Richard Tuttle - Army of the Dead

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“Don’t you know that all of the soldiers here are hellsouls?” asked the mage. “You must always decapitate them.”

Fisher looked up in amazement at the Motangan mage. His eyes darted towards the officer and saw his head rolling about the floor. He looked back at the mage in confusion, and the mage smiled as he pulled his hood slightly back to allow Fisher to see his face.

“Xavo?” gasped Fisher. “How did you get here?”

“I would not say my name too loudly,” grinned the mage. “Xavo is wanted just as dead as Aakuta in these parts. This is no time to dally. Throw the body over the edge of the roof and follow me quickly. The demons will be returning soon.”

“Over the edge?” objected Fisher as he got to his feet. “The soldiers down below will be alerted.”

“Hardly,” Xavo shook his head. “Vand throws his incompetents off the roof every day. What we don’t want to happen is for the demons to find a slain body here when they return. Hurry up.”

Fisher asked no further questions. He hurled the body over the edge of the roof and tossed the head after it. He picked up the officer’s sword and hurried after Xavo who was already half way to the doorway leading inside. Fisher ran to catch up and followed Xavo closely. The mage led the spy down the stairs to his hidden room and then sealed the door. Lady Mystic was already in the room and waiting.

“I trust you got to him before he was discovered?” she asked Xavo.

“Not exactly,” Xavo shook his head, “but I think we are alright. There was just another officer discarded from the roof.”

“You knew I was here?” gasped Fisher.

“We have been watching you for hours,” smiled Lady Mystic. “You have a certain mastery of your profession. I have admired the way you handle yourself.”

“We have no time for adoration,” interrupted Xavo. “Those dead warriors that you were so absorbed in watching will be moving out of the city tonight. Once they are in position, you will be unable to leave Vandegar. You need to get out of the area immediately. Carry word of what you have learned.”

“I will leave soon,” promised Fisher, “but I must know more. What are these demons that you speak of?”

“There are six of them,” explained Lady Mystic. “Three of them are searching for Angragar, but they will return soon.”

“The other three are dining with Dobuk, which is the only thing that saved you from a certain death,” added Xavo. “They normally inhabit the roof, and I would not have been able to save you if they had been out there. It is said that they are immune to magic.”

“They are immune to magic,” declared Lady Mystic. “There are five hundred thousand dead warriors that will be deployed tonight. They will form an outer ring around the temple and Premer Tzargo’s troops, which are all hellsouls by the way.”

“I found that out,” frowned Fisher.

“Vand also has thirteen mages with him here,” stated Xavo. “Their leader is Pakar, and each of them is greatly accomplished. We will try to keep them out of the battle, but there are no guarantees. The two of us can only do so much, and our main goal is Dobuk.”

“You are going to confront the Great Demon?” Fisher asked with awe.

“Someone must,” sighed Xavo. “I do not want to think of my daughter being forced to deal with him.”

“How have you learned so much?” questioned the Khadoran spy.

“We have used air tunnels,” offered Lady Mystic.

“I thought we were not supposed to be using them except in an emergency?” frowned Fisher. “If they are safe to use now, you could send this information to Marak, and I could stay and help you.”

“We are only using the air tunnel to hear conversations,” Xavo shook his head. “No one can detect that, but it would be disastrous to try sending a message. Get on your horse and get the message back to the Torak.”

“I have no horse,” sighed Fisher, “and I came from the Fakarans. From what I have heard around the camp, I will not be able to escape to the west. Everyone knows that the Khadorans are coming towards us from the west. Amusingly, no one is expecting any attack from the east. They are in for a surprise. The Fakarans are twice as strong as the Khadorans and probably better suited to fight in this terrain.”

“Don’t be too sure about the surprise,” warned Lady Mystic. “Those demons might notice the Fakarans coming towards us.”

“The important thing is get word to someone out there that the size of the defenders is ten times larger than they expect,” stressed Xavo. “They need to know about the skeletons.”

“Can they be killed?” asked Fisher.

“I don’t know,” admitted Xavo. “It is my feeling that anything alive can be killed, and that includes the dead warriors. There is some life form that is allowing them to move and fight.”

“I would suggest decapitation,” interjected Lady Mystic. “It works on the hellsouls, and I have to believe the life forms are similar.”

“A valid guess,” nodded Xavo, “but, again, there are no guarantees.”

“Is there anything else that I need to know before I leave?” asked Fisher.

“Know that Kaltara will win this war,” smiled Lady Mystic. “Go quickly.”

Fisher stared at Lady Mystic for a short moment and shook his head in wonder. He smiled and bowed in respect to the Emperor’s daughter as Xavo unsealed the door and checked the corridor outside.

“Be swift, my Chula friend,” Xavo said in parting.

Fisher nodded and stepped out of the room as Xavo closed the door. He watched in amazement as the door suddenly disappeared, leaving a blank wall in its place. The spy moved swiftly to the stairs and made his way down to the ground level. He moved to the front doors and stepped out into the sunshine. The same two guards looked suspiciously at him.

“I had hoped that it was your body that had dropped from the roof,” the obstinate guard snarled offensively.

“Actually,” Fisher smiled, “it was the body of an officer that refused to let me speak with Premer Tzargo. The Premer was not amused by the antics of the pompous fool.”

The guard swallowed hard as Fisher grinned and moved quickly down the steps. The spy moved quickly, but casually through the throng of soldiers as he tried to figure out how he could steal a horse to make his escape. He was sure that horses would not be given to just any soldier who asked for one. In fact, horses were at a premium in the Motangan camp as the army was strictly infantry. Surely the keepers of the horses would demand some type of authorization from an officer before they allowed a horse to be taken, and Fisher had no time left to walk back to the Fakarans. He had to secure a horse. Fisher walked towards the eastern perimeter as his mind dwelled on the problem. He soon found himself near Savesto’s camp and moved towards it.

“Did you get roped into another assignment?” asked Savesto.

Fisher snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the Motangan soldier.

“Actually, I did get an assignment,” he answered, “and we are in a great deal of trouble.”

“Trouble?” the soldier echoed worriedly. “What kind of trouble?”

“I am not supposed to divulge such information,” Fisher replied guardedly.

“But we are your friends,” protested Savesto who was eager to hear the latest rumors. “You can trust us.”

“Can I?” Fisher asked.

“Of course,” the group answered in unison.

“We like you, Aki,” Savesto said with sincerity. “If you are in trouble, we can help. What is the problem?”

“The Khadoran armies are much larger than we expected,” Fisher said conspiratorially. “There is a great deal of concern inside the temple that the dead warriors might not be enough to destroy the Khadorans.”

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