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.And Tremblefist didn t talk to himself much.Gavin looked up, giving himself a small break, and looked over the plain.The army was rumbling ever closer, catching up with their culverins.In front of them were teams settingup the howitzers the defendersstill hadn t fired a single shot, a fact that had General Danavis screamingat the nearest crews.But that wasn t what had Tremblefist cursing.In front of the main army, drawing even with the advancecannon emplacements, were more than a hundred men and women, some riding, and some simplyrunning.All were dressed in brightly colored clothing.Gavin could tell that by the way the greens moved,sprinting with huge bouncing, league-devouring strides that they weren t just drafters.They were colorwights, and they were headed straight for the gate.They would be at the wall within four minutes at the most.Four minutes.Gavin looked at his half-formed gate.If he didn t worry about hinges, if he just sealed thedamn thing to the wall itself, it was possible.Maybe.He looked up at the sun, gathering power.It wasPage 315 less than an hour until sunset.The festivities for Sun Day s Eve would start as soon as the last ray of sundisappeared from the horizon.Whether the attackers were heretics or pagans or faithful, they wouldn tfight during Sun Day.Sun Day was holy even to the gods Lucidonius had driven out.If they could hold off the attackers for that one hour, they had a chance.And Sun Day would give themthe time they needed to reinforce the gates and get supplies and guns in place.One day.One hour.Four minutes that would determine the course of this war.It came down to this.Gavin was not going to quit.He had four minutes left in him.The culverins on the wall finally answered those out in the field, but the shots were wild, not even closeto the field artillery emplacements or the charging color wights.And more of King Garadul s shots werehitting the wall itself, each rebounding off the yellow luxin with a crunch and a whine and a splay of yellowlight as the wall absorbed the blow and healed itself.The forms Gavin was filling with luxin were three-quarters full, washing him in the invigorating scents soclose to mint and eucalyptus, but he was tiring anyway.He looked out to the color wights.Not even twominutes left.Orholam, I m trying to do something good here.Great purpose, Orholam.Selfless and all that.Youwant people to be selfless, right?Tremblefist handed Gavin off and was shouting orders down to the Blackguards on the ground.GeneralDanavis was ordering troops to the gate and to form in ranks behind the wall.The crowd was beginningto scatter.Everyone was shouting, but Gavin couldn t even make out the words anymore.Flashes of magic bloomed in front of him.The color wights had spotted him.They were throwingmissiles and fire and everything they could think of, but his Blackguards were deflecting it all.Gavin kept drafting.The color wights were only two hundred paces out now, running at a full sprint.Hehad only seconds left.A cannon roared to Gavin s right and tore through a dozen of the color wights,shredding them.But the color wights behind them leapt through the blood and smoke and flying limbs,faces snarling, inhuman, glowing.Drafting the last of the yellow luxin to fill the last form, Gavin pulled the threads together in his hand.Hewas going to make it! He was sealing the luxin when a cannonball smashed into the forms.All the force ofthe impossibly lucky shot went straight into Gavin s hands.It was like holding a rope and having someonedrop an anvil tied to the other side.The luxin was yanked out of Gavin s hands instantaneously.Gate and cannonball slammed into theground beneath the arch, the cannonball blasting through Blackguards and a dozen still-gawking civiliansbehind them.The gate abruptly unheld, unsealed yellow luxin hissed and seethed into light beforeGavin could stop it.In two seconds, the gate flashboiled into nothingness and disappeared and so did Garriston s hope.Chapter 73Page 316 Gavin collapsed.Or he would have, if two Blackguards hadn t caught him and dragged him away fromthe brink.He wanted to fight them, to stand up, but he was so lightheaded he couldn t even make words.He missed the first clash, right below his perch, but he heard it, felt it.The yells of men and womenbracing themselves, giving voice to fear and rage, honing their will for their drafting.Then waves of heatand the shock of impact, armor popping, men and wights grunting.Then, screams, always screams. Where are my muskets?! I ordered those brought here two hours ago! General Danavis wasscreaming.Swearing.He was standing ten paces from Gavin, looking through the murder holes andmachicolations at the battle beneath the arch of the gate.His soldiers were blinking at him.Out of twentymen, only two had muskets. Fire, damn you! he shouted at them. You, and you, go find muskets.Now! Then he was gone, screaming at the artillery crews.The Blackguards pulled Gavin to the edge of the wall.The cowl on the wall meant there were only a fewplaces open on either the front or the back.They found one where the cranes pulled in goods.ABlackguard bichrome drafted a blue-green slide all the way to the ground. What are you doing? Gavin managed. We re taking you to safety, sir. Then the man jumped onto the slide.Gavin was looking through the bright hallway formed by the bonnet to one of the culverin teams.Theyhad fired a ball and were looking downfield the sign of an inexperienced crew.Only one man neededto watch so they could adjust their aim.The rest should be reloading already.But after a moment, theycheered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.And Tremblefist didn t talk to himself much.Gavin looked up, giving himself a small break, and looked over the plain.The army was rumbling ever closer, catching up with their culverins.In front of them were teams settingup the howitzers the defendersstill hadn t fired a single shot, a fact that had General Danavis screamingat the nearest crews.But that wasn t what had Tremblefist cursing.In front of the main army, drawing even with the advancecannon emplacements, were more than a hundred men and women, some riding, and some simplyrunning.All were dressed in brightly colored clothing.Gavin could tell that by the way the greens moved,sprinting with huge bouncing, league-devouring strides that they weren t just drafters.They were colorwights, and they were headed straight for the gate.They would be at the wall within four minutes at the most.Four minutes.Gavin looked at his half-formed gate.If he didn t worry about hinges, if he just sealed thedamn thing to the wall itself, it was possible.Maybe.He looked up at the sun, gathering power.It wasPage 315 less than an hour until sunset.The festivities for Sun Day s Eve would start as soon as the last ray of sundisappeared from the horizon.Whether the attackers were heretics or pagans or faithful, they wouldn tfight during Sun Day.Sun Day was holy even to the gods Lucidonius had driven out.If they could hold off the attackers for that one hour, they had a chance.And Sun Day would give themthe time they needed to reinforce the gates and get supplies and guns in place.One day.One hour.Four minutes that would determine the course of this war.It came down to this.Gavin was not going to quit.He had four minutes left in him.The culverins on the wall finally answered those out in the field, but the shots were wild, not even closeto the field artillery emplacements or the charging color wights.And more of King Garadul s shots werehitting the wall itself, each rebounding off the yellow luxin with a crunch and a whine and a splay of yellowlight as the wall absorbed the blow and healed itself.The forms Gavin was filling with luxin were three-quarters full, washing him in the invigorating scents soclose to mint and eucalyptus, but he was tiring anyway.He looked out to the color wights.Not even twominutes left.Orholam, I m trying to do something good here.Great purpose, Orholam.Selfless and all that.Youwant people to be selfless, right?Tremblefist handed Gavin off and was shouting orders down to the Blackguards on the ground.GeneralDanavis was ordering troops to the gate and to form in ranks behind the wall.The crowd was beginningto scatter.Everyone was shouting, but Gavin couldn t even make out the words anymore.Flashes of magic bloomed in front of him.The color wights had spotted him.They were throwingmissiles and fire and everything they could think of, but his Blackguards were deflecting it all.Gavin kept drafting.The color wights were only two hundred paces out now, running at a full sprint.Hehad only seconds left.A cannon roared to Gavin s right and tore through a dozen of the color wights,shredding them.But the color wights behind them leapt through the blood and smoke and flying limbs,faces snarling, inhuman, glowing.Drafting the last of the yellow luxin to fill the last form, Gavin pulled the threads together in his hand.Hewas going to make it! He was sealing the luxin when a cannonball smashed into the forms.All the force ofthe impossibly lucky shot went straight into Gavin s hands.It was like holding a rope and having someonedrop an anvil tied to the other side.The luxin was yanked out of Gavin s hands instantaneously.Gate and cannonball slammed into theground beneath the arch, the cannonball blasting through Blackguards and a dozen still-gawking civiliansbehind them.The gate abruptly unheld, unsealed yellow luxin hissed and seethed into light beforeGavin could stop it.In two seconds, the gate flashboiled into nothingness and disappeared and so did Garriston s hope.Chapter 73Page 316 Gavin collapsed.Or he would have, if two Blackguards hadn t caught him and dragged him away fromthe brink.He wanted to fight them, to stand up, but he was so lightheaded he couldn t even make words.He missed the first clash, right below his perch, but he heard it, felt it.The yells of men and womenbracing themselves, giving voice to fear and rage, honing their will for their drafting.Then waves of heatand the shock of impact, armor popping, men and wights grunting.Then, screams, always screams. Where are my muskets?! I ordered those brought here two hours ago! General Danavis wasscreaming.Swearing.He was standing ten paces from Gavin, looking through the murder holes andmachicolations at the battle beneath the arch of the gate.His soldiers were blinking at him.Out of twentymen, only two had muskets. Fire, damn you! he shouted at them. You, and you, go find muskets.Now! Then he was gone, screaming at the artillery crews.The Blackguards pulled Gavin to the edge of the wall.The cowl on the wall meant there were only a fewplaces open on either the front or the back.They found one where the cranes pulled in goods.ABlackguard bichrome drafted a blue-green slide all the way to the ground. What are you doing? Gavin managed. We re taking you to safety, sir. Then the man jumped onto the slide.Gavin was looking through the bright hallway formed by the bonnet to one of the culverin teams.Theyhad fired a ball and were looking downfield the sign of an inexperienced crew.Only one man neededto watch so they could adjust their aim.The rest should be reloading already.But after a moment, theycheered [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]