David Gemmell - Echoes of the Great Song

Over the hills came a line of marching men, dressed in armour of bronze, and carrying long shields and spears.

Hundreds of them came into sight. The trumpets sounded again, and the soldiers formed into four lines and rushed at the flanking Almecs. The fire-clubs boomed, but the shields of the advancing force took most of the impact.

The long spears dropped into the horizontal attack position. The Almecs tried to stand firm, but the spears tore into them. Then the attacking line opened and hundreds of swordsmen charged the defenders, hacking and slashing. Within moments the Almec regiment had been cut to pieces, the survivors fleeing back to the main force.

Pendar felt a surging sense of joy. The battle had shifted once more and now the Almecs were fighting for their lives, slowly retreating back up the hill, attempting a fighting withdrawal to the safety of their ships.

All along the line the almost demoralized Vagars found new heart.

Pendar shouted for the charge and his soldiers followed him, cutting a path into the fleeing Almecs.

The retreat turned into a rout, the enemy spinning on their heels and running for the transient safety of the river. Small groups of Almecs formed fighting circles, but these were soon overrun.

On the city walls Mejana, realizing that victory was close, ordered the last of the militia companies to race out and join the battle.

The bronze-armoured newcomers, in perfect formation, marched across the battlefield to the beat of a score of drums. The Almecs fell back before them, throwing aside their weapons. Some threw themselves to their knees begging for mercy. None was forthcoming.

At the river the dismayed Almec force found the golden ships had deserted them. Milling and confused they offered no real resistance to the swarming, murderous attacks the Vagars launched against them.

Immensely weary now, Pendar stood back from the slaughter. He made no attempt to stop the massacre. This was, he considered, a day of reckoning.

A figure in bronze armour walked up to him. 'Are you in command?' he said, lifting off his helm.

'Loosely speaking,' admitted Pendar. The man was incredibly handsome, his hair dyed gold at the temples, his eyes large and violet.

'I am Ammon. I trust my arrival was timely?'

'It was indeed, sir. However, there is another army besieging Pagaru. Your aid would be most welcome.'

Ammon gazed about the battlefield. 'Where are the Avatars?' he asked.

'All dead. They charged the enemy and destroyed their base.'

'That was the thunder we heard,' said Ammon. 'I thought the skies had fallen. All dead, you say?'

'It was a valiant charge. Glorious to behold.'

'I am sorry to have missed it,' said Ammon. 'This means then that the Lady Mejana controls the city?'

'Yes and no. She holds power until we can elect a ruling council.'

'I think you will find you need a king,' said Ammon. 'But such thoughts can wait for another day.'

Sofarita called Methras to her as the first ten of the Avatar soldiers, along with Questor Ro, climbed into the silver longboat and headed for the moonlit shore. 'You must sail back as swiftly as we came,' she warned him. 'If all goes well this will be the last voyage of the Serpent.'

'The last voyage? I don't understand. There should be power in her for years yet — even with the Music.'

'Not for much longer. Anu's pyramid will not feed the stones, but draw the power from them. That is its purpose. He foresaw the coming of the Crystal Queen. If the Serpent is still at sea when the pyramid is complete she will wallow and sink.'

'How then will we come back for you?'

'You will not.'

Turning away from him she walked to the deck rail and stood beside Talaban and Touchstone. The tribesman was scanning the shoreline. The silver longboat returned. Talaban climbed down the rope ladder, followed by Touchstone and the remaining ten Avatar bowmen. Sofarita climbed last. Her joints ached with the effort and there was a flaring pain in her left hip.

Talaban helped her down.

The longboat swung and headed for shore. 'Will you tell me now what has happened in Egaru?' said Talaban.

'They have defeated the invader,' she said. 'But at great cost.'

He gave a grim smile. 'Damn the cost. Rael is a fine strategist.'

'Was,' she said. 'He is dead. And the cost was greater than you could imagine. All the Avatars died with him.'

The men in the boat were silent as she told the story of the destruction of the Library and the last charge, and of how Viruk had galloped his mount through the line of beasts, drawing them into destruction. She told them also of Ammon's flight from the city to gather the remnants of his army, and how they had arrived in time to turn the battle.

The longboat came to a stop at the shore, but no-one moved. 'We are the last of our race,' said Talaban.

Sofarita gazed at the faces of the men in the boat. The expressions were thoughtful and heavy with sadness.

There was no arrogance in them now. They were no longer the god-race, merely men who had lost their families and their loved ones.

Touchstone broke the silence. Laying his hand on Talaban's arm he said, 'Kill Almecs now. Yes?'

Talaban did not reply, but he stepped over the side of the boat and waded to the shore. The other Avatars followed him, joining the first group and telling them of the disaster. Questor Ro ran to the boat and took Sofarita's hand.

Once ashore she took a deep breath. There is no going back, Questor Ro,' she said.

'I am where I want to be,' he told her. 'Is it true they are all dead?'

'Yes, it is true.'

He stood silently for a moment. 'We became selfish, but it was not always so. We gave the world civilization, the written word, architecture, poetry, learning. I hope when men remember us they remember the good with the bad.'

They will not remember you, Ro,' she told him. 'Not as men. You will first become legends, and then the gods you dreamed of being. That is, if we win.'

A slim figure moved from the shelter of the trees and stood waiting.

Sofarita saw that it was a woman, and one of the wolf soldiers. Her face had been smeared with red lines, her brow painted black. Touchstone gave a wild whoop and ran towards her. The woman stood very still.

Touchstone halted before her.

'All is complete,' he said. The winter of my soul is over.'

She did not smile, but she reached out with her left hand. Touchstone took it in his right, and held it to his heart. 'Did you hear my prayer-songs?' he asked her.

'Every one,' she replied. 'Did you feel my heart reach out to you?'

'I felt it. Aya! But this is a good day!' Still holding her hand he led her to Talaban. 'This Suryet,' he said proudly. This wife of heart. Die happy now.' Then he spoke in Anajo to Suryet. This is the Lord of the Black Ship, who promised to bring me to you. He is a good man, a fine warrior, and he has come to aid the People against the invaders. Greet him as a brother of my soul.'

Suryet stepped forward and placed her hand over Talaban's heart, then transferred it to her own. This done she spoke a swift sentence to Touchstone and swung away, walking swiftly towards the trees.

'She say we go,' said Touchstone. 'Enemy close.'

Talaban nodded and led his men after her. For an hour they followed Suryet along deer paths and narrow trails through the trees. Sofarita found the journey increasingly difficult and began to fall behind. Questor Ro called out to Talaban. The warrior loped back. 'What is the problem?' he asked her.

'My joints are crystallizing,' she said. 'I cannot walk much further.' Tossing his zhi-bow to Ro, Talaban swept her into his arms. She was lighter than he expected. Ro looked crestfallen as the warrior moved back towards his men. Being small and slight he could never have carried her far, but the sight of her in the arms of another man was hard to bear.