Robert Adams - The Savage Mountains

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The Army of the Confederation is on the move again. For the Undying High Lord Milo Morai is ready to take th enext step in his master plan to reunite all the tribes which centuries ago formed a single, powerful nation known as the United States of America. Before the Confederation forces lie the Armehnee Mountains, the home of the savage tribes that constantly raid the lowlands, bringing with them destruction and death. But Milo’s forces are about to face an even more dangerous enemy than the Armehnee. For the Witchmen—twentieth-century scientists who have achieved a kind of immortality by stealing the living bodies of men while destroying their souls—have long been at work in the mountains. And unbeknownst to Milo, his troops are marching into much more trouble than they bargained for—trouble that could spell the end of the Confederation!

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“Each squadron will be allowed twelve mules, no more. And any officer I catch wasting a muleback to pack a tent will get my boot up his arse; this be no pleasure jaunt and, if it’s shelter you must have, take it from the Ahrmehnee.”

His swordtip traced a course north from the trade road. “Mark you this route on your small maps, gentlemen. When the last of your squadrons is on the way, I’ll set out on this path behind you with the five reserve squadrons and the remainder of the packtrain. When, eventually, you encounter sizable numbers of Ahrmehnee warriors, send gallopers back for me, then choose a tenable position and hold it until I arrive. On no account is any squadron to attempt either to push through or to retreat before the main Ahrmehnee host! Understood?”

Sheathing his broadsword and signing his men to roll up the map, he smiled wolfishly. “Dispose of loot as you see fit, catch-as-catch-can or equal division, it’s all to be yours, since the High Lord will claim no share, nor will I. Reave and rape and ravage to your hearts’ content, put the fear of Sword into these barbarians. And don’t stick at slaying children, either; nits make lice, and we want to so depopulate these mountains that the bastards will be at least another generation recovering.

“I’ll probably have a few words with each of you, ere your squadron separates from the column. But for now, let’s to horse. Good hunting, gentlemen.”

That had been three days ago. Now Hari’s main body was trotting up a long, narrow, twisting vale, towering dark-green mountains on their right and a swift-flowing rivulet on their left. Between broad patches of snow and dark, weathered outcrops of rock, the ground was crunchy with the stubble of sere, yellowed grass. Only goats or sheep would have cropped it so close.

Up ahead, nestled in a larger, more sheltered valley, lay the village his scouts had found yesterday. They had reported the only adult males to be either old or crippled, so Hari had elected to proceed at a normal march rate, though as quietly as possible so that the quarry might not be spooked and go to ground, and attack whenever he arrived in position. But since the scouts had also reported a number of flocks of goats scattered about the routes to the village, he had sent several squads on ahead to make certain that the herdsmen carried no warning to the objective.

All had seemed well and they had been rapidly advancing when that damned screaming had echoed down the vale, bouncing off the steep slopes on either hand. The screams had gone on and on and on, and, cursing the carelessness of whoever was responsible, while hoping that the intervening hills would keep this alarm from reaching ears in the village, Hari had sent young Sir Oeros and a squad up to try to still the noise at its source.

As they came to where two smaller streams joined to form the larger, the knight rejoined Komees Hari, while the two squads trotted back to take places in the column.

“What in Sword was going on?” demanded the old nobleman immediately. “What occasioned those fornicating screams?”

“Just that, my lord, fornication … rather, a gang rape,” Sir Geros replied grimly. “The squad had caught a girl on the trail leading from the village. She must have been a really beautiful girl, too, for she was still pretty even after all they’d done to her.”

“Did they slay her?” inquired the komees idly.

“They would’ve, my lord, but I forbade such and, recalling what you said of the orders of the High Lord and Duke Bili, I had them leave a pony nearby for her. I should imagine that the tale of a raped wife or daughter would be most effective in persuading men to come back and defend their homes.”

Hari chewed at his lower lip. ‘True enough, man, true enough. But it might be better to send a man back up there to cut her throat What if she alerts the damned village?”

Geros shook his head to the extent his tight-laced helm would allow. “No need, my lord. She was taken by all twelve of the men, I think, and the sergeant as well. They used her badly, very badly. I doubt me she can even walk, much less mount a pony.”

Hari shrugged. “Well, if you say so, lad. And besides, if we can keep up this pace, we’ll probably be on the village ere she could get there, anyhow.”

For long and long after no more tears would come, Pehroosz lay huddled near the fire, shuddering and sobbing dry sobs. But as the untended fire began to die, the shudders metamorphosed into shivers and the sobs into gasps between chattering teeth. Once, through the hard-packed dirt beneath her, she thought to feel the drumming of many hooves. Sure that the dread sounds heralded the return of her attackers, she huddled her aching body more tightly and whimperingly awaited the unendurable.

When a hairy something touched her and she felt hot, damp breath on her quivering flesh, she tried to scream, but her tight, strained throat emitted only a dull croaking sound. Gathering her courage, she opened her eyes to see what fresh horrors were to be her lot.

Above Pehroosz stood old Zahndrah, most venerable of the Bahrohnyuhn she-goats, her gentle, brown eyes pain-filled, mutely questioning the brutality which had been so unjustly dealt her. All along the nanny’s right flank, the hair was crusty and brownish, marking the path of a shallow saber cut.

Raising a shaking hand, Pehroosz caressed the small, neat head between nose and cursive horns. Uttering soft sounds of pleasure, Zahndrah pressed closer, gently nuzzling the familiar-smelling human. Then she turned tail and knelt to display her milk-heavy udders.

Until then, Pehroosz had not realized just how thirsty she was. She looked about her, spotted a small, wooden bowl within easy reach. Reaching for the vessel, she sat up … then abruptly rolled back onto her hip, breathless with pain. After some experimenting, she found a relatively painless position and first filled, then drained off three bowls of hot, frothy milk. Relieved, Zahndrah arose and ambled back out of the shelter.

With the nanny’s departure, Pehroosz began once more to suffer from the cold, so, careful not to let the most abused parts of her body come in contact with the hard, bumpy floor, she levered herself erect But she could not remain so. Groaning at the sharp agony of the cramps racking her belly, she fell to her knees and elbows and so remained until, after eternities, the spasms subsided.

On hands and knees, she retraced the few feet to the scene of her defilement and, fighting to hold down the goatmilk, set her bruised and clumsy hands to unfolding the damp, sticky bundle of her clothing. But, since they had apparently been ripped from her by main force, homespun gown and shift and woolen overshift were only so much shredded cloth now. Only her cloak was whole. Gratefully, Pehroosz wrapped herself in the stained garment. She at first thought the cursed raiders must have stolen her fine fur-lined felt boots, but she found them, finally, tossed into a dark corner.

Before the small fire died away, she fed it bits and pieces of the stools which had been the shelter’s only furnishings. Then, as a cold wind had commenced to angle in, she crawled to the open side and painfully worked the oiled hides down into place, eventually forcing her stiff fingers to properly lace them together and secure their bottoms. By the time she had finished, she was exhausted, and, lulled by this exhaustion, as well as by the warm near-darkness and the physical and emotional stress of the last few hours, she lapsed into a deep sleep, a healing sleep, from which she wakened only enough to feed such fuel as she had to the fire from time to time as needed.

The High Lord and his host camped below the Gap of Vawn, amid the tumbled, ghost-haunted ruins of Fort Buhkuh, until Bill’s and Aldora’s farspeak told him that the keen steel and fiery torches of their far-ranging forces were hard at their bloody task. Then, of a bitter, snowy morn, drums rolled, trumpets brayed and disciplined ranks of Confederation infantry set bootsole to trade road in the wake of the mounted vanguards and scouts. Each of the four regiments had been brought to full strength by the addition of able-bodied former rebels from the Vawnpolis garrison, and those officer-grade types not riding with Vahrohneeskos Drehkos trotted their mounts along as supernumeraries with the High Lord’s staff. Only the sick or disabled rebels had been left in Vawnpolis; plus, of course, the lunatic Vahrohnos Myros Deskati of Morguhn, and his “bodyguards” commanded by the faithful Captain Danos.

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