Valour

CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE

CAMLIN

The walls of Dun Taras appeared through a dense curtain of sleet. Camlin rode in the van, close to Edana and her other shieldmen, Halion, Marrock and Vonn.

It had been a hard and slow march back from the mountains, a wall of sleet and snow bringing death quickly to those too weak to keep up.

Rhin’s warband had not pursued at any great pace but Rath’s scouts reported that they were coming, marching steadily behind them.

They’re happy to herd us into Dun Taras and watch us starve to death.

Camlin could still not believe how decisively the battle had been lost. He had never seen anything like the wall of shields that had marched out of the foothills and along the giants’ road, never seen death dealt out so efficiently and clinically. Something about it had felt so wrong: it took the heart from the battle — no deeds of valour, no great displays of skill or strength that won the day — just a cold, soulless distribution of death. It had scared him. He remembered seeing something similar back in the feast-hall at Dun Carreg, forming up to protect Nathair as all hell had broken loose. But it had been on a much smaller scale, and he had been close enough that he had been able to find a few gaps with his arrows. This time, though, three blocks of warriors, each two or three hundred men strong, shields and swords bristling. It would take a lot more than a few arrows to crack that nut.

Horns rang out as they rode through the streets beyond the fortress’ walls, then they were passing beneath a stone archway, grim-faced warriors upon the battlements. Rath headed straight for the keep and an audience with Eremon. He beckoned for Edana to go with him, so her four shieldmen followed dutifully behind.

Eremon was looking even older. Up close he could see every line and crease, his skin sagging, waxy. He looks like a candle burned too long. Beside him sat his pale-faced and dark-haired queen. Roisin. Camlin disliked her greatly, mostly based upon the grief she had rained down on Halion. This was a woman who was prepared to kill to see her plans made real.

There was a fluttering sound and a bird appeared at the window, peering through a flapping shutter — Fech. When he saw Edana he hopped through the gap, shook himself and started running his beak through his feathers.

The King listened solemnly to Rath and Edana recount the battle at the border.

‘How can we defeat them?’ he asked as Rath fell silent.

‘I don’t know,’ Rath said. ‘I have never seen its like before. We threw ourselves against it for a long day and could not stop it. I could not say if we even slew one man. A warband of giants would be easier to defeat.’ He hung his head.

Eremon looked from Rath to Edana.

‘There must be a way, my King,’ Edana said. ‘And your strong walls and harsh winter will help us, I am sure.’

‘Aye, true enough,’ Eremon mused, rubbing his wispy chin.

‘Is that all you have to offer?’ Roisin said. ‘After you bring Rhin’s warband howling into Domhain, snapping at your heels, slaughtering our warriors. And you say rock and rain will save us?’

Edana coloured, looking speechless.

‘That is not true,’ Halion said, stepping forward. ‘Rhin was always coming, whether Edana was here or not.’

Roisin turned her look on Halion. ‘That is something we shall never know, now. You play on your father’s good nature.’

Halion stared at Roisin, but said nothing in response. A silence settled over the room, then Rath spoke.

‘Edana and her followers have fought in the battle,’ Rath said. ‘Risked their lives in the defence of Domhain. That counts for something.’

‘In defence of their own plans, more like,’ Roisin said.

‘Enough,’ snapped Eremon, looking more irritated than angry.

Edana took a step forwards. ‘I did not force Rhin to invade Narvon, or Ardan. Did not steer her into killing Owain, or my own mother and father. Rhin has her own plans, and to her I am only one minor inconvenience amongst many. As are you. It is your throne she has her eye on now, the reason she is here. She wishes to rule the west — perhaps the whole of the Banished Lands for all I know. Her ambitions reach far higher than hunting down the last heir to a kingdom that barely exists any more.’ She spoke clearly, her eyes on Roisin the whole time.

Well done, girl, thought Camlin. Give the snake a little venom back.

Eremon patted a chair beside him and clapped his hands. ‘Come and sit, Edana. Drink some ale with me. You must be tired, but I would hear more from you before you retire.’ Servants appeared, carrying food and drink. Camlin and the others were ushered away, leaving Edana with Eremon and Roisin.

‘Let’s get a drink,’ Halion said, blowing out a long breath.

‘I don’t like her,’ Vonn said, taking a sip from his cup.

They were sitting in a corner of the feast-hall, the four of them, huddled in conversation.

‘There’s not much to like,’ Marrock agreed.

‘There’s plenty to like, until she opens her mouth,’ Camlin said.

‘Poor Edana.’ Vonn shook his head. ‘She has had enough to deal with, without vipers like that.’

‘Roisin must have been raging inside,’ Halion said. ‘Usually she pours honey from her lips. All that she says is thought through, has a purpose.’

‘Something is disrupting her composure, then?’ Marrock said.

‘Perhaps that’s to do with a foreign warband marching up the giants’ road,’ Camlin pointed out. ‘Don’t read me wrong — she strikes me as an evil bitch, sure enough. But she’s also a mother, and I get the feeling she loves her son to death and beyond. Might be that the thought of Rhin putting his head on a spear is upsetting her a little.’

Halion nodded thoughtfully.

‘For an ex-thief and murderer you talk a lot of sense sometimes,’ Marrock said.

‘You get a lot of time to think, living in the Darkwood. All that waiting around for people to rob.’

‘What’s going to happen, now?’ Vonn asked. He was looking at Halion.

‘I don’t know,’ Halion said. ‘Like Edana said, I suppose. Hide behind these walls, let them and winter put Rhin off. Then try and think of a way to beat that wall of shields by spring.’

‘I know how to do it,’ Camlin said calmly.

‘How?’ They all looked at him.

‘Don’t go getting excited. It can’t be done here — or out there, anyway, in all those open meadows. That’s the perfect terrain for them. We need to fight them in the woods, where they can’t form their wall. Either that or sit on the top of a hill and roll a few score boulders at them. They might not want to stand so close together, then.’

Halion nodded. ‘You know what — you might just have something there. I’m going to find Rath.’

Marrock clapped Camlin on the shoulder. ‘You are a good man to have around, you know.’

Just then the doors opened and in walked Roisin. Her son Lorcan walked beside her, Quinn the first-sword behind him, with a few others. Roisin saw Halion and strode to him.

‘What are your schemes here?’ she hissed, leaning close to Halion.

‘There is no scheme,’ Halion said. ‘Open your eyes, Roisin. Edana and I, we are swept on the wave of someone else’s plans. Rhin is the great manipulator in all of this. You may have met your match at last.’

‘I don’t trust you, Halion the bastard. Using a young girl to worm your way into Eremon’s court? It will not work.’

Halion jerked away from her. ‘Your paranoia grows, Roisin. I thought it had peaked when it led you to murder my mam.’

‘You accuse me?’

‘I don’t need to. Those who matter know it was you.’ He took another step back, took a deep breath. ‘I did not come back to Domhain to settle past wrongs. That is done. There is a shared enemy to fight. I am not here to contest Lorcan’s right to the throne, but there is a warband out there that will. Think on that, Roisin; think on who your true enemy is here.’

With that he strode away, past Lorcan and Quinn and through the feast-hall doors. Roisin watched him leave with narrowed eyes. Camlin suspected this would not be the end of it.