Chapter 22

“What do we have so far?” Corec asked Boktar. They were behind the wheelwright’s shop, watching the activity in the wagon yard as Nedley demonstrated how to cock and load a heavy crossbow to eight of the men they’d managed to recruit. Five others were already loosing bolts at targets, after professing to having experience with the weapon.

“It’s a mix,” the stoneborn man said. “There are three mercenaries and two former soldiers. Those are the only ones with any real training. We’ve got a retired caravan guard who’s too old to do any fighting, and two of the town’s guardsmen—neither of whom has done anything more than break up a drunken brawl. The rest of these fellows showed up looking for any sort of job they can get, but they’ve never held a weapon before. You told me you’d be training everyone on the siege equipment, so I haven’t sent them away yet.”

Corec sighed. It was what he’d expected, but not what he’d hoped for. “We’ll need plenty of men for the ballistae and catapults, so go ahead and pay that last group for training until we see if we can use them. I figure everyone will be new to the siege weapons, so they won’t be too out of place. Only five real fighters?”

“We just started signing recruits yesterday. More will come.”

Corec nodded. “Take the best of them and turn them into infantry, but give everyone the same training. If someone on the siege weapons gets injured, someone else will have to take over for him. Stick to crossbows this morning, and the pikes will start arriving this afternoon. I asked for a mix of twelve-foot and fifteen-foot shafts.” Corec had found a batch of fortisteel pike heads in Tir Yadar, but he’d left the rotting wooden shafts behind. Two woodworkers were crafting replacements for him now.

“No other weapons?” Boktar asked. “Just pikes and crossbows?”

“There’s not much else that would be useful against a dragon. We could buy a few heavy warhammers as a last resort, and I suppose the infantry should carry staff-spears in case they don’t have time to grab their pikes from the wagons, but really, even the pikes won’t come into play until we manage to get the dragon down on the ground. The siege weapons have to be our focus. The knights—some of them, at least—will be here tomorrow to start training everyone on those.”

Boktar nodded. “What about armor?”

“Mail, cuirasses, and tower shields for the infantry. Same for the knights if they want them. Whatever’s left can go to the siege crews. There’s not enough for everyone, but I’ll get more of those armored coats made. Those are better than brigandine, as long as you’ve got some padding underneath.”

“Shields and pikes for the infantry?” Boktar asked. A pike was long and heavy enough that it could only be wielded with two hands.

“Shields for all of them, in case they need to shield the weapon crews. In formation, some may have to drop their shields to carry pikes, but silversteel’s lighter than a normal shield. In a stationary defense, they might be able to hold both as long as they keep the pike braced against the ground. We’ll have to see how it works.”

“Corec?” Ariadne said, coming out the back door of the shop. “This man says he knows you.”

The bulky fellow that followed her out looked familiar, but Corec couldn’t place him until he noticed the black brigandine armor. “I forget the name,” he said to the former red-eye, one of the men who’d attacked Jol’s Brook.

“Cenric,” the man replied. “People in town said it was you going after the dragon, so I came to see. They say you’re recruiting.”

“I would have figured you’d want to avoid us,” Corec said.

Cenric shrugged, staring back expressionlessly. “That priestess of yours saved me.”

Corec nodded. “You made it back out of Larso safely, then? No problems?” Treya had been worried about the former red-eyes getting too close to the voice that had been controlling them.

“Only went as far as Highfell. Got my wife and sister, and we came to Four Roads and found a little spot for a farm up north. Broke sod and got a few potatoes in, and built a log cabin over the summer. It’s not much, but it’s all I have. I don’t want to lose it to the dragon.”

“You were a sergeant,” Corec said. “You could have found work as an armsman somewhere.”

A haunted look crossed the man’s face. “Never again. Not after what we did to those people.”

“Are you sure you want to sign on? I don’t think the dragon will make it north of town. You should be safe where you’re at.” Corec needed men with experience, but Cenric didn’t seem to have recovered from his time as a red-eye.

“I need the work. Half a field of potatoes isn’t going to pay for wheat and corn seed for the spring planting. I’ll do what I can to help with the dragon; I just don’t want to have to kill anyone ever again.”

“I don’t plan to,” Corec said. Not with these troops, at least, though perhaps he could recruit some of the better ones afterward. “Boktar will get you set up.”

Boktar and Cenric exchanged solemn nods. The two men had worked together on the funeral pyres at Jol’s Brook.

“Let’s go take a look at the crossbows,” Boktar said.

As they moved off, Ariadne came to stand next to Corec.

“This place, Four Roads, it’s your home?” she asked.

“I live here sometimes, but I’m from Larso.”

“The land your enemy rules over?”

“Yes.”

“And these Knights of Pallisur, they’re from Larso. You were one of them once, but no longer?”

“They kicked me out when when they found out I was a mage, back when I was still a trainee. We may have some problems with them over that.”

Ariadne shook her head. “Humans still fight amongst themselves. They’ve taken our place in the world, but they still act like the primitive tribes they were when I knew them.”

“People always fight, sometimes for good reason.”

She was quiet for a moment. “It used to be easier,” she said finally. “There were the Chosar, and then there was everyone else. I swore to protect my people, but what happens if I can’t find them? Everything is so different now. How do I know who deserves help and who doesn’t?”

That was a strange question, but her puzzlement sounded sincere.

“I don’t think there are any real rules,” Corec said. “If you come across someone that needs help, they probably deserve it. If not, well, you just deal with that when the time comes.”

“Matagor, eh?” said the South Corner pigeon keeper, a man named Lon. “That’ll be thirty-five silver.” Pigeon post was expensive, since the birds had to be carted back after a single flight. “Who’s it going to?”

“Duke Lorvis,” Leena replied.

There were no outgoing pigeons left in Four Roads, and with the dragon approaching, it wasn’t safe to ask a messenger to go south. Ellerie wanted to send messages to Matagor and Terevas, but Leena had never been to either place. She had been to South Corner, though, which was close to both kingdoms.

The town was in the free lands, but far enough from the dragon’s keep that no one seemed worried. Leena hadn’t seen any refugees either, which suggested the dragon was focusing its attention to the north.

Lon raised his eyebrows. “The duke of the city? What makes you think he’ll read it?”

“It’s from an old acquaintance of his.”

“Well, I can send the message, but I can’t promise it’ll get to him. My pigeons don’t go to the duke’s palace, just to another aviary in the city. The keeper there will have to take it to the palace and leave it with the duke’s people.”

“I understand,” Leena said. If this didn’t work, she’d have to try Traveling to a place she’d never been to. She’d done it before, mostly by accident, but she hadn’t mastered the skill yet.

“One pigeon for Matagor, then. And the second message?”

“It’s for Queen Revana of Terevas.”

Lon barked a laugh. “The elf queen? Good luck with that one. I don’t have any pigeons that home in Terevas.”

“Is there some other way to get a message there?”

“You can try sending it to the fellow I know in Matagor, and see if he has a pigeon for Terevas, or you can hire a courier. My son’s always looking for work, and he’s got a fast horse. Not been to visit the elves too often, though.”

“I’ll hire your son, if he’s willing. How much?”

“Well, for Terevas, you see, there won’t be any work on the return trip, so you have to pay both coming and going.” Lon turned to a map hanging on the wall behind him and measured out the distance. “Let’s call it two gold.”

Leena winced. She’d brought plenty of coin, but she suspected the man was overcharging her. “One and a half now,” she said. “The rest when he returns—unless they’ve already paid him more than that to send a reply. I’ll check back in ... is four weeks enough time?”

The pigeon keeper chewed the inside of his lip as he considered it. “Aye, that’ll do.”

Her coin purse lightened, Leena left the pigeon post aviary and ducked between two buildings, out of sight. She had one more stop to make before returning to Four Roads. With a moment’s thought, she was in Aencyr, standing on the neatly trimmed lawn in front of Hildra’s manor house. It was late in the day here, and the sun was low on the horizon.

She’d been to Hildra’s home twice before, taking messages for Ellerie, and the majordomo allowed her in to see the dwarven woman without a problem. Leena quickly explained the purpose of her visit.

Hildra’s eyebrows went up. “Weapons to fight dragons?”

“Ellerie thought you might know of something.”

The stocky woman shook her head. “I don’t have anything like that. Why does she want to fight a dragon?”

“It’s been killing people and driving them from their homes. Corec decided someone had to deal with it.”

“Cordaea rarely sees dragons, so I can’t help with that ... but since you’re here, I do have something you can take back with you.”

Ten minutes later, Leena was back at the wheelwright’s shop in Four Roads with two bulky, heavy canvas bags slung over her shoulders. She deposited them on the floor.

Ellerie and Corec looked up from the paperwork they were poring over.

“Hildra had something we could use?” Ellerie asked, eyeing the bags.

“Hildra?” Corec said. “You went to Cordaea?”

Ellerie said, “I was hoping Hildra would have some sort of weapon for fighting a dragon.”

“She didn’t,” Leena said. “This is the armor you found in Tir Yadar.”

“King Argyros’s armor?” Ellerie asked. “She was able to fix it?”

“She said she removed the enchantment that burned anyone who touched it, and she reset the binding spell. That’s why the pieces are in the bags. It’ll bind itself to whoever touches it next.”

Corec nodded. “I’m sure Ariadne will be glad to have it back.”

Leena shook her head. “Hildra said you should try it. She thinks it’ll fit you. It has to be someone close to your size.”

“Me?” Corec said, frowning. “I wouldn’t feel right about that. I already took the man’s hammer. The armor should go to Ariadne’s people.”

Ellerie shrugged. “If the binding spell was reset once, it can be reset again,” she told him, then turned to Leena. “Did she say why he should wear it?”

“Only that it’s made from the same metal as the hammer, and some of the enchantments seem similar. She thought you should keep the two together.”

“The only thing the hammer does is get really heavy,” Corec said. “The armor didn’t do that.”

“I’m not sure,” Leena said. “Hildra wasn’t able to test the enchantments to see what they do. She couldn’t fit into the armor, and she didn’t want to let it bind to someone else. She said you’d have to try it out yourself.”

Corec nodded. “I suppose I can ask Ariadne what she thinks about it. Are you feeling up to another trip?”

Ellerie raised an eyebrow.

“Where do you want me to go?” Leena asked.