Suddenly Ataelus was at her shoulder. She glared at him, for a moment hating this jolly small Sakje the way she'd never hated Upazan or even Eumeles.
He raised an eyebrow. 'Time to withdraw,' he said. That was all.
'We're winning!' she said, disgusted. Disgusted in a dozen different ways. Perfectly aware that Philokles would say that there was no real difference between this and her private war against the Sauromatae in the winter valleys. None at all.
Ataelus shrugged. 'Always leave an ambush while you are winning,' he said.
'I'll write that down, shall I?' she said.
She rode back among her knights, wishing again that she had a trumpeter. 'Withdraw!' she yelled, and Scopasis came up by her side.
'Here they come!' Gaweint roared, and shot his bow.
Angered, Melitta glanced at Scopasis. His axe was in his hand, red to his elbow, and with it he tried to parry a lance-point that appeared out of the fog of her anger and slammed into the side of her head, twisting her helmet.
Gryphon reared, punching with his hooves, and another blow rang on her back, and then she lashed out with her whip, the only weapon in her hand, and she felt it connect and then she was down, all the breath torn from her body, mouth full of bloody grass. She rolled over – blue sky – and her head rang with pain.
Above her towered a man in a golden helmet, his lance cocked up overarm, and he rammed it down into her gut. The scale coat held the point, even though the blow made her puke and choke, and she managed to roll on her right elbow and pushed, not a thought in her head, pushed, and she was on her knees. She had her akinakes in her hand and she plunged it into the horse's guts and entrails blew out over her face and the horse bounded away. She kept the blade in her hand and ripped the animal from girth to cock, and it stumbled two leaping steps and collapsed, its last effort tearing the weapon from her grasp.
The melee was all around her. She wiped her face, the bronze and silver scales of her hauberk ripping the ordure from her cheeks as she wrestled with her helmet. The chin strap was broken and the helmet was on sideways, which had saved her life from the last blow but now limited her vision too much. It came off and her braided hair fell free.
Golden-helmet was on his feet, limping, and he had a sword and an axe.
She threw her helmet at him – a last act of defiance. He was big, middle-aged, scarred under that magnificent helmet.
'Upazan,' she said. He was much easier to hate up close.
He hesitated on hearing his name. Then he smiled.
Hands grabbed her under her arms, heedless of the scales of her armour coat, and suddenly she was being borne away through the press. Her knights closed in around her, and then she was on Gryphon.
'Oh, my lady, I failed you,' Scopasis cried, and she thought his heart would burst before her, he looked so abject.
'You're an idiot,' she said, and touched his cheek. 'You saved my life. Twice. Ten times.' She looked around – Gaweint was there, and she didn't see anyone missing. 'I'm alive. You're all alive. That was Upazan.'
'Upazan!' Gaweint said, turning in the saddle. 'Uh! I am cursed! Upazan unhorsed, and we missed him?'
'Hush,' Agreint said. 'He cannot be killed by sword or spear. It is prophesied!'
A dozen young men competed to tell each other that they feared no prophecy.
'Well, he can't be killed by a thrown helmet,' Melitta said. 'I tried that.' An hour later, Upazan tried to rush their retreat with a sudden charge across the last fields of the sea of grass. Instead of turning to fight, Ataelus's rearguard – Buirtevaert's men – made for the forest edge. Then a sudden shower of Sindi arrows fell like deadly hail on Upazan's knights, reaping their unarmoured horses. Ten went down in tumbling heaps and the charge swerved and became a flight.
Ataelus grinned like the very image of death, but he forbade any warrior from a counter-charge.
He turned to Melitta and Scopasis. They were the last three mounted warriors on the road. All around them, Temerix's Sindi were shooting from cover. Melitta could see Upazan in the setting sun, his helmet flaming gold – but he was falling back. He had only a thousand warriors – more joined him every second. He'd hoped to surprise Ataelus with a sudden charge, and instead, he'd been galled.
'We could have had him,' Scopasis spat.
Ataelus smiled and shook his head. 'Upazan is not for you,' he said without looking at the former outlaw. 'Many men, and not a few women, claim the right to kill him.' Ataelus watched the Sauromatae king retire with undisguised glee. He rode out on to the grass, and the last light of the sun turned his armour to fire.
'Hah! Upazan, I feel your hate from here, and I laugh at you!' Ataelus called. 'You fight like a fool! Your women have more sense!'
Arrows began to fall near Ataelus.
Upazan sat alone, out of range, his golden helmet like a beacon, and he said nothing.
'Or are all your women dead?' Ataelus yelled. 'Go home, usurper, or we will water the grass with your blood.'
A man – a man in good armour, well mounted – reacted. He set his horse to a gallop and rode at Ataelus, his voice a scream of rage. He had a long-handled axe over his head, and his face, as he came close, was a mask of grief and rage.
Temerix stepped out of the woods and shot him. It was a long shot, and a man less desperate would have seen the flight of the shaft.
'That makes me happy,' Temerix's grim voice said.
'This is not a war of revenge,' Melitta said.
Temerix looked up at her. 'Yes,' he said. 'Yes it is. Revenge. They burned us, and we will bury them. Anything else is foolishness.'
Ataelus rode his horse back under the trees. He shook his head. 'Not for revenge?' he asked. 'I heard that you swore an oath that made the hills ring. I heard it on the sea of grass. So it must have been quite an oath.'
Melitta hung her head. 'I did. So did my brother.'
'Lady, Upazan hunted us like animals. Our women and our children and our animals have been prey for his lance for many years.' Ataelus's eyes seemed to glow in the last light.
'We killed their children,' Melitta said.
'Yes!' Ataelus said. 'And now their hate will be a pure thing – a blind thing. Only blind with hate could Upazan be so foolish as to follow us down the Tanais.'
Melitta took time to sleep. And when the images of the day came back again and again, she rose, collected a wineskin and drank it. She was scarcely the only warrior to behave so, and soon enough, she was asleep.
PART IV
21
Eumeles looked out over the morning waves and spat contemplatively into the dark waters.
'Where did my little nemesis get so many ships?' he asked.
None of the officers on the stern chose to answer him. Idomenes took a deep breath and said what was on his mind.
'I warned you,' he said. Go ahead and kill me, you Cretan, Idomenes thought. I said it. I feel better. I hate him, Idomenes realized with a start.
'Yes,' Eumeles said, looking at the rows of masts on the horizon. 'Yes, you did. Why is he keeping his ships in column?'
Aulus, his admiral, bowed his head. 'He hides his strength. Until he deploys, we cannot count his ships. We're in formation – he can count ours.'
'Then why are we in formation?' Eumeles asked with the impatient tone of the superior mind who must do all the thinking.
Aulus kept his eyes on the deck. 'His rowers must be better trained, lord. I cannot trust mine to deploy so fast. You saw, lord.' The man was aggrieved. 'It took us an hour to form this line.'
Eumeles continued to watch the oncoming fleet. 'I suppose it is fruitless for me to ask where he got these ships with their trained oarsmen. Ptolemy must have given him the whole fleet of Aegypt. I have been used as bait.' He shook his head. 'Never mind. If I survive, I'll work this out. What can we do? Half our ships are inside the Bay of Salmon, covering Nikephoros. Advise me.'