Adrian Tchaikovsky - Empire in Black and Gold
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He held his hands out. His shield was buckled on to one, and the other hand received the weight of his broadsword. There was no standard weapon for a sentinel. The man who could wear this armour was fit to make that decision for himself. Varmen’s sword was a cavalry piece, weighted towards the tip for a crushing downward blow. Pellrec fought with a Bee-kinden axe, short hafted and massive headed. He made a habit of breaking down doors with it, or sometimes flimsy walls. The others had their favourites: a halberd, a broad-headed spear, a pair of brutal maces. Varmen let his narrowed gaze pass over them, seeing metal and more metal, his faceless soldiers. Beyond them, the men of the medium infantry were looking slightly awed.
‘Pride of the Sixth!’ he shouted, his voice hollow and metallic in his own ears, drowning out their answering cry.
Getting dark out there. And they would come when it was dark. Dragonfly-kinden eyes were good. The fires that Pellrec had ordered to be lit barely held back the darkness more than a spear’s length. Beyond that he had to trust to Tserro’s scouts. Craven little bastards, the lot of them, but they know they’ll die right alongside us. No doubt the Fly-kinden were itching to take wing and abandon the armoured Wasps to their fate, but this war had taught them that the Commonwealers were just as swift in the air as these scouts were. Any Fly that tried the air would end up on the point of an arrow in no time.
‘Movement,’ one of Tserro’s men spat out. Varmen’s heart picked up, that old feeling that had been fear when he was a raw recruit, but was now no more than anticipation. He and his fellow sentinels readied themselves, waiting for the onslaught. The darkness was thick with unseen spears and bows. Behind their metal-clad line, Arken’s men waited. They had their short-bladed swords drawn, but their free hands out, fingers spread. In their palms waited the golden fire that was the Wasp sting, that searing piece of Art that made their kinden so deadly as warriors. Tserro’s scouts nocked arrows, shuffling uneasily on their perches.
‘Coming in now,’ one of them announced.
‘How many?’ Varmen braced himself.
‘Just. . Two, just two.’
‘ What? ’ But the guttering firelight touched on movement now. ‘Hold your shot,’ he snapped out, and even as he spoke one of the Flies let loose an arrow. ‘I said- ’ he started, but then he saw what happened to the lone missile, and he swore, ‘Bloody guts and knives. .’ One of the approaching Dragonflies had caught it, snatched it out of mid-air. It was a neat party trick, he had to acknowledge. Like to see them do it with sting-shot, though. That’d burn their pretty hands a treat.
‘What’s going on?’ he rumbled.
‘Maybe they want to surrender?’ Pellrec murmured from beside him. Varmen chuckled despite himself.
‘Close enough,’ he called out, clanging the flat of his blade against his shield to make his point. ‘Here to surrender, are you?’ It was always easier using Pellrec’s words. Pellrec was so much better at speaking than he was. A rattle of sour laughter came from the Wasps at his back.
The two Dragonflies were lightly armoured in leather and chitin scales. They were slight of build compared with a Wasp, but they moved with a careful grace. On the left was a man who looked younger than Varmen’s five-and-twenty years, wearing a crested helm. An unstrung bow and quiver of arrows jutted over his shoulder. The shaft the Fly-kinden had sent at him dangled in one hand like a toy.
Varmen’s eyes turned to the other one and he grunted in surprise. A woman! Of course, the Dragonfly women fought alongside their men, but when there was actual fighting to be done he tended to blank that out, seeing them all as just more faceless enemies. The firelight turned her skin to red, but he knew it would really be golden. Her head was bare, dark hair worn short in a soldier’s cut. She held a sword lightly in one hand. It was a good four feet long, most of her own height, but half that as her eyes met his. The only women he had seen recently had already been claimed by the Slave Corps, or by some officer or other. This one might want to kill him, but she was still a sight for the eyes.
‘Who speaks for you?’ the man asked, to Varmen’s disappointment. Don’t we get to hear her voice then? He could imagine it, light and graceful as she was, sly and dancing. He swallowed abruptly.
‘Lieutenant awake?’ he called back.
‘Not just now, Sergeant,’ Arken reported.
‘Then I reckon I do,’ he stated. Is it a trick? Is this to get us off guard before they storm us? He looked at Pellrec, saw the man’s pauldrons shrug up and down.
To the pit with it. . He took a couple of steps forward and thrust his sword down into the earth for easy retrieval. ‘You want something, do you?’ he asked them.
‘We offer you the chance to surrender,’ said the woman. Varmen stared. Her voice was exactly as he had imagined. He had always had a thing for women with good voices. After a moment he realized that the awkward pause in this conversation was him.
‘Go on,’ he stated, mostly to get her to keep talking.
‘You think that-’ the Dragonfly man started but Varmen cut him off with an angry motion of his gauntlet. ‘Not you, her. Don’t interrupt the lady.’
The angry, injured-pride expression on the man’s face made it almost worth being stuck out here about to fight off the hordes. Shame he can’t see me grinning right now , the Wasp thought. Oh, I’d make him look sour, all right.
‘You believe your army is coming to save you,’ the woman said. Varmen tilted his head up a little, listening. Music, like music . He’d not had a Dragonfly woman yet, was probably one of the few men of the Sixth who hadn’t. It wasn’t as though the Slave Corps hadn’t been touting a sorry collection of Commonwealer whores about the camps, but Varmen had no taste for women who wept, or cursed him, or tried to kill him. Well-made man like me shouldn’t need to rent it from the Slavers.
She had stopped speaking, and he realized he had been nodding along without actually absorbing any of the words. ‘I suppose you think that scares me,’ he hazarded.
‘You have your once-only chance to cast your weapons down,’ the Dragonfly man snapped, icy voiced. ‘I suggest you take it.’
Yeah, I thought it was something like that. ‘Nothing doing,’ Varmen said, talking to her and not to him. ‘Sorry, girl, but the first thing they teach you when you put on this armour is not to go knock-kneed with fear, ’cos of how everyone can hear you.’ Was that a bit of a smile? I think it was. Shame we all have to kill each other now, really. We were getting along famously.
‘Bring your worst,’ he finished.
‘Oh, we shall,’ the Dragonfly man promised. Varmen could see him raging inside, desperate to bring the fight to the Wasps. And you with a bow on your shoulder. Angry men make rotten archers, I know that much.
‘Bring your worst!’ Varmen repeated, ‘’Cos we’re the best — Pride of the Sixth!’
The words rose up from behind him in a chorus of imperial solidarity.
The man stalked away, and Varmen was mildly surprised that one of the Fly-kinden didn’t put an arrow in his oh-so-inviting back. The woman regarded him for a moment more, that very-nearly-almost-amused look still on her face, and then followed after. Varmen carefully stepped backwards until he could see Pellrec from the very corner of his visor.
‘How’d I do?’ he muttered.
‘Oh, I’m amazed the Emperor didn’t come round and hand out medals,’ the other sentinel told him. ‘What now?’
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