“Did you find anything?” Theido lay on his stomach at the edge of the cliff and called down to the man dangling on a rope below him.
“There is a narrow shingle along the water’s edge, sir. It runs all along the bank below the cliff. We have sent men to scout it both directions, but have found nothing yet.”
“Continue,” said Theido, rising to his feet. Just then there came a voice from the battlements above. “Halt! Who is there?” Theido’s heart clenched in his chest.
Half-crouched, half-standing, he remained rock-still, hoping that whoever was above him would not see him directly below, an easy target for even the poorest marksman.
“Hey!” called the voice above. “Bring your torch over here! I think there is someone below.”
Theido heard footsteps come running as a second guard joined the first with his torch. He held his breath, fully expecting an arrow to come singing to its mark at any second. One heartbeat… two… three. Then-“There’s nothing down there, maggot-brain,” said a second voice drifting down from the battlements. “You are seeing shadows and thinking them soldiers. Get to your post, and do not call me again unless you see something more than a shadow on the rocks.”
The first soldier grumbled and moved on to his place in the tower. Theido released his breath and drew back to the wall to wait. From either side of him at a distance of no more than twenty paces, he heard the soft footfall of his archers withdrawing and realized that as soon as the guard had discovered him, two arrows had been notched to their strings and those strings drawn taut. Had either guard so much as squeaked a warning, the man would have been dead before the words were out of his mouth.
Theido drew his cloak over him and leaned back against the hard curtain. Random shouts still echoed from beyond the walls of the castle, but the initial frenzy which had greeted the first volley of fireballs had died away. To the east the sky held a lighter hue, tinting the sky iron-blue against the black. Hurry, whispered Theido to himself. Hurry! Dawn is coming, and we must soon be gone or be discovered. Hurry, there is so little time.
FORTY-FIVE
STARS DIMMED in the east, and their numbers dwindled as the sky lightened to dawn. Ronsard and his force still manned the catapults, but the fireballs soared less frequently now. “We are running out of bales,” reported one of his men. “These are the last.”
Ronsard cocked an eye skyward and said, “The others should have returned by now. Hold as long as you can. With any luck they will come before first light.”
Hurry! thought Ronsard. Hurry, before they find out… For one fleeting heartbeat he wondered, What if they have already found out? He dismissed the thought instantly telling himself, Somehow we would have known.
The sandy-haired knight turned his eyes toward the ragged line of forest as it sloped down to meet the river. From here Theido and his party would return. But he saw no one. No figure hailed him from the trees, and no messenger came to tell him that all was well, that the raiding party had returned safely.
“Come on,” whispered Ronsard. “It will be daylight soon!”
The catapults flashed, hurling their flaming missiles to the castle walls which could be plainly seen now, showing dull and imposing in the feeble light. But the interval between projectiles had stretched to several minutes, and though the enemy still lined the walls and scurried to put out each new blaze, they did not shout and rail at the foe anymore, but merely watched with casual interest as if bored by the long-running spectacle.
There was a shout and a man came running up from the second machine, saying, “Sir, the bales are gone, and we have nothing else to throw at them.” He waited for Ronsard’s leading.
“We must continue a little longer. Send some men back to camp, and ready some more bales; have the others there help. We will need enough for both catapults. Meanwhile, we must keep the attention of those on the wall; so have your men move to a new position while you are waiting for your amunition.” He pointed across the field. “There-more toward the center.”
The soldier hurried off to carry out his orders. Ronsard crossed his arms on his chest and frowned at the sky. “You should have been back long ago, Theido. Shall I send a search party after you?”
He decided to wait a little longer and began pacing back and forth between the catapults, glancing now and again toward the fringe of forest where he expected his comrade to emerge at any moment.
The sun burned nearer the horizon, flaming the sky bright red beneath the gray clouds. The outlines of the castle could be made out clearly now, and black smoke drifted on the rising wind from the numerous small fires they had set through the night. At least, thought Ronsard grimly, we have kept them busy this night, and none of our own have been hurt.
When the men returned, carrying more bales of pine needles and branches, Ronsard ordered the troops to be changed. Fresh soldiers took over for those who had worked through the night, relieving them so they might go to their well-earned rest. The new contingent fell to with a zeal, and the catapulting continued.
Ronsard, increasingly anxious over his friend’s delay, placed command of the machines in a subordinate’s hands and returned to camp to form a search party to go after Theido and his band. He had assembled the men, and they had armed themselves accordingly and were about to start off on the trail Theido had himself taken when a voice hailed them from the forest. “Ho! Ronsard!”
The knight spun on his heel and met the returning party coming toward them through the forest, their faces drawn with fatigue, but adopting a jaunty air for their comrades.
“We were just setting off to look for you. You were due back long ago.”
“I began to think we would never leave. The watch returned to the towers and wall, and we were trapped below the cliff. We had to wait until the guard changed before we could move.”
“Well? Am I to guess the rest?”
“We found it: the secret postern entrance. Ameronis is clever, and it took us all night, but we found it.”
At this Ronsard and his search party broke out in cheers for their comrades, clapping them on the backs and shaking their hands. “Where is it? Tell me everything you know about it.”
Theido dismissed his men to their rest, and he and Ronsard walked to the tent that had been raised for them as their command post and private chambers. Inside, they sat down on benches facing one another across a rough-hewn table. “At first it did not appear that we would find an entrance-secret or otherwise. The cliff below the west wall is smooth-faced and drops away at a sharp angle to the water. But below is a narrow shingle a man may walk along-” He paused and pointed to a jug. “I could use a drink of water.”
Ronsard snatched the jug, poured, and handed Theido the cup. “Go on, go on. What did you find?”
“That is much better,” Theido replied. “Now then… yes, the river bends around the castle rock, and if you follow it far enough you will find that the shore widens as it passes the rock. Here” -he traced with his fingers on the table before them-“and here the forest comes down to the water’s edge. I sent the men up along this lower bank as far as it went before it flattened out to the waterline again.
“We found nothing at first. On the second sweep along the bank, one of the men found a cave well up on the cliff face-small, but large enough for a man to squeeze through. It was hidden by juniper scrub, so was impossible to see from the northern approach. But from the opposite direction it could be spotted. They climbed up into the cave mouth and found that not more than half a dozen paces inside, the cave becomes a tunnel.”
“No!”
“Yes,” Theido affirmed. “The tunnel, though long and winding like a snake, leads to a portcullis of iron and a gate beyond.”