Chris Evans - Ashes of a Black Frost

Jurwan opened his eyes and blinked. “This is a concept that, unfortunately, the Wolf Oaks are not familiar with. They only know that the Shadow Monarch represents danger, and they seek all aid in fighting Her.”

Konowa ran to the bow and looked forward. The land sloped upward into a short range of hills before the mountains themselves. He knew the river wound its way through them, but he doubted the draft would be deep enough for a ship this size. He’d always expected they would disembark at the base of the mountain and climb from there.

Captain Ervod appeared at his side. “Colonel, I don’t have control of my own ship! If we hit a rock now we’ll be destroyed.”

“Don’t you have things you do when you want to slow down? Throw your anchors.”

Captain Ervod stepped back a pace. “At this speed? We’d probably rip the line right off.”

“If you have a better idea I’m all ears,” Konowa said.

Captain Ervod seemed to consider his options. “Fine. Tell your men to brace themselves. This is not going to be gentle.”

“All right, laddies,” Yimt said, standing a few paces away and obviously within earshot, “start thinking soft thoughts. Find a sack of something and put it in front of you. Don’t be standing out in the open where you can go flying. Get low, grab on to something, and stay there.”

Konowa waved his acknowledgment at Yimt and sprinted back toward his father. “Anything?”

Jurwan looked at him and pursed his lips. “Trying to commune with a forest of agitated Wolf Oaks is not. . easy. Your mother was much better at this than I.”

“Well, she’s not here anymore, is she!” Konowa shouted, immediately regretting it. He knelt down in front of his father and placed his hand on his arm. “Father, tell them. . tell them to think in terms of late fall as their sap starts to thicken and slow.”

Jurwan looked at him with obvious surprise on his face. “The Wolf Oaks were mistaken in not choosing you, my son. You understand better than they know.”

Konowa stood up. “Just tell them. Hurry.” He turned and sprinted back to the bow. The hill range was easily visible now in the growing light. As were the first signs of chop in the water. Rapids. And that meant rocks.

“Anchors away!”

Konowa wedged himself between bales of gun cotton and closed his eyes. He heard the anchors splash into the water and a moment later the port anchor hit bottom, yawing the ship toward the left bank. A moment after that, the starboard anchor dug in, yanking the Black Spike back toward the right bank.

Something snapped and went rolling across the deck to crash into something else. Konowa didn’t bother turning around to look. He lifted his head and opened his eyes to see up ahead. They were still going too fast, but at least they were keeping dead center.

“Captain! Get everyone topside now!” Konowa shouted, hoping he’d been heard.

The Black Spike hit its first rock. The entire ship juddered. There was a horrible screeching noise from far below as the ship passed by the rock on the port side. It felt like a nail being scraped down his spine. When it was passed the ship picked up speed again, but not quite as much as before. Perhaps the anchors and his father were having an effect.

“We’re taking on water!”

Or that.

Konowa wasn’t too worried about drowning in a river with land in sight on either side, but he hoped they wouldn’t have to get wet if it could be helped. The ship took several more hits, jostling one way then the other as it continued moving upstream. Its speed had definitely slowed, but nowhere near anything Konowa considered safe. He saw a large hill pass by on their starboard and had a moment of vertigo as the ship climbed past it.

“After this, I walk everywhere,” he muttered.

He also realized they’d passed through the Deep Forest of the Hyntaland and were now moving into Her realm. The temperature seemed to drop as soon as he thought it, or perhaps he just finally noticed. Though the sun was now well up in the sky, it was a gray, muddy day. Thick clouds boiled above suggesting rain or snow. Konowa felt the first drop on his neck and cursed. Naturally, it would be sleet.

“Not nearly as fast as The Flying Elf, but much more exhilarating,” Major Alstonfar said, crawling up to lay beside Konowa at the bow.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Konowa lied, wishing he had Captain Ervod here. Now there was a man who knew this wasn’t supposed to be fun. “Are the men ready?”

“And raring to go,” Pimmer said, then held up a finger in question. “Is that appropriate military parlance? Would you prefer more formal reports?”

“Major, raring to go is music to my ears. And what about you? Not your first dance, but you’ve never officially led before.”

It took a moment for Pimmer to get the pun. “Ah, very droll, sir. Well, yes, I must admit to a certain trepidation, but-”

The Black Spike leaped into the air as it bounced off a series of small rocks and slammed into a massive one. Timbers from below the waterline cartwheeled past the ship.

“-I look forward to having the opportunity to prove myself in battle and want to thank you again for the belief you’ve shown in me by giving me this chance.”

Konowa looked at the man. “You do know we’re sinking, right?”

“I imagine we have been for some time. Makes things that much more exciting, really. Will we sink before we get there? Will we get a chance to fire the Black Spike ’s guns or will we all have to swim for it? Miss Synjyn will no doubt find ways to make it sound even more dramatic.”

Great swaths of white water ahead told Konowa they were about to get their answer. Her mountain loomed above them now. Konowa risked a look back and shuddered. They had to be halfway up it already. He’d felt a certain degree of safety on the ship as they traversed Her realm, but looking back it appeared as if they were hanging off a cliff. He was ready to jump now when the ship slowed and the bow drove between two large rocks and came to a surprisingly gentle stop.

“That wasn’t so bad at all,” Pimmer said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Konowa wanted to agree, but he was busy trying to throw up. The sound of rushing water battering the bow didn’t help. The icy spray was coating everything. They’d be a solid block of ice inside an hour. They’d have to get off the ship now.

“Arkhorn will be disappointed we didn’t get a chance to try out his handiwork,” Konowa said, standing up.

The first black arrow missed him by a few inches. The second by less than an inch. He was facedown on the deck before the third arrow had a chance.

They’re in the trees!”

Black arrows zipped through the rigging of the Black Spike and lodged with loud thunks into the decking. Others twanged as they bounced off the extra planking. The yammering howl of rakkes broke out all around them. Other, stranger cries added to the clamor.

“RSM, you have the guns!” Konowa shouted. He crawled forward and poked his head up and around a barrel of what he suspected were pickles. Sarka har dotted the rocks. There was little purchase for them here on the mountainside, but great snakes of roots connected one to another, helping to anchor them in place. Rakkes streamed toward the ship from both sides of the river, coming to the riverbanks and throwing rocks in their frustration. Further back, Konowa spotted the dark, flitting figures of Her dark, twisted elves. “There but for my parents,” he said, making a mental note to thank his father when all this was over.

He was starting to wonder what happened to Yimt when he heard the dwarf’s voice rise above the din. “This is for Ally! Fire!”