The man tensed and Erik made ready to counter a blow, when suddenly the man let his sword fall from his hand. He quickly tossed down his shield and took off his helm, which he also threw to the ground.
Erik glanced behind and saw Calis drawing a bead on the man. Erik breathed hard. “Took you long enough.”
Calis looked at Erik and smiled slightly. “It just seemed like a long time.”
Once the man had surrendered, he was affable enough. His name was Dawar, and he was originally from the city of Hamsa, but for the last seven years a member of a company called Nahoot’s Grand Company.
Calis, de Loungville, and Greylock interviewed the man while Nakor and Sho Pi tended the wounded. Erik’s wounds were superficial: a small cut to the forehead, a cut lip, some loose teeth, and lots of bruises. Sho Pi gave him some herbs to take and told him to sit with his hands over his face doing reiki for at least a half hour, and he might keep those teeth.
He sat on a rock with his hands over his face, elbows on knees, while others around him groaned in pain, those able to do reiki on their own wounds or being cared for by others.
Seventeen men had died in the battle; of the enemy, twenty-four. When Calis had struck from their rear, they had assumed another company was coming and it had broken them, otherwise it would have been worse.
Dawar said that a hundred men had lain in wait. Having spotted Calis passing the day before, a scout of Nahoot’s had backtracked, seen the company coming down the trail above, and had returned in time for their captain to organize the ambush.
“Nothing personal,” said Dawar. “It was orders. We got this trail and we was told to kill anyone comes this way. It’s that simple.”
“Who gave you the orders?” Erik heard Calis ask.
“Someone high up in the Queen’s command. Maybe Fadawah himself. I don’t know. Nahoot’s not about to go around explaining everything, you see. He just tells us what to do and we do it.”
Calis said, “So they’re keeping their flanks covered.”
“I guess. Things are pretty crazy and everyone’s running around like chickens in a thunderstorm. We don’t even know who’s coming to relieve us.”
“When are they due to relieve you?” said de Loungville.
Erik felt the heat from his hands healing him, otherwise he would loved to have removed them to see what was happening.
“Don’t really know,” said Dawar. “A couple more days, maybe a week. We’ve been out here almost a month, and it’s just about got the captain chewing his saddle.”
Calis said, “Take him over there.”
Erik heard Dawar say, “Captain, I’m wondering. Are you giving me a day, or are you going to offer me service?”
“Why?” asked Calis.
“Well, we’re a hell of a long way from anywhere, that’s all. My horse is down at the end of this trail, along with all my personals, and it’s cold, as you may have noticed. I’d just as soon not be running from your men come sundown tomorrow.”
Calis said, “Can we trust this one?”
It was Praji’s voice Erik heard next. “As much as you can trust any of these mother-lovers. I know Nahoot by reputation. He’s not one of the worst, but he’s certainly far from one of the best.”
“You’d fight against your own companions?”
“Much as any of you would. Rules of war. I’ve been given no bonus to die for lost causes.” His voice dropped to a near mutter. “Hell, Captain, none of us have been paid in more than a month, and we’re far from looting anything, unless it’s nuts from squirrels.”
There was a moment of silence before Calis said, “Guide us to where your former company is, and we’ll give you your horse and turn you loose. No one will follow you as long as you head for Palamds.”
“Sounds more than fair, Captain.”
Erik heard the man being led away, then he heard de Loungville’s voice, low but carrying. “Are you mad? There’s still something like seventy or so swords down there.”
“But they won’t know we’re coming at them,” said Calis.
“Advantage of surprise?” said de Loungville, his tone one of disbelief.
“It’s the only advantage we’ve got, Bobby,” replied Calis. “We’re out on our feet. We need rest and food. There’s food down there, and horses. If we can take that company, we might even be able to get back to Maharta without interference.”
“What are you thinking?” asked Greylock.
Calis said, “If things are as confused on this flank as he says, whoever comes to replace this Nahoot might not have any idea what he looks like. If we’re waiting for them, in the agreed-upon place, wearing those green armbands . . .”
De Loungville groaned, and Erik was glad his hands covered his face, to hide the grimace he made.