And Manacia thought, Children? How did we end up carrying children with us?
He twisted around and although he couldn't see them, he knew there were thousands upon thousands of demon harlots straggling behind his army. He snorted, disgusted. Apparently he'd been in the field long enough for the harlots to breed.
Looking back, Manacia could see the Demon Moon, red glow smearing the northern horizon. Hovering above it was the lightspear of the comet. When the Demon Moon and comet had first appeared, the king had taken heart. He claimed it as his sign, the Sign of Manacia. A demon king for the Demon Moon.
But in the weariness of the long march to meet Protarus, King Manacia had begun to curse that moon. It was always present, day or night. He felt haunted by it, as if it were a heavenly force driving him on to who knows where?
Manacia felt a stony clatter against his magical shield. He jolted around to face the southhis enemy's lair.
His big demon head came up, yellow eyes drilling the far horizon.
The first thing Luka saw were his scouts racing back to his lines.
Next he spotted watery figures charging across the desert after the scouts. The figures firmed and became mailed horsemenhumans!
His first thought was, It's so hot! How can they keep up such a pace?
His second thought was, By the gods, he's coming! Protarus is coming!
Trumpets sounded the alarm all around him. Action only needed his signal.
He gave it.
His demon brothers howled their war cries and charged, carrying him along at their head.
Fari saw the twister snaking towards him. It was six feet high, which became twelve, and then double that and then it became a towering, screeching force of nature.
All about him he could hear the fearful cries of his colleagues as they leaped from their wagons to abandon Manacia's wizard caravan.
Fari ached to run with them, but he was too old to run and had to use his wits.
The twister struck the first wagons, lifting them up and hurling them in all directions. Fari calmed himself enough to see a human face staring out of that twister. It was many faces, actually, but the same facea blur of sameness whirling with the twister. It was beardless, hawked nosed and Fari could swear he could see blue skies through eyeholes in the dust-and-debris-choked tornado.
And now it was coming for him, roaring his name, Fa-ri! Fa-ri!"
Safar saw the old demon wizard and knew who he was. He called his name again, Fa-ri! Fa-ri!"
He pointed his finger and Gundara hopped over to the twister and pushed it toward the demon wizard.
Tornado and demon were among many miniature ghostly figures spread out on the campaign table in Iraj's headquarters tent. At Safar's command, Gundara moved among them, towering over the living map like a giant.
Safar concentrated, barely noticing Iraj's presence next to him, much less the generals and aides crowding close to the table. His gaze swept over the field, taking note of the key figures.
Not far above the destroyed wizard caravan was Manacia, clinging to the howdah as his elephant mount stamped its feet and trumpeted in panic. Demon soldiers rushed all around him, adding to the confusion.
Some distance from Manacia he could see the diminutive figures of Prince Luka and his cavalry of monsters charging across the desert.
Safar turned his attention back to Fari and the twister. He nodded at Gundara, who gave the whirlwind another push and it leaped forward to close the distance.
Fari saw the trick just in time.
He felt the twister suck at him, saw the whirling faces, heard them shouting, Fa-ri, and looked down the whirlwind's column until he saw its tail. It was a small, leaping serpent, no bigger than a demon kit's wrist.
Fari saw in an instant this was where its power resided. He marveled at how such a large force could come from so little energy. Then he made a slicing motion with his talon, cutting it in two.
The twister shattered, showering rocks and bits of debris everywhere. Fari suffered only a small cut on his left claw. But he was badly shaken.
He looked at the chaos raging around him and heaved a long sigh of relief.
Luka took his fear and made it his courage. His battle cry was drowned out by his brother warriors, but it took life from them at same time, wailing out in a long single ululation that resounded across the desert.
They were almost on the human cavalry, which was charging toward them unfazed by the sight and sound of so many demon killers.
Luka saw a tall horseman with a blonde beard and long golden locks flowing from under his helmet. Riding beside him was a dark-featured man, just as tall but beardless. Despite the blur of the charge Luka could see the man's burning blue eyes.
Those eyes were looking at him now.
The bearded man turned his head and caught sight of Luka.
Both humans changed course and charged toward the demon prince.
Luka waved his sword wildly and braced for the shock.
But no clash came.
Instead, he found himself shouting and slashing and jabbing at… nothingness. He whirled his beast about and saw his warriors fighting empty air.
The humans had vanished.
Luka blinked. But as it was fully sinking in that he'd faced and fought only his imagination, he saw a humana real human, not a ghostleap up from the sand.
The man cried out when he saw the prince. Luka heard similar cries all around. Then the human lifted up a long tube. Luka noted with dazed interest that the tube had probably allowed the man to breathe while he lay in wait buried in the said.
Then he saw the men load the tube with a dart, lift it to his lips… and blow.
The dart took Luka's mount in the eye. The beast howled in pain, then collapsed under him. Luka rolled off, taking shelter behind his mount's body. It had died so quickly that he knew the dart was poisoned.
He lifted his head and was amazed to see his human attacker running away. He jumped up to follow, but had taken no more than a few steps when he stumbled over a mailed body. It was the corpse of one of his brother warriors.
Luka came to his feet. The ground was littered by many other demon corpses.
Then he came out of his shock and realized most were still mounted and uninjured. They were only confused, milling about wondering where their enemy had gone.
Luka saw the fleeing humans racing south toward a group of low dunes. They'd thrown down their dart tubes in their haste to escape an overwhelming demon force. From the dunes he saw a long line of horsemen dash out, each leading another animal.
The prince shouted for his fiends. He did not mean to let the humans escape.
Someone brought him a mount and Luka bounded into the saddle and led his warriors on yet another charge. But this time he had the enemy's back to him.
Snarling as wildly as his clawed-mount, Luka closed on the humans. He was so close he could hear their laboring breath.
He dropped his sword point low to take the first man in front of him.
"Now, Master? Gundara asked.
"Yes, now! Safar answered.
The little Favorite stomped on the table.
There was a deafening explosion and Luka's mount reared, shrieking in fear, claws pawing the air.
A cloud black as night and stinking of sulfur burst up between him and the fleeing humans.