David Eddings - The Ruby Knight

‘I most certainly hope so,’ Sparhawk said fervently.

‘And is it your intention to kill him?’

‘That’s been Sparhawk’s intention for the last dozen years or so,’ Kalten said. ‘Martel sleeps very lightly when Sparhawk’s in the same kingdom with him.’

‘May God aid your arm then, Sir Sparhawk,’ the baron said. ‘My son will rest more peacefully once his betrayer joins him in the House of the Dead.’

The door burst open, and Sir Enmann hurried into the room. ‘My Lord!’ he said to Alstrom in urgent tones, ‘come quickly!’

Alstrom came to his feet. ‘What is it, Sir Enmann?’

‘Count Gerrich has deceived us. He has a fleet of ships on the river, and even now his forces are landing on both sides of this promontory.’

‘Sound the alarm!’ the baron commanded, ‘and raise the drawbridge!’

‘At once, My Lord.’ Enmann hurried from the room.

Alstrom sighed bleakly. ‘I’m afraid it’s too late, Sir Sparhawk,’ he said. ‘Both your quest and the task I set you are doomed now. We are under siege, and we will all be trapped within these walls for a number of years, I fear.’

The booming crash of boulders slamming against the walls of Alstrom’s castle came with monotonous regularity as the siege engines of Count Gerrich moved into place and began pounding the fortress.

Sparhawk and the others had remained in the cheerless, weapon-cluttered room at Alstrom’s request, and they sat awaiting his return.

‘I’ve never been under siege before,’ Talen said, looking up from his drawings. ‘How long do they usually last?’

‘If we can’t come up with a way to get out of here, you’ll be shaving by the time it’s over,’ Kurik told him.

‘Do something, Sparhawk,’ the boy said urgently.

‘I’m open to suggestions.’

Talen looked at him helplessly.

Baron Alstrom came back into the room. His face was bleak. ‘I’m afraid we’re completely encircled,’ he said.

‘A truce, perhaps?’ Bevier suggested. ‘It’s customary in Arcium to grant safe passage to women and Churchmen before pressing a siege.’

‘Unfortunately, Sir Bevier,’ Alstrom replied, ‘this is not Arcium. This is Lamorkand, and there’s no such thing as a truce here.’

‘Any ideas?’ Sparhawk asked Sephrenia.

‘A few, perhaps,’ she said. ‘Let me have a try at your excellent Elene logic. First, the use of main force to break out of the castle is quite out of the question, wouldn’t you say?’

‘Absolutely.’

‘And, as you pointed out, a truce would probably not be honoured?’

‘I certainly wouldn’t want to gamble His Grace’s life or yours on a truce.’

‘Then there’s the possibility of stealth. I don’t think that would work either, do you?’

‘Too risky,’ Kalten agreed. ‘The castle is surrounded, and the soldiers will be on the alert for people trying to sneak out.’

‘Subterfuge of some kind?’ she asked.

‘Not under these circumstances,’ Ulath said. ‘The troops surrounding the castle are armed with crossbows. We’d never get close enough to tell them stories.’

‘That leaves only the arts of Styricum, doesn’t it?’

Ortzel’s face stiffened. ‘I will not be a party to the use of heathen sorcery,’ he declared.

‘I was afraid he might look at it that way,’ Kalten murmured to Sparhawk.

‘I’ll try to reason with him in the morning,’ Sparhawk replied under his breath. He looked at Baron Alstrom. ‘It’s late, My Lord,’ he said, ‘and we’re all tired. Some sleep might clear our heads and hint at other solutions.’

‘Well said, Sir Sparhawk,’ Alstrom agreed. ‘My servants will convey you and your companions to safe quarters, and we shall consider this matter further on the morrow.’

They were led through the bleak halls of Alstrom’s castle to a wing that, while comfortable, showed little signs of use. Supper was brought to them in their rooms, and Sparhawk and Kalten removed their armour. After they had eaten, they sat talking quietly in the chamber they shared.

‘I could have told you that Ortzel would feel the way he does about magic. The Churchmen here in Lamorkand feel almost as strongly about it as Rendors.’

‘If it’d been Dolmant, we might have talked our way around him,’ Sparhawk agreed glumly.

‘Dolmant’s more cosmopolitan,’ Kalten said. ‘He grew up next door to the Pandion Mother-house, and he knows a great deal more about the secrets than he lets on.’

There was a light rap on the door. Sparhawk rose and answered it. It was Talen. ‘Sephrenia wants to see you,’ he told the big knight.

‘All right. Go to bed, Kalten. You’re still looking a bit worse for wear. Lead the way, Talen.’

The boy took Sparhawk to the end of the corridor and tapped on the door.

‘Come in, Talen,’ Sephrenia replied.

‘How did you know it was me?’ Talen asked curiously as he opened the door.

‘There are ways,’ she said mysteriously. The small Styric woman was gently brushing Flute’s long black hair. The child had a dreamy look on her small face, and she was humming to herself contentedly. Sparhawk was startled. It was the first vocal sound he had ever heard her utter. ‘If she can hum, why is it she can’t talk?’ he asked.

‘Whatever gave you the idea she can’t talk?’ Sephrenia continued her brushing.

‘She never has.’

‘What does that have to do with it?’

‘What did you want to see me about?’

‘It’s going to take something rather spectacular to get us out of here,’ she replied, ‘and I may need your help and that of the others to manage it.’

‘All you have to do is ask. Have you got any ideas?’

‘A few. Our first problem is Ortzel, though. If he bows his neck on this, we’ll never get him out of the castle.’

‘Suppose I just hit him on the head before we leave and tie him across his saddle until we’re safely away?’

‘Sparhawk,’ she chided him.

‘It was a thought,’ he shrugged. ‘What about Flute here?’

‘What about her?’

‘She made those soldiers on the docks at Vardenais and the spies outside the chapterhouse ignore us. Couldn’t she do that here too?’

‘Do you realize how large that army outside the gate is, Sparhawk? She’s just a little girl, after all.’

‘Oh. I didn’t know that would make a difference.’

‘Of course it does.’

‘Couldn’t you put Ortzel to sleep?’ Talen asked her. ‘You know, sort of wiggle your fingers at him until he drops off?’

‘It’s possible, I suppose.’

‘Then he won’t know you used magic to get us out of here until he wakes up.’

‘Interesting notion,’ she conceded. ‘How did you come up with it?’

‘I’m a thief, Sephrenia,’ he grinned impudently. ‘I wouldn’t be very good at it if I couldn’t think faster than the other fellow.’

‘However we manage Ortzel is beside the point,’ Sparhawk said. ‘Our main concern is getting Alstrom’s co-operation. He might be a little reluctant to risk his brother’s life on something he doesn’t understand. I’ll talk with him in the morning.’

‘Be very persuasive, Sparhawk,’ Sephrenia said.

‘I’ll try. Come along, Talen. Let the ladies get some sleep. Kalten and I have a spare bed in our room. You can sleep there. Sephrenia, don’t be afraid to call on me and the others if you need help with any spells.’

‘I’m never afraid, Sparhawk – not when I have you to protect me.’

‘Stop that,’ he told her. Then he smiled. ‘Sleep well, Sephrenia.’

‘You too, dear one.’

‘Good night, Flute,’ he added.

She blew him a little trill on her pipes.