David Mcintee - The Light of Heaven

Gabriella led the group, while Erak brought up the rear, with the soldiers in between. As they moved out on to the road leading south, Erak was only partly surprised to see another rider off to his right. This one was veering away to the west. Erak galloped up closer to Gabriella and told her what he had seen.

"Might be a rearguard for Warrigan," he suggested. "If he is, they might have a shortcut planned where the rearguard can catch up and tell Warrigan if he's being followed."

"He must have seen us."

"I'll take two men and go after him." Gabriella nodded, and Erak wheeled his mount around. Pointing to two soldiers and beckoning them to come with him, he rode after the other rider. Gabriella and the remaining ten men stayed on Warrigan's trail.

As Erak and his two men gained on the rider heading west, Erak began to think there was something familiar about him. He was dressed in black, with shaved head and a topknot. With a start, Erak realised he matched the picture Gabriella had drawn of the man who had attacked her in the alley.

For a moment he considered sending one of the men back to follow her and tell her that here was a chance for revenge. Better sense quickly prevailed; she had a more important job tonight and he wasn't going to give this bastard a second chance at her life. He spurred his horse onwards, the two soldiers keeping pace with him.

Warrigan led them south to a trail that led up to the top of the escarpment, then headed east until he descended into a natural bowl with a small lake at the centre. A stream led past several buildings and a horse corral.

"The Golden Huntress," Gabriella said to her soldiers.

It was a two-storey affair that seemed to have been converted from a sprawling farmhouse. She kept her distance for the moment, observing the den of ill repute. There were only a handful of horses in the corral and from what she could see through the windows of the Huntress, the place didn't look like very full. Perhaps it was simply too early in the day. Drinking, gambling, smoking Dreamweed and whoring were all things most people seemed to do late in the evening.

"Your orders, Enlightened Sister?"

"Let's knock on their door."

Travis Crowe woke with a scream dying in his throat. It was mercifully dark in the room, but he was still blinking the green and purple spots out of his eyes as the whore next to him sat up.

"What's happening?" she asked.

He caught his breath; it was a difficult chase. "Nothing," he said at last. "Just a bad dream."

She reached under the sheets and gripped what she found there. "Couldn't have been that bad. You paid enough for the whole eclipse and there's still a while till sun-time you know."

He stared into the darkness for a moment, concentrating on getting his bearings. "You know all the right things to say to a man, don't you?"

"We learn pretty fast in this business."

Crowe grinned. "So, how much more have I bought?"

The girl leaned on one elbow for a moment, just looking at him.

"Don't go anywhere," she said, rolling off the bed. She disappeared through a door, and reappeared a moment later, with another girl. This one was a little shorter, but just as pretty and just as naked. Good enough for Crowe. "This much," the first girl said.

Crowe leaned back and grinned, certain that this was shaping up to be one of the best days of his life.

Despite all his best efforts, the assassin's horse was outpacing those of Erak and the soldiers. The man didn't seem to have noticed that he was being followed, but his mount wasn't carrying so much weight. The Knight and soldiers were armoured, while the assassin was not and their horses began to tire sooner than his.

Erak was debating with himself as to whether to give up and rest the horses — at least the assassin couldn't try again if he had fled town — or ride them to death to get at the murderous bastard.

The decision was unexpectedly made for him, when a flurry of arrows thudded into his mount's neck and he was hurled painfully to the ground as it fell.

The inside of the Golden Huntress belied the decrepit exterior. Once through the doors the setting was as plush as any in Miramas or Volonne. There were ten gaming tables on the ground floor, with a highly-polished bar along one wall. Silk was draped from the walls and coloured lamps hung from the ceiling, swathed in the smoke from Dreamweed. Opposite the bar, a wide staircase swept up to the first floor.

Men paled and women screamed as the armoured Swords stalked in and Gabriella kicked over a gaming table. Strong-looking guards in leather jerkins rode from their seats or entered through doors, with hands on swords and maces.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Tonight's entertainment is cancelled, by order of the Anointed Lord. Warrigan!"

Warrigan was carrying a saddle-bag through an interior door and looked around. "What?"

"You were expecting Kurt Stoll?"

Warrigan glanced sideways at the patrons in the main room, who were mostly frozen like mice under the gazes of cats.

"If you've come to renegotiate the arrangement we had with Enlightened One Stoll — "

Gabriella shook her head. "Kurt Stoll was never as Enlightened as he liked to think. But it was nice of him to help us trick you into leading us here." She grinned. "I have Stoll I have you, and I imagine I'll have this Travis Crowe you mentioned next."

"Feel free to take Crowe," Warrigan said. "It'll save me paying him for his latest delivery. But I'm walking out of here."

"Under escort."

"There are less than a dozen of you," Warrigan said in a low voice. "Not too much trouble for the Huntress' men. They might spend their time protecting the girls from thoughtless drunken pigs, but they're well train — "

Everyone hit the floor as the doors burst open, almost coming off their hinges as a dead horse crashed through and into the saloon.

Warrigan drew a sword. "What are you joyless fanatics doing now?"

"That wasn't us," Gabriella managed to say, drawing her two blades. She had barely released the words when a swarm of wiry figures with leathery hides and grotesque scars and tattoos flooded into the Huntress. They were barefoot, bedecked in weapons and their teeth were filed to points. Their reptilian scales and red eyes were far from human.

"Goblins!" someone shouted and then all hell broke loose.

Half of Gabriella's men were felled before she could cut down her first goblin. She slashed one with both swords and back-stabbed another. Gamblers and whores were cut down as they tried to get past the melee and reach the doors. Some of the more eager goblins sliced off fingers or ears and swallowed them even as they moved onto their next target. Gabriella was too busy to feel sick, so she concentrated on trying to regroup with her shrinking number of soldiers.

A goblin jumped at Warrigan's back and he turned to fight it off. Gabriella kicked it in the head and one of her men speared both it and Warrigan.

One of the Huntress' guards leapt to the back of the room and pushed with one palm. A wave of tables and chairs immediately hurled themselves into the morass of people and goblins. Gabriella made a long slide across the floor and came up with each sword in the gut of a goblin.

A goblin shaman gestured at the human who had made the chairs move and the man exploded into shrieking flame. Gabriella wasn't about to give him the chance to do the same to her; she scooped up a fallen knife, the hilt slick with greenish blood, and hurled it into the goblin magician's neck before he could notice her.

He fell but there were still many goblins in the Huntress and as they rushed across the room, Gabriella backhanded one with the pommel of one sword and ran a second goblin through with the other. She ran up the stairs after a female goblin and plunged both swords into her back. The first goblin recovered, spitting out teeth, and came up after her. She kicked him in the face and he fell to his hands and knees, before scrambled up after her. He made a grab for her, but she twisted her hips and threw him off. He slammed into a door and, when Gabriella rammed a knee into his gut, they both fell through it.