Bernard Cornwell - The Grail Quest 1 - Harlequin

Will Skeat edged down the bank where a dozen men were stack-ing the hurdles. He shivered in the cold wind that came from the water. The sky to the east was still dark, but some light came from the watch fires that burned within La Roche-Derrien.

They're nice and quiet in there," Skeat said, nodding towards the town.

Pray they're sleeping," Thomas said.

In beds too. I've forgotten what a bed's like,“ Skeat said, then edged aside to let another man through to the riverbank. Thomas was surprised to see it was Sir Simon Jekyll, who had been so scornful of him in the Earl's tent. Sir Simon,” Will Skeat said, barely bothering to disguise his own scorn, wants a word with thee." Sir Simon wrinkled his nose at the stench of the river mud. Much of it, he supposed, was the town's sewage and he was glad he was not wading barelegged through the muck.

You are confident of passing the stakes?“ he asked Thomas. I wouldn't be going otherwise,” Thomas said, not bothering to sound respectful.

Thomas's tone made Sir Simon bridle, but he controlled his tem-per. The Earl,“ he said distantly, has given me the honour of leading the attack on the walls.” He stopped abruptly and Thomas waited, expecting more, but Sir Simon merely looked at him with an irri-tated face. So Thomas takes the walls,“ Skeat finally spoke, to make it safe for your ladders?”

What I do not want,“ Sir Simon ignored Skeat and spoke to Thomas, is for you to take your men ahead of mine into the town itself. We see armed men, we're likely to kill them, you understand?”

Thomas almost spat in derision. His men would be armed with bows and no enemy carried a long-stave bow like the English so there was hardly any chance of being mistaken for the town's defenders, but he held his tongue. He just nodded.

You and your archers can join our attack,“ Sir Simon went on, but you will be under my command.”

Thomas nodded again and Sir Simon, irritated by the implied insolence, turned on his heel and walked away.

Goddamn bastard," Thomas said.

He just wants to get his nose into the trough ahead of the rest of us," Skeat said.

You're letting the bastard use our ladders?“ Thomas asked. If he wants to be first up, let him. Ladders are green wood, Tom, and if they break I'd rather it was him tumbling than me. Besides, I reckon we'll be better off following you through the river, but I ain't telling Sir Simon that.” Skeat grinned, then swore as a crash sounded from the darkness south of the river. Those bloody white rats," Skeat said, and vanished into the shadows. The white rats were the Bretons loyal to Duke John, men who wore his badge of a white ermine, and some sixty Breton cross-bowmen had been attached to Skeat's soldiers, their job to rattle the walls with their bolts as the ladders were placed against the ramparts. It was those men who had startled the night with their noise and now the noise grew even louder. Some fool had tripped in the dark and thumped a crossbowman with a pavise, the huge shield behind which the crossbows were laboriously reloaded, and the crossbowman struck back, and suddenly the white rats were having a brawl in the dark. The defenders, naturally, heard them and started to hurl burning bales of straw over the ramparts and then a church bell began to toll, then another, and all this long before Thomas had even started across the mud.

Sir Simon Jekyll, alarmed by the bells and the burning straw, shouted that the attack must go in now. Carry the ladders forward!" he bellowed. Defenders were running onto La Roche-Derrien's walls and the first crossbow bolts were spitting off the ramparts that were lit bright by the burning bales.

Hold those goddamn ladders!“ Will Skeat snarled at his men, then looked at Thomas. What do you reckon?”

I think the bastards are distracted,“ Thomas said. So you'll go?”

Got nothing better to do, Will."

Bloody white rats!"

Thomas led his men onto the mud. The hurdles were some help, but not as much as he had hoped, so that they still slipped and struggled their way towards the great stakes and Thomas reckoned the noise they made was enough to wake King Arthur and his knights. But the defenders were making even more noise. Every church bell was clanging, a trumpet was screaming, men were shouting, dogs barking, cockerels were crowing, and the crossbows were creaking and banging as their cords were inched back and released.

The walls loomed to Thomas's right. He wondered if the Blackbird was up there. He had seen her twice now and been captivated by the fierceness of her face and her wild black hair. A score of other archers had seen her too, and all of them men who could thread an arrow through a bracelet at a hundred paces, yet the woman still lived. Amazing, Thomas thought, what a pretty face could do. He threw down the last hurdle and so reached the wooden stakes, each one a whole tree trunk sunk into the mud. His men joined him and they heaved against the timber until the rotted wood split like straw. The stakes made a terrible noise as they fell, but it was drowned by the uproar in the town. Jake, the cross-eyed murderer from Exeter gaol, pulled himself alongside Thomas. To their right now was a wooden quay with a rough ladder at one end. Dawn was coming and a feeble, thin, grey light was seeping from the east to outline the bridge across the Jaudy. It was a handsome stone bridge with a barbican at its further end, and Thomas feared the garrison of that tower might see them, but no one called an alarm and no crossbow bolts thumped across the river.

Thomas and Jake were first up the quay ladder, then came Sam, the youngest of Skeat's archers. The wooden landing stage served a timberyard and a dog began barking frantically among the stacked trunks, but Sam slipped into the blackness with his knife and the barking suddenly stopped. Good doggy,“ Sam said as he came back. String your bows,” Thomas said. He had looped the hemp cord onto his own black weapon and now untied the laces of his arrow bag

I hate bloody dogs,“ Sam said. One bit my mother when she was pregnant with me.”

That's why you're daft," Jake said.

Shut your goddamn faces,“ Thomas ordered. More archers were climbing the quay, which was swaying alarmingly, but he could see that the walls he was supposed to capture were thick with defenders now. English arrows, their white goose feathers bright in the flamelight of the defenders” fires, flickered over the wall and thumped into the town's thatched roofs. Maybe we should open the south gate," Thomas suggested.

Go through the town?" Jake asked in alarm.

It's a small town," Thomas said.

You're mad," Jake said, but he was grinning and he meant the words as a compliment.

I'm going anyway," Thomas said. It would be dark in the streets and their long bows would be hidden. He reckoned it would be safe enough.

A dozen men followed Thomas while the rest started plundering the nearer buildings. More and more men were coming through the broken stakes now as Will Skeat sent them down the riverbank rather than wait for the wall to be captured. The defenders had seen the men in the mud and were shooting down from the end of the town wall, but the first attackers were already loose in the streets.

Thomas blundered through the town. It was pitch-black in the alleys and hard to tell where he was going, though by climbing the hill on which the town was built he reckoned he must eventually go over the summit and so down to the southern gate. Men ran past him, but no one could see that he and his companions were English. The church bells were deafening. Children were crying, dogs howling, gulls screaming, and the noise was making Thomas terrified. This was a daft idea, he thought. Maybe Sir Simon had already climbed the walls? Maybe he was wasting his time? Yet white-feathered arrows still thumped into the town roofs, suggesting the walls were untaken, and so he forced himself to keep