My people went on the alert, established in strong positions, long before nightfall. Likewise the Nyueng Bao, who had no immediate trouble. We ambushed one mob. A shower of missiles from front, sides, and above swiftly changed their minds.
Mogaba’s men had more problems. They were not ready. Worse, they were scattered, often in isolated work parties and patrols.
For a while everybody joked and cracked wise and speculated on Mogaba’s first words after the fighting ended and he found his cellars plundered.
I ran into Bucket my second trip back. “Beans,” I told him, dropping a huge sack. “The change of diet will do us good.”
“It’s real bloody out there this time, Murgen. Mogaba has asked for support twice. We told him we couldn’t find you.”
“Well, keep on not being able. Unless it looks like we would end up worse off if we didn’t help.”
“That’s not likely. He has most of the weapons. His men have been throwing people off the wall by the hundreds, just anybody, whether or not they’re rebelling, men, women and children.”
“That’s Mogaba’s way. What about those fires?” There were a few. Whenever there is disorder somebody starts burning things down.
“They’re burning themselves out.”
“Everything is going fine, then. But keep an eye out.”
I went back to my looting happy as the proverbial clam. This might be the end of Mogaba as a royal pain in the ass.
Uncle Doj caught me in the storage chamber later. “Some Taglian soldiers are abandoning their posts for the safety of the citadel. If we continue this raiding we will get caught.”
“Yeah. If we don’t get spotted Mogaba will blame it on natives who knew about the passageways.” This raid was going to cost us our opportunity to spy on any more staff meetings.
It was worth it.
Would I feel the same way tomorrow, when Mogaba began looking for his stores? When I had a full belly?
“There is a small problem, Standardbearer,” Uncle Doj said a while later. Each of us staggered under a last sack of rice. We were the last brigands out.
“What’s that?”
“News of our success is sure to leak.”
“Why? Only a few people know. It’s in all their interests to stay clammed.”
“Someone talked about what I showed you earlier.”
“Huh?”
“The dark ceremonies. Someone talked. The rumors sparked tonight’s riots.”
“I don’t believe that. They were too organized.”
“There was an organized cadre, naturally, but this uprising was more widespread. It is also out of control.”
“Whatever you say.” He had spent his evening with me. He had had no chance to observe any riots.
Before he could respond Thai Dei popped out of the darkness. He gobbled away, becoming too animated for the space. If he killed my candle I was going to choke him. As soon as I found him. “What’s happening?”
“The black men are trying to break open the north gate and flood the city.”
“They’re what?” That would take care of the riots, all right. But not even Mogaba would go that far. Would he?
Uncle Doj and I did our best to run carrying sacks of rice. I bet we looked silly.
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“Otto. Hagop. One-Eye. Goblin. Geek. Freak. Bucket and Candles. You guys come with me. The al-Khul company will help us. Wheezer went to get them. We’ll go straight along the battlements. If the Nar get in the way we trample them. If they fight us, we kill them. That understood?”
Not even Goblin or One-Eye tried to lawyer. We were some of the people Mogaba meant to drown.
The Taglians arrived. They were Vehdna by religion and the best Taglians attached to the Company. They were reliable and almost friendly. Of six hundred who had come south from Taglios months ago only about sixty were left.
I explained what was happening, what I wanted to do about it and how they could help. They would overrun anyone trying to open the gate after Goblin and One-Eye softened them up. “Don’t hurt anybody unless they just plain force you.”
“Why not?” Candles demanded. “They’re trying to hurt us,”
“Mogaba is. These guys are just following orders. I’ll bet you we don’t find any Nar there when we get there. And I’ll bet you that if they open the gate they get hurt as bad as anybody else. Mogaba doesn’t need them anymore.”
“Let’s just do it,” Goblin groused. “Or go back and catch a few beers.”
I moved them out.
Maybe my blackouts gave me the gift of prophecy. There were no Nar at the North Gate. The fighting was so brief and desultory it almost did not take place. The Taglians working there fled. Damn! Mogaba would find out who foiled his latest nastiness. I told One-Eye, “This will mean no more pretending we’re buddies.”
“Yeah. Show me how to sneak into the citadel. I’ll put a sleep spell on him, then leave pieces of him all over his crazy temple.”
That did not sound like a bad idea.
We had no opportunity to implement it.
Somebody yelled up at me. I peered down into the gloom. It was Uncle Doj. I had not included any Nyueng Bao in this. I had not seen any need to put them onto Mogaba’s bad side, too.
“What?”
He shouted, “This was a diversion! The real flooding will start at...”
“Oh, shit! Yeah.” Mogaba did know me well enough to anticipate that I might interfere. “Come on!” I snapped. “Everyone!” I hustled down to the street. “Where?” I demanded of Doj.
“East Gate.”
Would Mogaba also anticipate me crossing town to spoil his game, amidst the Jaicuri uprising?
He might. He might hope my crew would get trapped and overrun, or badly cut up. There was no guessing what he thought anymore. He was crazy.
One-Eye and Goblin eased us past bands of both Jaicuri and Taglians. We skirmished with the Jaicuri twice, our numbers and sorcery telling quickly. The light of scattered fires set scary shadows dancing everywhere.
What a time for the Shadowmaster to send his monsters out to play.
We encountered barricades erected to protect the soldiers trying to open the gate. This time we faced Nar as well as Taglians. A lot of shouting went back and forth. Some of their Gunni Taglians tried to run away when our Vehdna Taglians convinced them that Mogaba was trying to drown everybody. The Nar cut down several would be deserters. I told Goblin and One-Eye, “You break up whatever they’re doing to open the gate. The rest of you, let’s chase them off. Go for the Nar first.” An instant later an arrow found the eye of a Nar named Endibo. Another of the Nar speared the Geek, an incredibly handsome youngster who joined the Company while we were crossing the savannah north of Gea-Xle, several years earlier. One-Eye hung the uncomplimentary name on him. He wore it with pride, refusing to be called anything else.
For the first time in its history, insofar as I was aware, Company brother slew sworn brother in willful combat.
Geek’s blood brother Freak slew the Nar responsible for Geek’s death but I never learned the Nar’s name so I cannot remember him here.
Most of the First Legion Taglians took off then. Many of the al-Khul soldiers did not want to fight, either, although those other Taglians were Gunni. Still, quickly, a genuine small battle had friend hacking at supposed friend.