"Hmm," he said. "You're sure that Tarrin was kidnapped?"
"I cannot guarantee it, but from what I have learned so far, it is a very good bet," she replied. "A magical device that can control Were-kin was stolen from the Tower vaults two days ago, and Dolanna suspects that it was used to spirit Tarrin off the grounds. You know as well as I that there is no way anyone could physically force him to leave."
Darvon approached, and he was plainly not happy. His armor looked a bit dishevelled, and his hair was still damp. "Could this have waited for me to finish dressing, Ulger?" he snapped.
"Lord General, we have a problem," Ulger said. "Tarrin is missing, and Allia thinks that he was taken against his will."
"Oh my," Darvon grunted. "You have proof?"
"Not solid, but I give you my word as a Selani and as a Knight that I am not willingly lying to you, Darvon," she said pleadingly. "Tarrin would never just leave without telling me. He is my brother!"
"You do have a point," he agreed. "You two seem to share the same brain. He wouldn't leave without telling you."
"Keritanima is looking for him now, using magic," she continued. "She had her Marines mobilize in case we must use force to recover him. She hoped that the Knights would assist."
"Assist? Your Marines had best save us some room, Wikuni," Darvon growled. "Tarrin is one of us, and we are all One Under Karas. Ulger!"
"Yes, Lord General?"
"I want every Knight and cadet who can walk assembled on the field in full battle dress in ten minutes!"
"Yes, Lord General!" Ulger said with a grin and a salute. "Sound the alert!" he shouted, rushing away from the Lord General and waving his arms. "We are on alert!"
"If he was taken, then we'll be ready to go get him," Darvon said in a growl. "No doubt the fighting last night in the Tower has something to do with all this," he added. "I knew I should have sent my Knights in there to stop it."
"I had the same feeling, Lord General," the Wikuni Colonel agreed. "But my orders were to remain in the barracks."
"Hindsight is always perfect," he grunted. "Since we may be working together, we'd best get to know each other. I'm Darvon."
"I am Cololnel Manx," he replied. "You obviously hold rank over me, my Lord General. I accede to your flag, so long as your orders don't counter our existing orders."
"I appreciate that, Colonel," Darvon said gracefully. "We don't need any confusion on a battlefield. Let's hope that it doesn't come to that."
"The best fight is the one avoided," Manx agreed. "But if we do fight, it will be a good chance to measure ourselves against your reputation."
"Don't sell yourselves short," Darvon told him. "The reputation of the Royal Marines is towering, and no doubt well deserved."
"You are most kind, my Lord General," Manx said with a slight smile.
"Allia, go find yourself some good swords in the armory," Darvon told her. "I know you won't stand aside and watch."
"No," she said bluntly.
It was chaos in the compound of the Knights, and by the time Allia had a good pair of swords and a belt for them, most of the Knights had organized into sharp lines, and warhorses were hurriedly being lined up near the stables, in full harness. Miranda and Sisska were on the field as Allia returned to Darvon's side, and the maid was already starting to answer questions of the Colonel. "I can only tell you what I was told, Colonel," she told him calmly. "That we were to wait here for her Highness to return with news."
"She should not be out there alone," Manx said hotly.
"She has Binter with her, Colonel," Miranda said with a steady expression. It wasn't easy to ruffle Miranda. "If Binter can't protect her, then she doesn't have much need for the rest of you."
Manx glanced at the massive Sisska, standing near to Miranda and ready to attack if she was threatened, and he nodded slowly. "We need to organize," he said. "The Marines use tactics that the Knights probably do not. Let's iron out our arrangements now, before we have to do this in a combat situation."
"I agree," Darvon said emphatically. "Knights rely on their armor," he said. "We prefer to smash through the center of an enemy line, then break up the opposition and mop them up."
"We also prefer a direct assault, but across the entire line," Manx said. "We push them back in one push, driving them into their reserves, and we move quickly to keep them off guard. In this case, the Marines can flank the Knights at the tail end of a wedge, and when the line buckles around the Knights, the Marines can prevent them from enveloping your rear, and we can drive in and hold them in a state of disorganization while the Knights continue around and split up, and attack from the rear."
"This only works if you're fighting on a battlefield, gentleman," Miranda told him. "You happen to be in the middle of a large city. You won't have that kind of room."
"True, but it's our elemental style," Darvon said. "Even if we attack only ten Knights to ten opponents, we use the same basic tactics."
"Are your men trained for close quarters combat?" Manx asked.
Darvon nodded. "Allia's really brought us up to speed on close fighting. We can handle ourselves."
"The Marines train specifically for house to house combat and close quarters," he said. "It may be best if we have to attack a building if you let us take the lead."
"I won't argue about that, but having a squad of Knights there to smash through doors and use their armor to shield your less armored men may be useful."
"Yes, no doubt," he agreed.
They continued to debate the exact actions of their units for a quite a while, covering several different scenarios, from building combat to chasing down an armed column trying to spirit Tarrin out of Suld. But Miranda cut them short and pointed, saying "now we'll know exactly how to set up." Keritanima was running towards them with Binter just behind, and she was out of breath by the time she arrived. The Wikuni bowed respectfully, and the Knights did the same when the realized who it was.
"He's…in the Cathedral…," she panted. "He's…being held…underneath it."
"The Cathedral of Karas?" Darvon said in surprise. "Are you sure, your Highness?"
"Positive," she panted.
"I never thought I'd have to attack my own church before," Darvon grunted. "But if you say he's there, then he's there. We'll just have to go get him."
"They must…have dug out passages…not on the plans I had of it," she said, recovering her breath. "But I don't understand why they took him. It doesn't make sense."
"It makes this a siege, Lord General," Manx said. "That means I'll have the better chance."
"The Cathedral is huge, Colonel Manx, and the Priests there will no doubt use their magic to defend it. I think we should start by trying to negotiate. After we surround the building, of course. The priests of Karas are one of the arms of our own faith. I can't see any reason why they would kidnap Tarrin, but maybe I can convince them to let him go without combat. Once I make it plain that the Knights will assault the Cathedral if they don't, they may change their minds."
"Miranda, go fetch the plans I have," Keritanima said to her maid. "We can use them."
"At once, Highness," Miranda said, scurrying off with Sisska behind her.
"You have plans of the Cathdreal, Highness?" Manx asked curiously.
"I needed them. Let's not go into that right now," she said decisively. "We need some katzh-dashi, gentleman. If we have to attack, we'll need Sorcerers to disrupt the priests' magic. Trying to attack the cathedral without magical assistance would be suicide. Did you talk to the Council, Allia?"