‘I’ve been thinking about it for ages,’ he continued. ‘Sure, the place isn’t quite ready to be filled with drugs and dancing girls, but I’m halfway there.’
Jeza gave a sad laugh. ‘It feels wrong that you’re going right now. I wanted to help do something about the gangs. They’re taking over the Citadel. You know that they used our monster to help plan an uprising?’
‘I didn’t know.’
‘The corpse they bought off us — that’s what they used. They tried to create fear. They made it look as if aliens were entering the city so that they could get the people of Villiren to support them in an uprising. It’s working, too.’
‘I don’t want to get involved in crazy politics,’ Coren muttered. ‘Not my scene.’
‘This politics stuff affects everything though,’ Jeza said in despair. ‘They could take over the factory, take our possessions, take our money, who knows what. Every little move we make in life will change as a result of crazy politics.’
‘They wouldn’t do that,’ Coren replied.
‘They’re insane,’ Jeza said. ‘If they take control of the city, you’ll need to buy yourself a new house somewhere else. The commander had plans for stability. This Malum guy is crazy. I’ve seen the look in his eyes.’
‘Can’t the commander sort it out when he gets back from the battle?’
‘There might be nothing left for him by that point. It could be all over — or worse, a second war for Villiren. I don’t want that.’
‘All right, then what do you suggest we should do about it?’
‘Get the wasps out.’
‘What, precisely, would a few Mourning Wasps do?’
‘We can scare the shit out of the gangs. We can taunt them, maybe move them away from the Citadel, just keep them from causing too much damage. I know we’re in the business of palaeomancy and the likes, but there are a few cheap Brenna-based relics lying around that we can use.’
‘I don’t know. .’
Jeza took his hands and stared pleadingly at him. ‘Just this once, will you help me? One last time.’
The numbers of invaders thinned out during the day but, when darkness came again, the advancing gangs, used to their nocturnal lifestyle, returned in full force. It seemed to be the opposite of siege warfare in the military, whereby campaigns were conducted in the light of day. Now the gangs brought climbing equipment, ladders, ropes and hooks, determined not to be outdone.
Randur gave instructions to make sure the windows were all blocked on the lower level and, from the floors above, four soldiers fired arrows or crossbow bolts at those trying to scale the heights.
Is it really possible to defend this place against so many people?
Another hour passed in which the gangs tried repeatedly to gain access to higher levels, but they were not skilled in the arts of combat like this. Perhaps on a street corner they could dispatch bodies with ease, lurching out of the darkness in stealth, but here their efforts fell apart. Time and time again those who tried to ascend were shot and fell to ground.
Randur almost began to feel confident, up until the point where they began to hear more explosions — first they seemed like fireworks, but then they could feel massive detonations ricocheting around the Citadel. Each was spaced a few minutes apart, and followed by a silence in which people tried to assess the damage. Randur consulted Blavat at this point, but the cultist declared that she had hardly any relics left.
They sealed the level and the group moved up to the obsidian room, the war chamber in which the commander had planned the defence of Villiren. Maps, charts and diagrams were strewn across the table and pinned up on the wall. From here they could see the harbour.
‘Only another couple of floors left before we’re screwed,’ Randur observed as they moved out onto one of the viewing balconies.
‘There’s the roof after that,’ Eir said. ‘From these plans, it doesn’t appear there are many ways to get up there.’
‘They’ll find a way,’ Randur muttered despondently.
‘We’ll have none of that talk, Randur Estevu,’ Eir cautioned. ‘We have held these thugs off for a whole day on our own. We can last a little longer yet.’
Randur withdrew his sword and laid it on the table. ‘I’ll be ready for them, when they come, that much is certain.’
Eir repeated the act with her own blade and laid it alongside his own. ‘We’ll do this together.’
The young soldier, Drendan, entered the room short of breath. ‘Lady Eir, sir, they’re about to breach the next floor, which isn’t as well protected I’m afraid. It doesn’t have the defensive capabilities.’
‘What does the situation look like?’ Randur asked. ‘How many are coming?’
‘There are only dozens of them at this level, compared to hundreds down below. I know for certain the gangs are now moving freely on the floors they have got to — and looting.’
‘I hope the buggers haven’t got into the basement levels — that’s where most of the coin is kept,’ Randur said.
Eir shook her head. ‘The commander ensured that those are kept safe by several relics. It would take a decent cultist an hour to even get access to the room. .’
Just then they heard a droning sound from outside; gentle at first, then something much harsher. It was soon matched by the noise of the crowds down below.
‘What new madness have they found to use on us now?’ Randur said despairingly.
They ran to the nearest window that overlooked the courtyard, where, to their astonishment, men were surging to corners of the courtyard, pressing themselves against the walls.
Two enormous insects — no, two enormous insects with riders — were roaming the courtyard at considerable speed, darting this way and that, lurching from one side to another. People were now screaming in fear as the helmeted riders attacked them, forcing them up against one wall before attacking others. There were explosions every few moments, bright flashes of purple light.
‘Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,’ Randur laughed.
‘What are those things?’ Eir said. ‘Are they some of the new aliens?’
‘I’ve no idea,’ Randur replied. ‘They’re helping us, I’ll say that much. Just look at them go!’
The sight was impressive. To see people who moments earlier were charged with violence now running like frightened children was absurdly amusing. It must have continued for the better part of an hour, the chases within the stone confines, the insects sashaying and skittering about with remarkable manoeuvrability. Though a handful stood to resist, there was nowhere for the gangs to run but back the way they had come and, eventually, that’s where many of them went.
Randur and Eir, along with a few of the soldiers, sprinted across to a room that gave them a view of the entrance to the Citadel. There they could see the bulk of the invasion force being scattered across the streets, dispersed back into Villiren.
‘I think we’ve done it,’ Randur said, ‘or rather — whatever those things are, them and us, we’ve all done it.’
Any jubilation was short-lived. Two quick explosions sounded.
‘There are still more within the building,’ Drendan cautioned. ‘There could be hundreds already in the Citadel.’
Another explosion, this one louder, this one clearly signalling that another level was about to be broken into.
Randur closed his eyes and wondered just how much longer he’d be alive. Sure he’d had a few scrapes in his short life, and been in more than one tricky situation, but there was a slow inevitability about what was about to happen.
‘We retreat again,’ Eir ordered.
‘What about. .?’ he begun. Rika, he thought, but then thought now was not the time.
Most of the group, including the cultist, took what supplies they could, blankets and extra layers of clothing, equipment to make a fire, and headed out onto the roof of the Citadel, making sure the way up was blocked and heavily guarded. There was shelter up here, of sorts — high stone walls that acted as relief from the wind. From the crenellations they could observe the situation on the ground, which was now calm after those monstrous insects had done their work.