“My Lord!” she screamed.
Warkfin was well-trained, and he knew what Erec wanted, and he knew he would not stop until he took her far from here, to the Duke’s Palace. Erec felt a sense of ease watching her ride off, knowing she would be far from the battle.
Erec turned, looked back out over the hill, and surveyed the army, getting closer and closer. The rumble could be heard even from here, and he steeled himself for battle.
He drew his sword, the clang reverberating in the hills. High up he heard the screech of a bird. It was days like this that he had been born for. He might die on this day, he knew. But he would at least die facing the enemy, fearlessly, in one great clash of honor.
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Thor stood with the huge entourage of Legion and Silver as they all finished gathering their weapons from the Hall of Arms, gathering their belongings from the barracks, and preparing to leave King’s Court for good. It was a huge and growing force, and Reece, O’Connor, Elden and the twins joined Thor, Gwendolyn and Godfrey as they all spent their final moments gathering whatever they could carry. Together, they all walked from the hall, out the great doors for the last time, Krohn whining at their side.
The huge, armed group wound its way into the plaza of King’s Court, towards King’s Gate, beyond which was the drawbridge and the road that would lead them away from King’s Court forever. As they went, a small army in and of themselves, the very face of what would be the new MacGil court, people gathered all around and watched them go, eyes opened with wonder and fear. Word had spread of the rift, and as they went, some people watched in wonder, while others joined their group, deciding to abandon Gareth’s court and go with them. It was heart-wrenching. Thor felt as if the kingdom were being split in two with each passing step.
As they neared the stone gate, the final exit, Thor took one last look back over his shoulder at King’s Court, at this place he had grown to love, to call home. He hated that Gareth was ruling, that he had ruined this place for all of them, had usurped it as his own, this place that had been ruled by MacGils for seven hundred years. There was nothing that they could do about it.
Gwen squeezed his hand, and Thor looked into her eyes and could see her relief to be leaving, and to be with him. He felt the same. At least she was safe. They walked together, hand in hand, proudly, walking through the archway.
“Do you think we shall ever return?” he asked Gwendolyn.
She looked out sadly.
“I don’t know,” she answered.
“Not with this King,” Reece chimed in. “If we ever return, it will be on our terms.”
Suddenly a horn sounded, and pandemonium broke out all around them.
Thor spun with the others, and saw people swarming about in every direction, as an agitated buzz spread through the streets. Several messengers, out of breath, came running towards Thor and the others.
“The Sword!” one of them screamed, frantic. “It’s been stolen!”
An outraged gasp spread through the crowd, followed by a long murmur.
“Speak clearly man,” Kolk yelled at the man. “What do you mean?”
“The Destiny Sword! It’s gone! And the Canyon-the Shield is down!”
An outraged cry rose up through the streets, a cry of panic, as all the soldiers turned and looked at each other. Thor looked at the others, could see the fear in their faces, and he felt it too.
The shield was down. They were all vulnerable, defenseless, the entire Ring. There was no longer anything standing between the Empire and them. The Empire’s million man army could enter, could attack at any moment.
“But how is it possible?” Reece asked.
“The Destiny Sword has remained at King’s Castle for seven generations!” Godfrey called out.
“It would take ten men to even hoist it!” Brom yelled. “Where could it have gone? Who could have taken it?”
“They have caught the thieves!” a messenger yelled back. “They are in the town square even now, about to be hung!”
As one, Thor and the others all ran across the plaza, turning down a street that led to the large, open square in the center of King’s Court.
A huge mob swarmed around the scaffold, on which four men stood bound, nooses about their necks. The men looked panicked, desperate, as they looked out at hundreds of people.
On the far side of the square stood Gareth, with Kultin and his fighting force, looking down at the criminals. Thor and the men entered on the other side of the court, and it was utter pandemonium. Finally, a horn blew, and a silence fell over the group.
“Admit what you have done!” yelled out an executioner.
“We are part of a group that stole the Destiny Sword!” one of them screamed.
The crowd broke out into an outraged murmur, and finally fell silent.
“And tell us where the sword is!” the executioner cried out.
“The rest of our group has taken it far from here. They have been carrying it all night. They are already across the Western Crossing of the Canyon, and have already boarded a ship. They are taking it into the Empire. As we speak, it is already across the sea, in a foreign and hostile land. You will never get it back!”
The crowd cried out again, in an outraged murmur.
“Silence!” Gareth screamed.
Slowly, the crowd quieted.
“And what was your reason for stealing the sword?” Gareth called out. “What is its destination?”
The criminals stayed silent this time, refusing to speak.
Finally, one of them lifted his head.
“We have vowed to never tell!”
The crowd broke out in another murmur, until finally Gareth stepped forward, with his entourage of men, and faced the executioners.
The crowd fell silent.
“Kill these men!” he commanded the executioner.
The crowd broke out into a cheer.
“But my Liege, you promised-” one of the criminals began to cry.
Gareth nodded, and before the man could finish speaking, the floor dropped out and they all hanged.
The crowd cheered in satisfaction, as the corpses dangled in the air.
The crowd began to disperse, in an agitated stir.
“The Destiny Sword stolen,” O’Connor whispered.
“It is unthinkable,” Elden said.
“The shield is down,” Conval said.
“We are defenseless,” Conven added.
Kolk, Brom and the men huddled close around Thor, Gwendolyn, Godfrey and all of the others.
“We must hurry from this place,” Kolk said. “We must get as far from King’s Court as possible and fortify our new home.”
“That is pointless now,” Brom said. “If the shield is down, we are not safe anywhere. If the Empire invades, the Ring will be overrun by a million men. Nothing will stop them.”
“What we need is to get the shield back up again,” Kolk said. “And for that, we need the Sword.”
“But you heard the thieves,” Reece said. “It is already far from here. Deep inside the Empire.”
“Then we must go and get it back,” Brom said.
With his words the huge group of knights fell silent, looking at each other grimly. For the first time, Thor could see fear in their faces.
“Is there anyone among you men that will volunteer to venture into the Empire and search for the sword?” Brom called out, facing the Silver.
The group of knights, all Silver, the finest warriors Thor had ever known, all stood there, silent. None of them stepped forward.
“My lord, it would be futile,” one of them said. “You know that. A small band of warriors would never survive such a deep foray into the Empire. It has never been done before in the history of the Ring.”
“And we don’t even know where the Sword is!” another said. “The Wilds stretch millions of miles. It could be anywhere!”
“It would be a suicide mission,” said another. “There is nothing we can do but brace ourselves for an attack.”
“I will go,” Thor said, stepping forward into the huge circle of men.