“I don’t understand,” Cortain Tagoro said to Lord Marak, “Lord Marshal Grefon has never authorized night operations before. Why are they still trailing us?”
“Because he wants me very badly,” answered Lord Marak. “If I guess correctly, Lord Marshal Grefon’s freedom may rest on my shoulders. I suspect that the Cortes following us have orders not to stop until I am caught. I did make him look rather incompetent in the Meeting Chamber this morning.”
“If we were facing something closer to even odds,” commented Cortain Tagoro, “I would loop up behind them and attack them from the rear.”
“What bothers me,” offered Lord Marak, “is that they have not pushed to the point of contact with us. It is almost as if Lord Marshal Grefon is using three Cortes for a tracking party. That is extremely large for trackers. I think they are meant to keep our attention while someone else closes in. I should have thought of this earlier, but their failure to stop at sunset triggered my alarm.”
“Are you suggesting that there are other Cortes out here heading for us?” questioned Cortain Tagoro.
“Yes,” replied Lord Marak. “I wouldn’t be surprised to find the entire Lituk Valley Army in this forest hunting for us. We are in trouble, Cortain. I want more forward scouts out immediately. Start laying traps behind us to slow the Situ down. If you can capture one of their scouts, find out what their orders are. Other than that, we need to keep this column moving.”
“As you command, Lord Marak,” saluted Cortain Tagoro.
The Torak Corte moved on into the night. It was not long before one of the scouts reported another Situ Army heading for them from another direction. Cortain Tagoro altered his course and ordered an increase in the speed of the troops. The traps helped to slow the pursuing Cortes, but did not dissuade them from following. Around midnight, Cortain Tagoro called a halt to the procession.
“What it is, Cortain Tagoro?” asked Lord Marak.
“There is another Corte up ahead,” reported the Cortain. “This group is camped for the night.”
“Lord Marshal Grefon had troops already stationed in the forest,” swore Lord Marak. “He planned on me trying to escape whether I won or not. How could I have been so blind? How much lead do we have on the Situ following us?”
“One hour for sure, two at the most,” answered Cortain Tagoro.
“Draw me a map,” ordered Lord Marak.
Cortain Tagoro called for a torch and started drawing a crude map in the dirt. When he completed the map, Lord Marak studied it for a while.
“We are going to attack the campsite, Cortain,” smiled Lord Marak as he took the stick and pointed to a spot on the map. “I want to proceed to about here. At this point the men will dismount and you will have some men take the horses off in this direction. They will make sure that the trail is evident. The rest of us will proceed on foot to the campsite. I want the horses to proceed in a loop wide enough to avoid their flanking scouts and return to the campsite. We will have that much time to kill the camping Situ.”
“But the Cortes behind us will be very close by then,” protested Cortain Tagoro. “You risk having us surrounded by the Situ.”
“I do,” agreed Lord Marak. “However, I believe that your training will prove to be sufficient to eliminate the campsite before the other Cortes arrive. After we deal with the campsite, Gunta and Halman will remain behind with me. You will lead the rest of the men in a straight line for the Sorgan border. The vision of a dead Situ Corte will slow down our pursuers more than the traps we have been setting. Halman, Gunta, and I will start attacking their scouts.”
“I fail to see the wisdom in your plan, Lord Marak,” objected Cortain Tagoro. “Lord Marshal Grefon is sending his army into the woods at night to capture you, not my men. How does my Corte abandoning you aid our cause and not his?”
“For one,” smiled Lord Marak, “my trail will be harder to follow with only three of us. The sheer number of men accompanying me is making their job easier, yet we still need to get word to Lord Marshal Yenga that the Situ will be attacking. The Situ will stop chasing you and your men and embark on the more difficult task of tracking me.”
“Why would they stop tracking me?” protested Cortain Tagoro. “They wouldn’t even know . . . you plan on making sure that they know you have stayed behind! That is suicide, My Lord. I can not allow you to do this.”
“You have no choice, Cortain,” ordered Lord Marak. “The three of us have evaded the Situ before and we shall do so again. Lord Marshal Grefon may have ordered them to chase us through the night, but the Situ are not night fighters, we are. Now, we can continue this discussion and waste valuable time or we can put my plan into action. I appreciate your feelings, Tagoro, but I think this is the best plan we can come up with.”
Very well, My Lord,” saluted Cortain Tagoro. “I will get the men prepared.”
Lord Marak watched Cortain Tagoro storm off and brief his men on the plan. The men kept glancing over at Lord Marak as they listened to the plan and he knew that Cortain Tagoro had not hidden his feelings very well, but he also knew that his old friend would follow his orders. The Corte mounted and rode in silence to the spot Lord Marak had selected. A dozen men had to be assigned to take the horses and set a false trail while the rest marched towards the camped Situ Corte.
Lord Marak smiled in appreciation as he watched Tagoro’s men professionally take up their positions in the woods surrounding the campsite. There would be no call for surrender this time. Lord Marak had no way to take captives in a forest surrounded by his enemy. At Tagoro’s signal, the Torak archers let fly a murderous barrage. The campsite leaped to alertness as the first arrows struck home, but the defenders were dazed and confused. The Situ soldiers ran for swords when they should have reached for their bows. They allowed the illuminating campfire to remain lit, while the darkness enshrouded the Torak men. The bulk of the Situ soldiers succumbed to arrows and the Torak soldiers moved into the campsite to finish the attack.
One wounded Situ soldier tried vainly to reach his sword and Lord Marak halted the killing blow one of Tagoro’s men was about to deliver. With hand signals, Lord Marak indicated that the man should be spared and everyone intentionally ignored the wounded Situ.
“Cortain Tagoro, shouted Lord Marak with a wink, “I am ordering your men to return to Fardale immediately. I will keep two of them to accompany me. Perhaps it is time for me to go back to Lituk Valley and put an end to Lord Ridak personally.”
Cortain Tagoro grimaced and he responded. “As you wish, Lord Marak. There may be other Situ scum in the forest. I will try to draw them off as I return home.”
Neither of them had lied, but the information they wanted to convey to the wounded soldier had been stated. The Torak men had to wait another five minutes before their horses arrived and Cortain Tagoro bid farewell to Lord Marak. Lord Marak and his two selected men made a point of heading eastward out of the campsite, while Cortain Tagoro led his men westward. Lord Marak estimated that the Situ Cortes would arrive in about a half-hour and hoped the wounded man survived to greet them. He had not enjoyed killing the men at the campsite, but it had been preferable to the slaughter of his own men. With a grimace of his own, Lord Marak led his two men into the darkness of the forest.
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Cortain Rybak sat in the communications room sharpening his sword. He itched to be out on the front lines getting ready for the Situ attack, but Lord Marshal Yenga had not declared him fit for service yet. While it was true that Rybak had trouble getting around, it still bothered him that others would be fighting a battle which he yearned to participate in. He was almost saddened to find out that Lord Marak had killed Koors. The pain Koors had inflicted on him deserved more of a payback than a simple death could deliver. The Chula healer had done things to him that he had never seen done before and it still amazed Gunta and Halman that he was even able to walk again. The scars still covered his body, but the pain of the burns and cuts was only a memory, although it was still a very vivid memory to Rybak. At least Rybak had the pleasure of knowing that he had told Koors nothing despite the repeated torture sessions. He smiled inwardly at Lord Marshal Grefon’s displeasure with the inability of Koors to gain any information.