Paul Kemp - Twilight Falling

Even among his own kind, though, Dreeve's height and musculature caused him to stand out. He took a step forward and made a cutting gesture with his hand. The rest of the pack fell silent.

"Humans, I feared the night frightened you away from our deal."

At that, the other gnolls yelped with laughter. Cale feigned a smile while he scanned the pack. He picked the gnoll standing to Dreeve's right, the second largest of the pack, and stalked up to him. He let his smile fade.

"Amused?"

The other gnolls' laughter fell silent instantly, replaced by surprised grumbling. Ring mail chinked as stances were shifted. Beside Cale, Dreeve watched with a grin.

" 'Ware, human," Dreeve said. "Gez has tasted of manflesh before."

The big gnoll, Gez, stared Cale in the face and said, "Step back from me, human, or I'll tear out your throat and take your gold. The pack will have the scraps of your flesh."

Cale needed nothing further.

He took a step back, drew his blade, and said, "A threat from the mongrel son of a cur bitch? Try what you say."

Gez snarled and jerked his axe off his back, eyeing Cale all the while. The big gnoll looked to Dreeve, who barked something in his native tongue. The gnoll looked back to Cale, grinned, and howled into the moonless sky. The rest of the pack, excepting only Dreeve, began to yip in excitement.

Cale waited, balanced on the balls of his feet. Gez obviously surpassed him in strength, but probably not in skill.

At least Cale hoped not.

The gnoll's hackles stood on end, making him look bigger still. He crouched low, snarled, and advanced.

Cale waited, waited …

The moment Gez reared back his axe to strike, Cale exploded into motion.

He lunged forward, feinting with his long sword at the gnoll's throat. Surprised by Cale's speed, Gez stumbled backward and attempted an awkward parry with his axe haft. Cale pulled the stab up short and slammed a heel-kick into the gnoll's knee. Gez let out a pained yelp. His leg, backward jointed like a dog's, buckled. He managed to thump Cale in the ribs with his axe haft, but before he could regain his balance and bring his axe head to bear for another stroke, Cale spun a close half-circle around him and landed a reverse elbow on the back of his neck. The gnoll groaned and toppled to all fours.

Cale had his blade at Gez's throat before the gnoll could rise.

Gez snarled, "I'll kill you, hu-"

Cale cut off the threat by pressing his blade edge against the gnoll's throat-hard.

"Another word and I bleed you out here and now."

The gnoll, breathing hard-whether from exertion or shame, Cale couldn't tell-said nothing further. The rest of the pack went into an uproar, howling, snarling, gesturing violently at Cale. Dreeve tried to maintain order but failed. Another gnoll, tattooed and missing several teeth, stepped forward from the pack with violence in his eyes.

Before that gnoll ever got his axe off his shoulder, Riven had sabers at the creature's throat and Jak had a short sword at its groin. The gnoll froze in his tracks, eyes wide. Cale would have sworn the tattooed creature was holding his breath.

The rest of the gnolls fell silent except for some muted growls. None drew weapons.

Cale, Riven, and Jak had made their point.

Cale eyed Dreeve first, then the rest of the pack in turn. Dreeve returned his gaze with a mixture of anger and respect.

Cale said in a tone fat with the calm promise of violence, "Any one of you breaks our bargain, any one of you makes a move against any in my pack, and it goes ugly for every one of you. Understood?"

Dark eyes found the road.

"Do what we've asked," Cale added, "and you'll all get paid."

With that, Cale removed his blade from the prone gnoll and let him stand. The creature eyed him hatefully but his hackles lay flat. The other gnolls chattered at him with what Cale took to be laughter.

Dreeve advanced on Cale threateningly, but Cale held his ground.

"Do not harm another of mine," Dreeve said. "Or you will answer to me."

The other gnolls growled appreciatively at that.

Cale decided to let the comment pass. He knew that Dreeve had to re-establish his dominance with his own kind. Both of them knew what would happen if it really came to blows between them.

Cale scabbarded his blade and said, "We're ready to move when you are. We need to reach the Moonmere by tomorrow night. No later."

Dreeve stared at him a moment longer before nodding, turning away, and barking orders to his pack.

Riven and Jak came up beside Cale while the gnolls shouldered their packs. The creatures eyed each of them with respect as they readied for travel.

"Guess this makes you top dog," Riven observed with a hard smile.

Even Jak chuckled at that.

Over that night and the next day, the gnoll pack made rapid progress. With great, loping strides, they ate up the miles. Cale, Jak, and Riven kept the pace only with difficulty. Two of the pack always ran point, circling the main body and watching the surrounding area for danger. Cale marveled at the endurance of the creatures. About four hours out of Starmantle, the pack veered off the westward road and headed south for the Gulthmere.

With the dawn, they rested and took a quick repast. The gnolls, sitting apart from the humans, tore into thick chunks of dried meat. Cale, Riven, and Jak tried to catch their breath while eating handfuls of trail mix and cheese.

Dreeve separated from the pack and walked over to them.

"If we're to reach the Moonmere by tonight, we must continue through the day." The gnoll looked with disdain on Jak and asked, "Your pack will keep up?"

Before Cale could answer, Jak said, "You'll have to do better than this to tire me, you mangy son of a mangy bitch."

At that, Dreeve and the rest of the pack barked laughter. The gnoll guide turned and walked back to his comrades.

Cale merely smiled and chewed his food.

The next day was a blur of pain and exhaustion. By sunset, Cale thought his legs had turned to stone. In the distance stood the outer eaves of the Gulthmere, a dark line above the plains. Cale watched the sun vanish. He knew they had only hours to stop Vraggen.

While they ate, Dreeve again walked over to them.

"In two hours, we will reach the edge of the forest. After that, it is not far to the Moonmere."

Cale could hear the dread in Dreeve's voice when he mentioned the Moonmere.

"We need to be there before midnight," Cale said.

"We will get you there," Dreeve snapped.

With that, he turned his back to them and walked back to sit among his own.

"Rude," Jak said, from around a mouthful of cheese.

Riven scoffed.

Cale smiled. Calling a gnoll rude was like calling a halfling short.

At that moment, one of the two perimeter scouts sprinted into camp. His breath came hard. His tongue lolled from his mouth. The rest of the pack rose to meet him, uttering alarmed growls. The scout stopped before Dreeve and the two held a hurried conversation in their native tongue. From time to time, the scout gestured at Cale, Riven, and Jak. Dreeve eyed them darkly.

"Stand ready," Cale said in a low tone, and pulled his holy symbol from his pocket.

When the scout finished his report, Dreeve quieted the murmurs from the rest of pack and walked over to Cale.

"We are being tracked," Dreeve announced, and made it sound like an accusation. "Two humans on horseback, less than an hour behind." His lips peeled back from his teeth. "You have enemies that you did not tell me of."

It was a not a question.

"No one knew we were in the city, Dreeve," Cale said.

"A lie," Dreeve shot back.

Cale struggled to keep from punching the gnoll in his muzzle.

"Perhaps these trackers are following you," he said, but didn't really believe it.