to how they would array the royal host-if five hundred men deserved that t.i.tle-much would have to wait on the morrow. They could resolve to march in such order that the arraying would be swift. It would also be as well if Queen Chienna were in a safe place, or at least in a well-guarded one.
"Give the queen first claim on any men we can spare from the fighting line," Marr said. Wylla threw him a stricken look, and he patted her hand.
"No, this is not folly. I am no great warrior, but I am fleet of foot.
What my spells cannot turn aside, I wager I can outrun."
This was wagering the fate of the Border Kingdom on Marr's feet, but little save a dry throat would come of stating what all knew. Conan was silent.
As if she had read the Cimmerian's thoughts, Chienna rose. "Good people, We judge this council to have done all it can. Mistress Raihna, will you do Us the favor of pouring the wine?"
Count Syzambry would not have fought on this day, or on this ground, had he been free to choose.
He was not. His scouts had advanced unmolested until they came up against the royal vanguard. That it was the Palace Guard was no surprise. That the giant Cimmerian was captain over it was. That giant would be shorter by a head by sunset, Syzambry resolved.
First, though, he had to win the battle, and to win, he had to fight.
He could not fight on ground that would let him array his whole host, not without retreating. That would dishearten some of the weaklings, and perhaps provoke the Star Brothers. Their silence since dawn was a blessing from the G.o.ds; Syzambry would not cast it aside now.
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