Dagger Of Kija
Chapter 7
Copyright© 2003-06-09
The braziers' red glow cast barely enough light to reveal the stone bridge ahead. Gareth paused on the near side for Pteri and Pyran to catch up, then urged them ahead to the other side of the gate and safety.
The Nangen guard crashed through the doorway behind them, but it was easy to see their lead was too great. They would have to report failure to the Prince, if they could find him. Somehow Gareth doubted he would be in the mood for mercy.
"To the Gate," The badly burned Do instructed, catching up to his companions, who had stopped at the far end of the bridge.
"Sure thing, Gareth," Pyran agreed, and the shrugged, "soon as you tell me how."
In the gloom of the braziers Gareth nearly didn't see that the dark space between him and the faintly glowing Gate was in fact... space!
The drawbridge was up!
"Why that dirty..." he muttered. "Where is the release switch?"
"Where else?" Pyran pointed back over the bridge to the squad of waiting guards. They knew their prey was cornered.
"Now would be a good time for a plan, dear," Pteri smiled grimly, hanging onto the Dagger like it was a snake.
Gareth shook his head. Still too weak from Kija's tortures, he knew he couldn't knock back so many guards. They lined the bridge from one parapet to the other, their not quite human eyes glowing red in the brazier light.
"I have waited a long time to say this, Gareth," Pyran sat on the waist high parapet, dangling his legs over the abyss. "I have a plan."
"You do?" Gareth asked, shocked. "Well, what is it?"
Pyran looked down the length of the bridge to the switch, then at the heavily armored soldiers crowding the bridge.
"Got enough magic left for one more spell, Pteri?" he asked, a thin smile across his lips.
With no real choice, Gareth agreed to Pyran's plan. Slowly, he slid his blade from its sheath and stood between the guards and his wife. Pyran stood at his side with a dagger in each hand.
"It's your plan, Pyran," he whispered, "You say when."
Pyran crouched a bit, ready to spring at the guards, who had begun prepare for battle, however brief they thought it would be.