The Heroes

us,’ Kroy managed, though the army’s feelings were very clearly the precise opposite.
    Bayaz appeared impervious to irony, however. ‘Good, because I will be staying to observe. Some gentlemen from the University of Adua accompanied me. They have an invention that I am curious to see tested.’
    ‘Anything we can do to assist.’
    ‘Excellent.’ Bayaz smiled broadly.
The only smile in the room.
‘I will leave the shaping of the stones in your …’ He raised an eyebrow at Mitterick’s absurd gauntlets. ‘Capable hands. Gentlemen.’
    The officers kept their nervous silence, as the First of the Magi’s worn boots and those of his single servant receded down the hallway, like children sent early to bed, preparing to throw back the covers as soon as their parents reached a safe distance.
    Angry babbling broke out the moment they heard the front door close. ‘What the hell—’
    ‘How dare he?’
    ‘Before the end of the season?’ frothed Mitterick. ‘He is quite mad!’
    ‘Ridiculous!’ snapped Felnigg. ‘Ridiculous!’
    ‘Bloody politicians!’
    But Gorst had a smile, and not just at the dismay of Mitterick and the rest. Now they would have to seek battle.
And whatever they came for, I came to fight.
    Kroy brought his fractious officers to order by banging at the table with his stick. ‘Gentlemen, please! The Closed Council have spoken, and so the king has spoken, and we can only strive to obey. We are but the masons, after all.’ He turned towards the map as the room quieted, eyes running over the roads, the hills, the rivers of the North. ‘I fear we must abandon caution and concentrate the army for a concerted push northwards. Dogman?’
    The Northman stepped up to the table and snapped out a vibrating salute. ‘Marshal Kroy, sir!’ A joke, of course, since he was an ally rather than an underling.
    ‘If we march for Carleon in force, is it likely that Black Dow will finally offer battle?’
    The Dogman rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw. ‘Maybe. He ain’t the most patient. Looks bad for him, letting you tramp all over his back yard these past few months. But he’s always been an unpredictable bastard, Black Dow.’ He had a bitter look on his face for a moment, as if remembering something painful. ‘One thing I can tell you, if he decides on battle he won’t offer nothing. He’ll ram it right up your arse. Still, it’s worth atry.’ Dogman grinned around the officers. ‘’Specially if you like it up your arse.’
    ‘Not my first choice, but they say a general should be prepared for anything.’ Kroy traced a road to its junction, then tapped at the paper. ‘What is this town?’
    The Dogman leaned over the table to squint at the map, considerably inconveniencing a pair of unhappy staff officers and giving the impression of not caring in the least. ‘That’s Osrung. Old town, set in fields, with a bridge and a mill, might have, what … three or four hundred people in peacetime? Some stone buildings, more wood. High fence around the outside. Used to have a damn fine tavern but, you know, nothing’s how it used to be.’
    ‘And this hill? Near where the roads from Ollensand and Uffrith meet?’
    ‘The Heroes.’
    ‘Odd name for a hill,’ grunted Mitterick.
    ‘Named after a ring of old stones on top. Some warriors of ancient days are buried beneath ’em, or that’s one rumour, anyway. You get quite a view from up there. I sent a dozen to have a look-see the other day, in fact, check if any of Dow’s boys have shown their faces.’
    ‘And?’
    ‘Nothing yet, but no reason there should be. There’s help nearby, if they get pressed.’
    ‘That’s the spot, then.’ Kroy craned closer to the map, pressing the point of his stick into that hill as though he could will the army there. ‘The Heroes. Felnigg?’
    ‘Sir?’
    ‘Send word to Lord Governor Meed to abandon the siege of Ollensand and march with all haste to meet us near Osrung.’
    That got a few sharp in-breaths. ‘Meed will be furious,’ said Mitterick.
    ‘He often is. That cannot be helped.’
    ‘I’ll be heading back that way,’ said Dogman. ‘Meet up with the rest o’ my boys and get ’em moving north. I can take the message.’
    ‘It might be better if Colonel Felnigg carries it personally. Lord Governor Meed is … not the greatest admirer of Northmen.’
    ‘Unlike the rest of you, eh?’ The Dogman showed the Union’s finest a mouthful of sharp yellow teeth. ‘I’ll make a move, then.