The Fireseed Wars

THIRTY-NINE

So this is mighty Greffa City, Kalvan thought to himself. It looks a bit like Acre, the old Crusader city. I hope it's not as hard a nut to crack.

The Army of Greffa had faced little opposition as they approached the City, as most of the villages and farms that dotted the land had been deserted. He assumed most of the peasants and villagers were encamped behind the great curtain wall that surrounded the city. It was common practice here-and-now during sieges to kill or run off the peasants, loot and burn their cottages and fire the towns.

The few soldiers they'd captured had cursed Theovacar for taking the army and leaving Greffa City poorly defended. But not quite undefended: there were about five thousand garrison troops and another two to three thousand "volunteer militia" who'd been given crossbows, half-pikes and halberds. According to Count Vinaldos, less than half of the Greffan militia had any military experience and he expected that they'd fold at the first real exchange of firepower once the Hostigi breached the City Walls.

Last night they had taken one of the nearby towns along the Galfryth Sea (Lake Michigan) and captured several small boats and one larger trading vessel. They'd put the four lighter guns on the fishing boats and loaded the two-masted merchant ship with fireseed and tar. Verkan had led the night attack on Greffa Harbor, where they had burned eight warships tied up at the dock and destroyed three others in the harbor along with a score of merchant and fishing boats. Squat fingers of black smoke were still rising from several of the vessels that had been too close to shore to founder.

Verkan had left several companies of Ulthori soldiers, familiar with boats, to man their small ad hoc navy and keep supplies and reinforcements from entering Greffa Harbor. They'd be all right as long as Theovacar didn't send the Grefftscharr Fleet back. Verkan had also brought back two boats loaded with fish, which were heartily welcomed by the troops. Traveling on horseback had restricted their foraging and the men were tired of stale bread, succotash, squash and buffalo jerky.

Colonel Catos, the officer in charge of the Army of Greffa Royal Artillery, rode up on his horse, saying, "With Galzar's help, Your Majesty, we shall break these walls down within a moon."

Catos was another of his bright and upcoming young men who would get an opportunity to prove himself in this spring's campaigns. Still, Kalvan would have preferred to have old Thalmoth, who'd died defending Tarr-Hostigos, or General Alkides who was in charge of the guns defending Thagnor City. Catos was long on ideas, but short on experience.

"The gods help those who help themselves," Kalvan answered, quoting one of his father's favorite aphorisms. He wondered once again what his minister father would think of here-and-now's pantheon of gods and goddesses. He remembered one of his father's quotations on the subject from Exodus: "Thou shalt not make unto me any graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. Tnou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them…"

Once his father recovered from the shock of finding himself here-and-now, he would've spent the rest of his days trying to convert the heathen to Christianity.

Catos wheeled his horse and rode away to talk over the siege with his officers.

Captain-General Verkan sidled up and leaned over in his saddle, asking, "How many of the artillery shells did we bring with us, Your Majesty?"

Kalvan leaned back in his saddle trying to recall the exact number. "We brought fifty. We left most of them as surprises for the Grand Host."

Verkan grinned. "They'll be surprised all right, when they get some lobbed into their laps!"