The guards looked up and gaped as we shot towards them. The slaves pulling the cart stared too, frozen and unmoving.
Then the shouting started. The drawbridge creaked as they tried to raise it, but the cart and slaves were still on it. There were kicks and screamed orders and every second of wasted time brought us that much closer. They finally started to drag the cart back through the gate-but it was too late.
We were upon them. The front wheels hit the drawbridge and we bounced into the air, coming down with a splintering crash. I stood on the brakes as we plowed into the cart. Slaves and guards were diving into the moat to escape destruction as we skidded, with locked wheels, right into the mouth of the gate.
“For Capo Dimonte, for groats, and for Godt” The capo shouted as he leapt to the attack.
The others leapt with him, walking over my back as I crouched down, jumping onto the drawbridge then through the gate.
There was screaming and shouting, the banging of guns. From behind me a growing roar of voices from the rest of the attacking army. I could see that the capo and his men were fighting inside the gate and had captured the drawbridge mechanism from the soldiers who were trying to raise it. Raising it had of course been impossible because of the great weight of the car resting on it. That had been the beauty and simplicity of my plan. Once I had arrived the drawbridge had to stay down. Only now did I trundle forward so that the rest of the troops had a clear way to the gate.
The battle for the keep of Capo Doccia was joined.
Chapter 30
This was a surprise attack that really had been a surprise. Our invading forces were pouring across the drawbridge and into the keep even as Capo Doccia’s soldiers were emerging from their quarters. The guards on the wall fought fiercely, but they were outnumbered.
To add to the confusion I turned on the steamer sound effects and hung onto the whistle as I charged at the defenders who were trying to group up ahead. A few shots were fired at me, but most of the soldiers dived aside and ran. I screeched about and saw that the battle was going very well indeed.
The defenders on the walls were raising their hands in surrender. Being outnumbered from the start, and having little reason to fight for the capo as we had been told, they were eager to save their lives. Near the inner gate a group of officers were showing more spirit and a fierce battle was going on there. But one by one they were cut down or clubbed into submission. Two of them fled for the building but found the heavy door slammed in their faces, “Bring torches!” the Capo Dimonte shouted. “We’ll smoke the buggers out!” The battle had ended as swiftly as it had begun. The gate, walls and courtyard were in our hands. Huddled corpses showed the ferocity of the brief engagement. Slaves shivered in fear against the walls while the soldiers who had surrendered were being marched off. Only the central building remained in the hands of the defenders, Capo Dimonte knew exactly what to do about this. He waved a smoking torch over his head and called out loudly.
212 “All right, Doccia, you fat-bellied toad, this is your end. Come out and fight like a man you worm, or I’ll burn you out. And burn alive every man, woman, child, dog, rat, pigeon who stays in there with you. Come out and fight, you ugly piece of vermin-or remain and be cooked like a roast!” A gun fired from inside and a bullet spanged from the cobbles at the capo’s feet. He waved his red-drenched sword and a blast of gunfire roared out as our troops fired en masse. Bullets zinged from the stonework, thudded into the sealed door, and whistled in through the windows. When the firing stopped, shrill screaming could be heard from inside the building.
“One warning only!” Capo Dimonte called out. “I do not war on women or on good soldiers who surrender. Lay down your arms and you will go free. Resist and you will be burned alive. There is only one I want-that pig, Doccia. Hear that, Doccia, you lout, swine, worm...” And more, once he warmed to the subject. The torch crackled and smoked and there was the sound of muffled shouting and scuffling from inside the building.
Then the door burst open and Capo Doccia came rolling down the steps end over end. He was barefooted, halfdressed-but he was holding his sword.
At the sight of his enemy Capo Dimonte lost whatever little remaining cool he had left. He howled with anger and rushed forward. Doccia climbed to his feet, blood on his face, and raised his sword in defense.
It was a sight to watch-and everyone did. There was an undeclared truce as the two leaders battled. The soldiers lowered their weapons and faces appeared at all of the windows above them. I climbed out of my seat and stood on the front of the car, where I had a perfect view of the combatants.
They were well-matched, both in anger and ability. Dimonte’s sword crashed down on Doccia’s raised blade. He did a neat parry, then thrust-but Dimonte had moved back. After that it was steel on steel, punctuated by grunted FII*EPE Back and forth across the cobbles they went, slashing away as tf their lives depended on it. Which, of course, they did. It was pretty primitive saber work, slash and parry, but it certainly was energetic. A cry went up as Dimonte drew first blood-a cut on Doccia’s side that quickly stained his shirt.
This was the beginning of the end. Dimonte was stronger and angrier, high on victory. If Doccia had been drinking as much as we had been told he was also fighting a hangover as well as his enemy. Dimonte began pressing harder and harder, slashing remorselessly, pushing the other capo relentlessly across the courtyard. Until his back was to the wall of the building and he could retreat no more. Dimonte beat down the other’s guard, hammered him on the jaw with the hilt of his sword-then disarmed Capo Doccia with a savage twist of his blade.
All of his plans for sadistic torture were washed away in the passion of his anger. He drew the blade back-then slashed out.
It was not an attractive sight as the sharp steel tore across Doccia’s throat. It sickened me and I turned away. Just as the shadow darkened the sun.
One person looked up, then another-and there was a gasp. I looked too. Only unlike the rest of them I knew exactly what I was looking at.
The immense shining form of a D-class spacer that was equipped with atmospheric G-lift. Tonnes of ship drifting light as a feather over the courtyard. Coming to an effortless stop. Hanging there over our heads in silent menace.
I turned and dived for the controls. There was no time to escape, no way to escape. I was scratching at the storage compartment as the first silvery spheres fell free of the ship. I gave them one horrified glance-then took a deep breath and held it as I pulled the compartment door open and plunged my arm inside. Grabbing up the leather bag as I sat back onto the driver’s seat.
All around me the spheres were hitting and bursting, releasing their loads of gas. I dropped the bag onto my lap as the first soldiers crumpled and fell. My fingers fumbled at the seat belt, lengthening It, asCapo Dimonte tottered then fell forward onto his dead enemy’s body.
“There was a stinging in my nostrils as I snapped the belt buckle over the bag, sealing it against me. And that was all that I could possibly do.
My lungs were beginning to hurt as I took a last, long look around the courtyard. I had the strong feeling that it would also be my last sight of the fair world ofSpiovente.
“Good riddancel” I shouted at the now silent forms, blasting the breath from my lungs. Then breathed in...
I was conscious, I knew that. I could feel something soft under my back and there was a light burning down on my closed eyelids. I was afraid to open them-remembering the blasting headache that had accompanied the last gassing. With this thought I cringed and moved my head.
And felt nothing. Emboldened by this tiny experiment, I let one eye open a crack. Still nothing. I biinked in the strong light but there was no pain, no pain at all.