David Mcintee - The Light of Heaven

"They're from the very end of the World's Ridge, so they've come up in the gap between the coast and the end of the Sardenne. The route they've taken up into the savannah is really the only place they could have gone. Hence, here they are."

DeBarres turned to Kesar. "With your permission, Eminence, it's time we dealt with these creatures and then proceeded to this Freedom place with all haste."

"My permission and my blessing," Kesar told him.

As the meeting broke up, Gabriella went to find Crowe. Someone — probably DeBarres, who Gabriella knew to be sensible about these things — had sent him to a quartermaster for a gambeson, helmet and mail. She found him and took him to one side.

"I told DeBarres and Eminence Kesar that you were a mercenary who is helping me." She said.

"Lying to protect a heretic, Dez?" Crowe tutted. "Let's hope that one doesn't come back to bite you on the arse. On the other hand, it sounds like a fine start to me. So does the arse-biting, come to think of it."

"I don't lie, sinner. Unless you're saying you're going to come with me voluntarily and not take the stipend I offered."

"I'll take it. I may be a liar but it's nice to be around someone who isn't, just for a change. Which reminds me, this Kesar…" Crowe had been around thieves, murders and criminals all his life. Sometimes he had been one and sometimes he had been against them, but he had quickly learned to recognise the dishonest and the untrustworthy. He leaned in close to Gabriella. "This Kesar…" She nodded. "Don't trust this man."

Gabriella looked at him in shock. "What? Are you mad? That's an Eminence of the Final Faith — "

Crowe held up a hand to silence her. "Look, love, I don't care if he's God's own sodding butler. He's the type of man who hides things, because he's always working an angle."

"He's a politician in a way, if that's what you mean," she grudgingly admitted. "But everything an Eminence does is geared towards fulfilling man's destiny of becoming one with the Lord of All."

"It's easy enough to introduce a man to the Lord of All, Dez. One quick cut is all it takes and anyone can do that."

Eminence Kesar returned to his room above the inn and resumed calculating and re-calculating the odds that Lord Aristide would jump to the conclusion that the force in Solnos was large enough to be a Vos invasion of some kind, and start a new war between the nations. He trusted the Swords and the Imperial army enough to believe that such a war would go badly for Pontaine, but he had no desire to even indirectly cause a war that wasn't specifically calculated to advance the position of the Lord and the Faith.

As a result, he had begun to compose letters to both the Lords at Andon and Fayence, requesting the co-operation of a few extra soldiers. It was for the sake of appearances more than anything else. Pontaine was never going to ignore an armed build-up of the Order within its borders, but hopefully the letters would garner merely a frosty refusal and not a stronger reaction.

When he had written the letters, he summoned DeBarres to look them over. Kesar needed no diplomatic advice from a man he outranked in the Faith, but he wasn't stupid. It was wiser to let his military commander voice an opinion on a military matter. DeBarres was wearing full armour already, like the rest of his Knights. The Swords wanted to be ready to fight at a moment's notice.

"Your thoughts, Preceptor?"

"They'll send a couple of liaisons along as spies, but I don't expect they'll send any soldiers. Dead goblins or dead Vos-men, either way will suit them."

"That will be quite sufficient, then."

As DeBarres called for a messenger to dispatch the missives, two scouts rushed upstairs and rapped on the door. A waft of horse-sweat and old clothes preceded them as they knelt to kiss Kesar's signet ring.

"The goblins are sighted, Eminence," the first scout said. "They've come along the coast and have turned inland. Their main force is about four leagues south."

"How many?"

"Battalion strength," the second scout said.

"Do they have cavalry?" DeBarres asked.

"None that we could see. They have dogs, wolves, some other animals… But few horses and it looks like those are being kept for the leaders as rallying points."

"Good." DeBarres smiled grimly. "Pass on that word to our archers. They should have easy targets."

Crowe and Gabriella were consulting the map again in the vestry of the church. A squire popped his head into the room.

"Sister DeZantez," he began, then looked at Crowe, clearly uncertain how to address him.

"Captain Crowe, all right, lad?"

"Captain Crow, the enemy force has been sighted. Preceptor DeBarres and Captain Kannis have ordered all Knights to begin transiting to a forward position. We will battle on the morrow."

"We're on our way," Gabriella reassured him. When the boy left, she cocked an eyebrow at Crowe. "Captain Crowe?"

"Every mercenary band has to have a mercenary captain. I'm a band of one, which I reckon makes me Captain of it."

"False pride is a sin," she reminded him.

"How many dead gobboes will atone for it?" They left the church, and mustered in the plaza with the rest of the Knights. DeBarres and Kannis led the column, followed by Gabriella, Crowe and the rest of the mounted force.

The sound of the Knights on the march echoed from Solnos' adobe and stone buildings; a driving repetitive crunching and jingling that almost became some kind of martial music.

By the time the column surged out of Solnos, Crowe reflected that he could, just about, see what Gabriella got out of this kind of set-up. His blood was up and he'd be happy to see a line of goblins right ahead.

A couple of hours later the column returned to walking pace once out of sight of Solnos; apparently the rush had been purely for show, to raise the townspeople's spirits. By the time they had passed above the Escarpment and turned towards the coast, Crowe wondered why he had bothered coming. He was still wondering that when DeBarres ordered camp to be made for the evening.

In the morning, Gabriella DeZantez appreciated the difference between the goblins she had faced in the streets and plazas of Solnos recently and the pitched battle she could expect now. Spread out across the field before and below her, dozens of yellow and orange blotches flickered in the darkness, casting an amber light across the undulating savannah.

Gabriella let out a long, slow, breath. "That's a lot of goblins.

The Knights had spent the twilight under canvas, but were mounted again by the time the sun moved out of eclipse. The countryside was open savannah, with long, hardy grass rippling in the dawn breeze. They were looking down a gentle slope towards the burnt-out remains of a village. The village was at the heart of a seething mass of scaly bodies. They weren't a cohesive army. The lanky goblins looked half-starved and wore mismatched armour looted from the dead of decades' worth of violence. Chieftains on horseback threaded their way through the crowd, waving and screaming encouragement. As the only goblins with horses, they stood out above their troops, where the masses could see them and the signals they gave.

Gabriella looked for familiar faces among her force. Crowe was looking at the enemy with a calculating expression, his colourless ponytail hanging out from the back of his helmet. He wore his battered coat over his mail. DeBarres was watching the enemy through a telescope, which he passed to Kannis. While Kannis took her turn with the telescope, DeBarres shuffled his horse sideways towards Gabriella.

"Well, it looks like you were right."

"Did you ever doubt it?"

"Never." He looked back at the enemy. "You know what worries me?"

Gabriella couldn't imagine anything really worrying DeBarres. "What?"