Tetrarch Part 72

'You are no longer on Aachan.'

'The construct was taken from an Aachim city.'

'Their laws are not yours.'

'Nor yours!'

'Then the only way owners.h.i.+p can be resolved is by Malien, Matah of Tirthrax, who befriended Tiaan in Tirthrax and no doubt helped her to make it.'

Vithis was shocked. 'Tirthrax was empty! No one answered the sentinels.'

'Malien was preparing to go to the Well.'

'Malien has not come forward,' snapped Vithis. 'If she exists! I am within my rights to seize the flying construct.'

Tirior sprang up, but an aide spoke in her ear and she sat down again.

'I would not advise it.' Flydd was a small figure before the tall Aachim, but no less formidable. 'We do not wish to take you on, but you have come to our world uninvited, and not in friends.h.i.+p.'

'Our own world was lost,' said Vithis. 'We had no choice.'

'Granted, but you come armed for war.'

'Who would not? The void is no place for the defenceless.'

'You turn away our emissaries, or treat them with contempt. You rove where you will, deferring to no authority but your own. These are not the actions of a peace-loving people. I would know what your intentions are.'

'Survival!' snapped Vithis.

'By which you mean a piece of Santhenar,' growled Flydd. 'If that is your aim, do me the courtesy of stating it plainly.'

Vithis stood up. 'I will do what '

Tirior stepped in front of him and when he tried to get by she hissed something that made him leap backwards. 'Scrutator Flydd, be a.s.sured that we come in peace and friends.h.i.+p, and that we acknowledge our kins.h.i.+p with old humankind. You have suffered much in your war with the lyrinx, but we have suffered more! Since the Forbidding was broken, two hundred of your years ago, we have seen Aachan torn apart beneath our feet. Nine-tenths of our people are dead. Everything we created in the ten thousand years of our Histories has been lost, save what you see before you. You have Santhenar. We have nothing. And who brought this calamity upon Aachan?'

'The forces of nature, before which the greatest of us are humbled.'

'The Forbidding was broken on Santhenar,' Tirior said forcefully. 'That breaking caused the loss of our world. Santhenar destroyed Aachan. Now Santhenar must provide for its homeless. You owe us a world, Scrutator Flydd ...' She met his eye. 'But we will be satisfied with half.'

For a moment, even Flydd was silent. Irisis, sitting next to him, could not believe their arrogance. Did they truly believe humanity would give Santhenar away, or were they so strong that they could take it? She did not think so, else this debate would not be taking place at all. It had to be a bluff.

'The troubles of all the worlds began with the Golden Flute,' said Flydd, 'as you well know. And that was made on Aachan, with Aachim aid. Tensor himself laboured in its forging.'

'The troubles began when the flute was stolen and brought to Santhenar. By Shuthdar Shuthdar, one of your own. And Shuthdar created the Forbidding in the first place.'

'Not as I understand the Histories,' said Flydd. 'But we can debate those times until the equator freezes over and we will be no closer to the truth. We were prepared to make you an offer of land, in friends.h.i.+p and acknowledgement of your loss. But we are not to blame for it and we will never submit to demands. We will fight '

'What offer?' said Vithis, moving out from behind. 'You are late in making one.'

'As are you in putting your true intentions. We were prepared to offer you the land of Carendor, on the eastern side of the Dry Sea.'

'You dare insult us with a desert?' cried Vithis in a rage. 'By '

'Carendor is an arid land, it is true,' said Flydd, 'yet the fertile valley of the great River Truno runs all the way through it, while the springs and seeps on the slope of the Dry Sea are enough to water a garden a hundred leagues long. Before the war Carendor supported a million people. Its numbers are less now, but even to give that land to you, more than your number must be displaced.'

'Carendor is too hot, dry and barren. We will take nothing less than all that lies south of the fortieth parallel. One half of your lands. That is our price. And the flying construct, of course.'

'Precisely what do you offer in return?' said Flydd.

'Our aid in your coming battle at Snizort. Plus Treacherous Tiaan, and Cryl-Nish Hlar the Rogue.'

'And that is all? I am hard pressed to see any difference between you and the lyrinx, save that they are honest foes.'

The Aachim stiffened as if they had been given a mortal insult. 'You challenge our honesty?' cried Vithis. 'd.a.m.n you. The offer is withdrawn. You will regret this insult, scrutator.'

For a moment Flydd did not know what to say, but he was not going to back down. 'You did not deal honestly with Tiaan,' he said mildly. 'Why should you treat us any differently?'

'You will regret impugning our good name, scrutator.'

'I'll make sure you regret it more. You are a little little force in an unknown land and your supplies are running low. Every man is your enemy; every woman; every child. Even if we took five casualties for every one of yours, you would suffer the greater injury.' force in an unknown land and your supplies are running low. Every man is your enemy; every woman; every child. Even if we took five casualties for every one of yours, you would suffer the greater injury.'

'You reveal yourself,' said Vithis furiously, and now Tirior and Luxor were solidly behind him. 'Your real plan is to eradicate the Aachim and no threat could spur us to greater efforts. We will fight bitterly for our survival, scrutator!'

'I merely point out what is obvious. May I have Artificer Cryl-Nish Hlar?'

'You may not. Begone, Scrutator Flydd, or you will see what our little force can do.'

FIFTY-EIGHT.

Irisis was an early riser, normally up long before the scrutator. On going out Fyn-Mah's front door at sunrise a few days later, she was surprised to see Flydd in his chair, staring at a message sheet.

'You look horrible,' she said cheerfully. 'Should have stayed in bed.'

'I haven't been to bed yet.' He did not look up.

'Something else the matter?'

'Ha!' he said savagely.

'What is it?' He was like a barnacle in the mornings.

'Eiryn Muss can't find any way into Snizort. Therefore, I can't carry out my orders to destroy this strange node-drainer.'

'What about a ma.s.sed attack?'

'As soon as we begin, they would simply drain the field, stopping the clankers dead. I don't dare.'

'Well, Muss is the best spy there is. He may still find a way.'

'Not in time. Their great project is nearly complete; he knows that much. And the lyrinx are preparing for battle. We must attack now or lose what little advantage we have.'

'But without clankers ...'

'We're doomed. So I have only one option left.'

'Oh no.'

'I'm afraid so. The node-drainer won't affect constructs since they don't rely on the weak field. I must go back to Vithis on my belly, agree to his demands and beg him for a.s.sistance. What price will he put on aid now? I can't bear to think. The scrutators will crucify me after this.'

'And yet you must pay the price,' she said, 'for even a small part of our world is better than none.'

'I must.' He had never looked more haggard or careworn. 'There's only one consolation and I'm sure you saw it too. The Aachim are like warring tribes, forced to unite though they hate each other. We may be able to make use of that, in time.'

'If we get the time.'

Unfortunately the Aachim proved united and inflexible. Flydd had grovelled, a hideous sight; the Aachim had accepted his concessions.

Another four days had gone by before the preparations were complete. Now the battle was about to begin. Irisis was with Flydd at a command post on one of the flat-topped hills overlooking the battleground.

She surveyed the scene through the scrutator's spygla.s.s. Snizort lay on a broad rise with lower, gently undulating land all around, gra.s.sland but with patches of scrubby forest, small, mostly boulder-topped hills and isolated cl.u.s.ters of sandstone boulders. The forest near the eastern wall had recently been cleared, the fallen trees forming barriers that clankers would find it difficult to cross. Inside the walls lay the Great Seep, a vast and bottomless mire of liquid tar surrounded by steaming, crystal-crusted vents and a number of pits, some large and deep, from which solidified tar had been mined for thousands of years. Smaller tar bogs and seeps littered the ground inside and outside the walls.

In ancient times, overflowing tar from the seeps had oozed down the low-lying areas, creating a series of black rivers that circled away from Snizort for as much as a league. These had long since dried out, and parts had also been mined, though much remained. Other, smaller seeps and bogs occurred here and there.

The Aachim had planned to attack the western and southern sides of Snizort with their constructs, while the human armies and their clankers struck at the eastern and northern walls, bombarding the land inside with flaming missiles in an attempt to set fire to the tar pits and even the Great Seep. It had not worked out that way. The lyrinx had come over the walls to fight the battle outside, preventing the clankers from getting close enough to fire over the walls.

'This is better than I'd hoped,' said General Tham on the first morning of the battle. 'They're fighting us on our ground in broad daylight and ma.s.sed formations. We'll slaughter them.'

'Don't be a fool,' growled Flydd. 'They're working to a plan and so far it's going well.'

The struggle began slowly, with catapult barrages from either side, causing little damage, and skirmishes where small groups of soldiers attacked patrols of lyrinx. The lyrinx generally got the best of these encounters. In the afternoon the allies intensified their attacks, using flying wedges of clankers and constructs, though to Irisis the Aachim seemed to be holding back.

'There's a fire in the eastern battlefield,' she called. Irisis was one of many scribes writing orders for the messengers running in and out. 'And spreading fast.'

The scrutator ran his spygla.s.s across the scene. Flames and black smoke were belching up along a line the best part of a league long. Other lines erupted as he watched.

'They've fired the ancient tar runs. Must have used spirits of tar to make it go up so quickly. I knew it could not be so easy.'

'The smoke will disadvantage them too.'

'Not so much as us, since it's blowing our way. And it buys them time. We can't cross the fires, even in clankers. They're like extra walls that will burn for days and then leave the ground impa.s.sable. They're breaking up our battle formations.'

'Can we put the fires out and break through?'

He shook his head. 'Even if we could spare the water, it won't put out a tar fire. The only way is to smother it with earth and pack it down hard. If you can find a way to do that in the middle of a battle ...'

'Surely the constructs could cross the fires?'

'They probably could, but do you imagine Vithis will risk his people if we can't join them?'

The struggle continued. Irisis could only imagine the h.e.l.l the battlefield must be. The black, stinking smoke, now rising along half a dozen curving lines, provided perfect cover and allowed the lyrinx to fight the way they preferred from ambush. Being able to hold their breath for five minutes or more, they could take better advantage of it. The human casualties were mounting.

Late in the afternoon, Tham ordered three gigantic catapults to be wheeled up. Teams of brawny men loaded each with a boulder the size of a donkey, then turned capstans as big as cartwheels until the entire structure creaked with tension. The catapult master signalled to the command post. General Tham conferred with Flydd, who nodded. They signalled back.

The first catapult fired. The rock went only a hundred paces to slam into the side of a clanker and knock it onto its roof. The mechanical legs went back and forth in the air. Flydd cursed.

The catapult master ordered the second firer to take up the tension. The capstan was wound another turn but before the catapult could be fired the ropes snapped, scything through the soldiers like a sickle through wheat stalks.

'Order the last catapult to release the tension,' snapped Flydd. 'I thought you'd tested them,' he roared at General Tham.

Too late. The catapult had already fired, its gigantic ball soaring through the air right over the wall of Snizort, to slam into the ground inside. A few seconds later the ground shook, and sometime after that a ragged cheer was heard from the field.

'That's better,' said Flydd, 'but pull them right back for the night.'

As expected, the lyrinx attacked fiercely in the night, though the armies had also made use of fire. The bonfires surrounding their positions made it easy to pick out the enemy. The attack petered out some hours later and the rest of the night was quiet, though few people were able to sleep.

'It's almost as if they're playing for time,' said Flydd the next morning. 'They're not fighting hard at all, just keeping us away from the walls. I wonder what they're up to?'

It could not be called a battle yet. Periodically the ground shook from the impact of the giant missiles. The catapults could no longer get close enough to the walls to aim accurately, yet two lucky shots had broken through. Moreover, the field was constantly fluctuating, one minute allowing the clankers to move at near top speed, the next reducing them to a crawl.

'Is this their doing?' said Flydd, 'or are so many machines taking too much from the field.'

'I've no idea,' Irisis said. It was another worry.

On the third day of the siege the catapults began to use tar-coated missiles, hoping to set fire to the tar mires and pits inside the walls. It was hard to tell if they had succeeded, for there was smoke everywhere, but from the air Flydd's spotters had seen smoke issuing from one of the smaller pits. Flydd was busy in his tent and would not allow anyone in, though Irisis heard cursing from time to time.

Late in the afternoon of the fourth day, Irisis focussed on a convoy of clankers creeping along between the lines of blazing tar. A formation of soldiers, at least a thousand strong, marched behind.

'We're getting through!' she exulted.

The convoy approached an area of bare earth between the lines. The single file of clankers spread out, accelerating toward the waiting lyrinx.

'Now we'll see some action.' General Tham had come up behind them. Flydd was watching from his tent.

The racing clankers had gone out six abreast, firing their javelards in salvo. The lyrinx did not move. The pair of clankers in the middle stopped suddenly, front down as if they had run into a bog. The flanking ones now did the same. The clankers behind swung right and left to avoid them.

'What is it?' cried Tham. 'Spygla.s.s, adjutant!'

He ran out with it. Tham snapped it open.

'Save yourself the trouble, Tham,' said Flydd wearily. 'It's a hidden tar bog covered up with earth. The clankers will never get out. The enemy will fire it, next.'

They watched the clankers' hopeless struggle to extricate themselves. The operators soon gave up, abandoning their machines and climbing back over them in desperate attempts to reach secure ground. Some made it. Many went into sticky tar and became as mired as their machines.