Chris Evans - A Darkness Forged in Fire

Rallie stood up suddenly, clapping her hands together in obvious annoyance. She set the wagon rocking as the sreexes reacted with throaty screeches that hurt even his musket-deadened ears. Jir growled, and his claws extended, but he slept on.

"It would be best for all concerned that the two of you hurry up and consummate this relationship of yours before someone gets hurt," Rallie said. There was not a hint of humor in her voice.

Konowa wasn't sure who looked more embarrassed.

Just then a soldier came running toward them, shouting. Konowa reached for the acorn against his chest and instinctively willed his senses outward, but the natural chaos of life, annoying but not threatening, was all he felt. The soldier came to a stumbling halt, his shako falling from his head and landing at Konowa's feet. Konowa picked it up and handed it back to the soldier, who quickly put it back on and saluted, his chest heaving as he struggled to breathe.

"M-major! The villagers are back! They have news from Luuguth Jor."

"Show me," Konowa said, setting off at once in the direction the soldier had come from, forcing the winded man to trot after him. Visyna and Rallie followed, their heads close together as they walked, whispering to each other.

A minute later they came upon what could only be categorized as a land dispute in full heat.

"-a right swift kick where the sun rarely graces-Oh, hello, Major," Yimt said, spotting Konowa. He gave him a brisk salute, his elbow just missing the very angry face of the elfkynan male he'd been arguing with a moment ago. "Beautiful morning, wouldn't you say? I was just telling my new friend here, Nobnuts the fool, was it, about the Empire and how lucky they are we've come to this land, bringing them a healthy dollop of good old civilization."

"N'bhat," the elfkynan said, stomping away from Yimt to stand in front of Konowa. He was no taller than the dwarf, dressed in only a simple cloth around his privates. His skin was as brown as bark, and he wore his hair in a single braid down his back. A group of villagers similarly attired, including many women and several children, stood off at a distance watching. "My name is N'bhat, foloo of the village. You go now. Go and come back never." It was said with fierce determination, and Konowa admired the elfkynan for it, surrounded as he was by a well-armed regiment of the Imperial Army.

" Foloo?" Konowa asked, turning to Visyna. She looked as if she had just taken a drink of frog-bottom ale.

"It means headman," she said, with an edge of contempt in her voice clear to everyone, including N'bhat, who looked both angry and frightened of her. The women of the village suddenly began making warding signs and spitting on the ground. "They are Majazi, a nomadic tribe of elfkynan that follow the fish as they move upstream to spawn."

The Hynta-elves, though not the Long Watch, hunted buffalo, deer, and tarnir in the same way, tracking them from the forest as they moved across the great plains. Konowa figured he could deal with these people as well.

"N'bhat," he said, turning back to the elfkynan, "we have no desire to get in the way of your hunting. Tell me what you've seen and we will leave here in peace."

The elfkynan fidgeted. "You go now. We want no trouble. You go."

Konowa tapped the pommel of his saber. "No one wants trouble, but it has a way of finding you all the same. What did you see?"

One of the women, perhaps N'bhat's wife, began shouting at him and gesticulating wildly, pointing at the way they had just come. N'bhat shouted something back at the woman, the only effect of which was to agitate her even more.

"The sooner you tell me, the sooner we'll be on our way," Konowa offered, keeping a wary eye on the woman, who showed no signs of quieting down. The other women seemed emboldened by her display, and many were holding fishing spears in their hands. This could get ugly fast.

N'bhat threw up his hands at the women and, turning back to Konowa, sighed and nodded. "There, where siggers live, Luuguth Jor. Terrible things. Go now."

"What happened?"

"You go if I say?"

Konowa resisted the urge to grab the elfkynan by the throat and shake him. "Or maybe I set up a garrison here. I'm sure the ladies wouldn't mind too much," he said.

N'bhat looked startled at the suggestion. "Terrible things. No see, but hear. And more elfkynan come, come to war against siggers." He knelt in the dirt and began drawing.

"Siggers are this many," he said, making a dot with his finger.

He then began making rows of dots in a circle around the first dot, and Konowa's heart sank.

When N'bhat finally finished there were over a hundred dots surrounding the first.

The Thirty-fifth Foot had sent a half company to garrison the fort, approximately fifty men. Fine for showing the flag among peaceful natives, wholly inadequate for what was bearing down on them now.

They wouldn't hold out for long.

"You go now."

If N'bhat was right, that meant a rebel force of at least five thousand elfkynan, not counting what the "terrible things" were.

Konowa waved the headman away and looked to the east. The land rose gently into a series of low, scrub-covered hills. The river wove its way through them, a thin strip of flat grassland to either side. It would offer the regiment a fairly easy time of it after the vines. It was also the quickest route, and one the enemy would be sure to watch.

"We'll have to be vigilant," Rallie said.

She didn't have to read his thoughts-every soldier there saw the danger. Konowa turned. "Do you believe him?"

"Do not trust him," Visyna interrupted. She kept casting a glance toward the women villagers, her fingers moving rapidly.

"He seemed genuine enough," he said, unable to determine what was at work here. "Do you know him?"

Visyna gaped and her eyes narrowed. "Most certainly not! The Majazi are nothing like my people."

Rallie scowled, but said nothing.

"Aren't you all elfkynan? They seem very much in tune with nature, which, as you so often remind me, is a wonderful thing," Konowa said.

"You wouldn't understand," she replied, looking with disgust as one of the village women began breast-feeding a baby in the open.

Konowa considered Visyna's fine garment, the way she held herself, her life as the daughter of a wealthy merchant, and suddenly understood perfectly.

"Major!"

Konowa looked past Visyna and grimaced. Lorian was coming toward him with the Prince.

"Sir," Konowa said, saluting for all present when the Prince arrived.

The Prince seemed caught off-guard for a moment, then saluted and looked around. His jacket was undone and his shako was perched at a precarious angle on his head as if he had thrown it on in a hurry. And then he yawned and rubbed his eyes. The bloody fool had just woken up.

"Major, what's this I hear about finding the villagers? Fishermen, are they? I distinctly smell bara jogg being fried."

Konowa gave Lorian a subtle hand signal and the RSM had the surrounding troops bustled away in a flash, leaving only the RSM, the Prince, Konowa, Visyna, and Rallie.

"A refined nose you have, sir," Konowa said, opting to make this as painless as possible. "Apparently the villagers are nomadic, following the fish as they swim the rivers. This village here is their main dwelling. It was empty because they were away upstream, toward Luuguth Jor. The headman tells me something has happened at Luuguth Jor, though he doesn't know what, and that a rebel army is marching toward it. He estimates their numbers to be at least five thousand troops."

"This is good news," the Prince said, waking up considerably at the news. "Rallie, you'll want to make note of this. This is clearly a pivotal moment. Everything is falling into place. We have ascertained the whereabouts of the rebels." He smiled indulgently at the small group around him and placed his hands behind his back, rocking slightly on his heels.