L. Modesitt - Imager’s Battalion

Head shakes were the only replies.

“Mount up, then.”

When Quaeryt rode out of the courtyard and down the side street to the main avenue, the imagers behind him, Fifth Regiment was riding onto the bridge, but there was enough space for Quaeryt to guide the undercaptains along the railing, until they moved ahead of Meinyt and his vanguard, then through the gates on the south side and across the span to the north gates on the far side, still guarded by a squad from Fifth Battalion.

The squad leader rode over to meet Quaeryt. “Sir.”

“Are there any Bovarians on the bridge between these gates and the wall?”

“No, sir. Leastwise, there weren’t just a bit ago, less than a third of a quint ago.”

“Good. Once Fifth Regiment is in position, you can return to the battalion. Major Zhelan has it formed up with Third Regiment behind Fifth Regiment.”

“Yes, sir.”

In just a few moments, Meinyt rode up with his vanguard, then eased his mount up beside Quaeryt’s. “How do you suggest we handle this?”

“According to the squad leader who’s been guarding this gate, there aren’t any Bovarians on the bridge between the wall and the gate. I’d venture that any forces they have will be beyond the wall. So … we’ll have one of your men ride up to the gates, climb up, and make sure. If it’s still clear, they open the gates, and we ride to the wall. We do the same thing there to see what’s beyond. Then the imagers remove that section of the wall. If there are pikemen beyond the wall and waiting, I’ll lead the charge far enough to break the pikes, and then…” Quaeryt looked to Meinyt.

“We’ll take over from there. If there aren’t any pikes, we’ll lead.”

“They might have a pike emplacement at the foot of the approach, instead,” said Quaeryt. “We’ll stay with the van until we know.”

Meinyt nodded, then motioned.

In moments, a trooper mounted the gates and peered to the north. “The bridge is clear to the wall, sir.”

“Open the gates!”

Once the gates were open, Quaeryt and the imagers rode through them and forward the thirty yards to the gray stone wall. Quaeryt couldn’t be certain, but he thought he heard footsteps beyond the wall.

Once again, a trooper scaled the wall, but it took three men to help him because of the height and the smooth stone face. From the top, after looking northward, he reported, “There’s no one right near on the other side of the wall, sir, but looks like they’ve built a barrier of stones and stuff at the foot of the approach to the bridge. It’s got spears and spikes and pikes pointed our way in it, and pikemen waiting behind that.”

“How far away is the barrier?”

“Fifty yards, I’d say.”

“How many troopers can you see beyond the pikemen?”

“Hard to say, sir, but looks like a battalion or so. Might be more. Still a lot of shadows there.”

Meinyt motioned for the scout to descend, then looked at Quaeryt.

“We’ll take out the wall. Have at least a squad move forward, to shield the imagers once it’s down. Then we’ll do what we can to destroy the barrier with the spears and spikes. After that … we’ll still do what we can, but I don’t yet know how much that will be.”

“Do what you can.” Meinyt turned in the saddle. “Once the wall’s gone, first squad escorts the imagers forward on the right, the rest move forward into a five-man front, measured pace. Pass it back.”

Quaeryt waited until the orders echoed back, then looked to the undercaptains. “Threkhyl, I’d like you to remove the wall from one side of the road to the other. If you can’t do that, then take out as much as you can from the center of the roadbed outward. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then image, now!”

For a moment nothing happened. Then there was a flash of light, and a gust of chill air. The wall vanished, but a cascade of ice droplets clattered to the paving stones.

Quaeryt was impressed, in spite of himself. “Excellent!” He looked at Threkhyl, who swayed slightly in the saddle and who appeared pale. “Drink something, and eat a biscuit or bread. Right now!”

The ginger-bearded imager reached for his water bottle, lifted it, and slowly drank.

“First squad! Forward!”

The first ranks of the vanguard rode through the wide gap in the wall.

“Shaelyt, Voltyr…” Quaeryt motioned for the two to ride behind him as he eased the mare to the right side of the roadbed and moved forward. Then he looked forward, noting that two lines of pikemen, perhaps three or more, had angled the long weapons toward the Telaryn riders, the tips of the forward-most pikes even with the spears and sharpened poles protruding from the rubble barrier at the end of the approach to the bridge.

The good thing is that they can’t easily charge us with that barrier and the pikemen. Once through the gap and against the railing on the right side, with enough room for the other imagers behind them, Quaeryt reined up and turned in the saddle. “Can you two remove that rubble barrier?”

Voltyr and Shaelyt exchanged glances.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then, when I give the command, do so … but wait until I do.”

Meinyt eased his mount beside Quaeryt. “We don’t have much room here.”

“We can take out the barrier, and maybe some of the pikes. If we can’t do that, I can still break part of the center. Are you ready?”

“We’re ready.”

Quaeryt eased his staff from the leathers and laid it across his thighs, evenly balanced. “Don’t give the order to charge until I tell you.”

Meinyt nodded.

“Voltyr, Shaelyt! Image now!”

The flash of light was momentary, and not quite all the rubble barrier vanished-leaving some spears and rubble about a half yard into the approach road on each side.

“Imagers! Remain with first squad!” Quaeryt lowered his voice and said to Meinyt, “I’ll have to lead this charge through the pikes, but your men will have to be close behind.”

“They’ll be on your heels.”

Quaeryt urged the mare forward, strengthening his shields. Even as he rode forward, the lead company of Fifth Regiment close behind, he could see more pikemen moving toward the center of the road.

Abruptly smoke and pepper sprayed into the arrayed pikes, and some of the unwieldly weapons wavered.

Quaeryt formed his shields into an unseen wedge, linking them to the mass of mounts behind him. As the shields impacted the first pikes, he could feel pressure everywhere, as if he were being fed into an olive press or a grape press. Then suddenly the constriction vanished, and pikes and pikemen sprayed aside from the shields. For a moment Quaeryt felt as though he were burning up, but that was followed by a chill like ice water cascading over him.

Ahead was open pavement. To the right, he corrected himself, but to the left were more Bovarians who moved toward the attacking troopers.

He contracted his shields to cover just himself and the mare and eased her to the side of the square he was riding across-away from the Bovarians. Looking around, he could find no one before him, just the empty square, but as he turned the mare, he saw the Bovarian reinforcements meet the oncoming troopers.

For several moments, and then for longer, perhaps half a quint, the Bovarians gave ground, slowly at first, and then more quickly. Then, the remaining Bovarian pikemen and footmen dropped their heavy square shields and began to run.

In less than another quint, the square below the bridge held only Telaryn troopers and the long shadows cast by a sun that had barely risen. All this so early? With a long day yet ahead?

Shaking his head, Quaeryt rode back to rejoin the imager undercaptains, all of whom looked to be unhurt, although Threkhyl’s eyes were twitching, and his face was pale. Baelthm’s countenance remained grayish. “Undercaptain Threkhyl, Undercaptain Baelthm, no more imaging today unless your own life is threatened. Is that clear?”