Richard Tuttle - Web of Deceit

“Enough,” shouted Winus. “You have done well, Brakas. I do not see the need for you to remain any longer. Continue your task of locating the free tribes. We have Rejji and his friends trapped now and there is no way out this time.”

“As you wish,” nodded Brakas. “I will head towards the mouth of the Taggot River. I suspect some of the tribes might have headed that way. I will enjoy your hospitality tonight and be on my way in the morning.”

“You may do as you wish,” sneered Zygor, “but you will be staying alone here tonight. We leave immediately.”

“Immediately?” questioned the General. “In the dark? They are trapped on that mountain and cannot escape. We can leave in the morning when the men can see the path.”

“We will leave now,” commanded Zygor. “I do not want to let them reach the top of the mountain. They could stay up there for weeks while we wait for them to come down. We know where they are now, and now is when we shall strike. Get your men moving.”

Brakas stared in disgust at General Winus kowtowing to Zygor. He turned and strode out of the tent and looked for a nice campfire to claim as his own.

***

Mistake woke Rejji as the first rays of the sun broke the eastern horizon. Rejji sat up and smiled at the pink sky.

“Another beautiful day is about to begin,” he smiled. “Where is Bakhai?”

“A little ways down the path communing with mountain goats,” she chuckled. “Hundreds of them passed by a short time ago.”

“Why didn’t you wake me sooner?” asked Rejji. “I know you are anxious to reach the top.”

“We did a bit of climbing yesterday,” answered Mistake, “and we have more ahead of us today. It will probably be more strenuous too. I figured if you were still sleeping that your body needed it.”

“Well I am up now,” yawned Rejji as he slowly rose to his feet. “Let’s get going.”

“You might want to get a bite to eat first,” laughed Mistake. “You will need your energy.”

Rejji walked to the edge of the cliff and stretched. He gazed out over the forests and followed the path they had taken the day before. As his eyes reached the base of Mount Kiator, he shook his head and looked again.

“Jiadin!” he shouted. “An army of them and they are coming this way. Get Bakhai. We have to get out of here.”

Bakhai had heard the shout and was already running towards Rejji. He stood on the edge next to Rejji and watched as the Jiadin army rode towards the path at the base of the mountain.

“We have to slow them down,” stated Bakhai. “With horses they will be on us before high sun.”

“Maybe not,” interjected Mistake as she looked up at the trail above them. “They may be able to ride to where we are now, but not much further. Look at the trail above us.”

The trail above the trio began to rise steeply and started to switchback for several hundred feet up. After that, it became a narrow ledge running along a sheer vertical wall until it passed out of sight.

“Start going up,” called Bakhai as he raced down the path. “I will catch up to you.”

Rejji started to ask him where he was going, but Mistake pulled his arm and proceeded up the path. They raced up the windy path as swiftly as they could scramble. Rejji turned to see if Bakhai was following and froze. He saw Bakhai running up the path towards him and hundreds of mountain goats heading down. It was a solid stream of mountain goats that took up the entire trail for many paces and all of them were on a collision course with the Jiadin army. He laughed as Bakhai caught up with him and turned to see Mistake shaking her head in wonder.

“It ought to slow them down some,” grinned Bakhai.

The trio was panting with exertion by the time they reached the end of the switchbacks. Mistake halted and looked at the trail ahead. This section of the mountain was a sheer vertical face of rock with a very narrow ledge passing along it.

“I don’t think we want to run along this,” cautioned Mistake. “In fact, if there weren’t a hundred Jiadin coming up the trail behind us, I think I might be rethinking how bad I want to get to the top of this mountain.”

“How long is it?” Rejji asked.

“No way of knowing,” frowned Mistake. “It curves around the mountain so I can’t see the end of it.”

Shouts came from below mixed with the sounds of horses and goats. The sounds appeared to echo off the walls of the mountain. The shouting increased and then they heard the scream of a man falling a long distance.

“Whatever distance we put between them and us now, is what it should remain,” suggested Rejji. “I doubt they can go any faster than we can once they get down to single file.”

“They will still have bows,” commented Mistake. “I don’t want to be dodging arrows while we try to walk this ledge. Just staying on it will be hard enough.”

“What happens when we reach the top?” queried Bakhai. “There is only one way down this mountain and they will be coming up it.”

“Let’s worry about that when we get to the top,” frowned Mistake. “If we don’t move now, we won’t have to worry about the answer.”

Mistake stepped out onto the ledge and started walking cautiously. Rejji followed her at a distance and Bakhai came last. Rejji looked down at the tiny tops of the trees below and started to waver. Bakhai caught up to him and put his hand on Rejji’s shoulder.

“Don’t look down,” warned Bakhai. “If you get dizzy, it will affect your balance. Watch Mistake and follow her.”

Mistake’s eyes were glued to the path in front of her feet. The morning sun was well above the horizon and shining into her face, but she squinted her eyes and searched for weak sections of the trail or loose debris that might cause problems. Several more screams were heard echoing off the walls, and the sounds of the pursuing army appeared to get louder, but she did not dare to turn around and look. The ledge before them looked as if it went straight to the sun itself and Mistake just kept on walking forward.

As the sun rose higher, Mistake began to see the trail far in the distance. The trail in the distance, however, did not appear to connect to the trail they were walking on. As she got closer she saw that the mountain curved inward and then back out again, like the curves of a snake as it slithers along the ground. A few more minutes of walking along the edge brought them to the bend in the path and the alcove formed by the mountain was bathed in gray shadows. She could easily see the sheer walls above and below the path they had to travel. She stepped into the shadows and marched forward.

The trio marched silently into the gloom for over an hour before they made the next bend and headed back towards the sunlight. As they looked over at the portion of the trail they already conquered, they could see the sunlight from the rising sun starting to penetrate the large alcove. They also saw the first Jiadin warriors as they turned the first bend into the alcove. They Jiadin shouted at the sight of their prey. The shouts echoed off the walls and reverberated loudly.

Mistake pressed onward as fast as she thought they could move safely. It was hard or her to keep her eyes upon the trail as the Jiadin line of soldiers poured into the alcove one by one. Some of the soldiers stopped and unstrapped their bows. A few arrows flew across the void between the trio and Jiadin soldiers, but none could reach across the distance of the alcove. Still, the closeness of the Jiadin was nerve-wracking. Mistake tried to listen to the fall of the arrows as they fell into the abyss, but either the shouts of the Jiadin were too loud, or the height of the drop was too great, because she never heard them land. Several screams of falling men were heard, but never the thump of the bodies landing.