Raymond E. Feist - The Serpentwar Saga

De Loungville motioned for Erik and the others to go over and stand next to their shipmates and he mounted an outcropping of rock next to the trail, so he could look down on the men. ‘Listen up!’ he shouted.

Calis took his place on the rock and said, ‘Some of you know me well, and others here have never spoken with me. Most of you know by now who I am, or think you do.’ He glanced from face to face. ‘I am called Calis. I serve Prince Nicholas, as I did his father before. Some call me the Eagle of Krondor, or the Prince’s Bird of Prey.’ He seemed amused by these titles.

‘Twenty-four years ago a great raid was launched against the Far Coast. Some here might remember the destruction of Crydee, Carse, and Tulan.’

A few of the older soldiers from the Ranger nodded.

‘Those events led us to travel halfway around the world, to the land called Novindus.’

None of the men from the Ranger said anything, but Erik’s company looked at one another amid a few muttered questions.

‘Quiet, now!’ commanded de Loungville.

‘What we found down there was a plot to destroy the Kingdom.’

Again there was some stirring among the men from Trenchard’s Revenge , but no one spoke.

Calis continued. ‘Twice since, I have traveled to this far land, the last time with some of you.’

The men from Trenchard’s Revenge , almost to a man, turned to regard the guards from the compound, veterans from many different garrisons around the Kingdom. Those looked at Calis with a steady gaze, as if they understood exactly what was being said.

‘So you who weren’t with us know, I’ll tell you a few things. Ten years ago word reached Prince Arutha that a great army was massing in that part of Novindus called the Westlands. That army swept down from an unknown place along the shore of an ocean they call the Green Sea. The first city to fall was Point Pünt. In this land there is nothing like our Kingdom Army. Cities may have militia, but most fighting is done by mercenary companies. There are rules of conduct and established protocols for how they are treated by those who are victorious in warfare. The conquerors gave the defenders of the city called Point Pünt the choice of serving or one day’s grace to withdraw. That is normal, but what wasn’t normal was that every man in the city was ordered to serve under arms or watch his wife and children, mother and father impaled before his eyes. After the first executions, the entire male population of the city joined that army.

‘They then marched on the city of Irabek, and after bitter fighting it fell. Then Port Sulth, then all the towns along the Manstra River.’

Erik had never heard of any of these places, but he listened, fascinated.

‘From Point Punt they launched an invasion along the river Dee, seeking to enter the area known as the Midlands, and they were unopposed until reaching the foothills of the Ratn’gary mountains. Dwarves – much like the race who live in the west of the Kingdom – turned them back for three years. At last this army of invaders threw up a stable frontier of fortifications and sought another way across Novindus.

‘They came through the Forest of Irabek, darker and more fearful than our own Green Heart. They died in numbers getting through, but at last they did and then they struck the city of Hamsa. The King of Hamsa warred for five years with this army and hired mercenaries from as far away as the City of the Serpent River at the other end of the continent. We have dealings with this city, which is how we came to hear of this invading army.’

Calis paused. ‘Prince Arutha suspected who was behind this invasion and sent agents to discover if he was correct. Of thirty men, one returned, barely alive, and confirmed our worst fears.

‘Six years ago I was given command of two thousand men and sent to bolster the defenses of the city of Hamsa.’

Every man listening to Calis was motionless. Only the sound of waves breaking on the rocks below the castle and the cries of seabirds broke the silence.

‘There is a race of creatures who live somewhere on Novindus. Some of you may have heard of them as creatures of legend. They are called the Pantathians.’

Erik turned to look at his companions, and saw Jadow make a sign against evil. The Pantathians were called the Snakes Who Walk Like Men and were creatures of lore conjured up to frighten children into behaving. Unlike trolls and goblins, who were natural creatures living in the distant wilds of the frontier, the serpent men were legends, like dragons and centaurs, and no one believed them real.

As if reading Erik’s mind, Calis said, ‘These are not legends. I have faced them, and so have these men over here.’ He motioned to the company from the Freeport Ranger . ‘You aboard Trenchard’s Revenge will have the opportunity along the way to talk to these men, your former guards, and to get the benefit of their knowledge. They can tell you from bitter experience how all too real the Pantathians are.

‘Two thousand men in ten ships went south to Novindus to battle the enemy as far from home as we might, and only sixty men came home. If you want the full story, there are others who will tell it. Of that sixty, the fifty-eight still living are here.’

Looking directly at Erik for a moment, then at the other former prisoners around him, he went on. ‘Less than one in twenty who went before returned, and now, five years after returning home, we go to find these invaders again.

‘Only this time they are more powerful, more entrenched, and more aware of our part. Each town they conquer joins with them or dies, and when Hamsa fell, of six thousand defenders, four thousand swore oaths to the invaders.

‘Those mercenaries who would not were given a day’s truce before they were hunted down.

‘This army means to conquer all of Novindus. More, it means to sail here, to the Kingdom, and conquer us after.

‘Some of you might think that such chaos would be your perfect chance to escape.’

Erik glanced around and saw that more than one expression confirmed Calis’s remark.

‘If you attempt to leave without permission, at any point along our line of march, Robert de Loungville and I will personally hang you from the nearest tree.

‘If you manage to escape, know that you are living on stolen time, for eventually that army will reach any part of Novindus you may hide in and you will serve or you will die.

‘Why chance dying now rather than later?’

He was silent as the men thought on his question. ‘Because,’ answered Calis, ‘these creatures, these serpent men, will not end at conquest. They will eventually destroy everything, and you will die.’

There was a bit of muttering at this, and to Calis’s surprise it was Nakor who spoke next.

The bandy-legged little man said, ‘You foolish men! Listen to me! I have seen what these creatures do. They sought to send a plague to us nearly twenty-five years ago. They sought to kill everything in the Kingdom.’

Jerome made bold to speak. ‘Why would any creature do such a thing?’

Nakor shrugged. ‘I could tell you, but I scarcely think you’d understand.’

Jerome, whose temper was as bad as Luis’s, narrowed his gaze at the Isalani. ‘I may have to take abuse from my officers, little man, but I’m not as stupid as you might think. If you speak slowly enough, I just might understand.’

Nakor glanced at Calis, who nodded. Nakor said, ‘Very well. The Pantathians are not natural beings.’ When Jerome Handy gave him a puzzled look, Nakor said, ‘I’ll speak slowly.’

Some of the men laughed, but it was a nervous laugh. Calis said, ‘Continue.’

‘There was, ages ago on this world, a race called the Dragon Lords.’