Scourge Twenty-Five - Obeying

Scourge Twenty-Five - Obeying

Scourge Twenty-Five - Obeying

The donkeys can only gallop for so long before they start to tire out. Worse, some of the carts are damaged. One of them near the middle of the formation has a crooked wheel, and I think weve all been watching and waiting to see it fly off whenever the road gets even a little bit bumpier.

We start to slow down after fifteen minutes of constant running, then when we climb a particularly tall hill, Esteban orders a halt and reins are pulled and cries go up and down the caravan as we stop.

One of the donkeys is dead, another is clearly injured. A few of the carts have some damage to them. Torn straps and such. Only the one with the crooked wheel is really a threat.

No time to lose, Esteban says. Teo, either get that cart fixed or transfer the things over, Ran, check on the donkeys. Someone unhook that poor creature. Toss the body in a ditch, the monsters can have it.

I jump off the cart and walk over to Esteban, my friends coming up behind me. How can we help? I ask.

He spins towards me, face twisted in an ugly glower. Get back on your cart and stay there, he says.

I blink back. What?

Are you unable to follow those orders too?

Wait, are you angry because we didnt listen earlier? I ask.

Was that not obvious? he asks. Get back on the cart.

You might have died if we didnt help you, I say. You were in way over your head.

Esteban leans down and his tone shifts so that its much lower, almost a growl. I expect my men to follow my orders. I dont care how talented you are. If you cant do as youre told, then youre not worth much to us. With that he stomps past me and continues to scream at his mercs to get to work.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Esmes hand lands on my shoulder and she tugs me back a bit. Come on, lets get out of everyones way.

I sigh, but I do follow her back to the cart. The Big Hill Lions seem pretty busy. They set up a watch, using the height of the hill as a vantage point to see a good ways around. A few deer frolic by the edge of the forest a ways away, but other than those and a few birds, theres not much to see.

Hes a bit of a jerk, Felix says.

Hes not entirely wrong, Esme says.

Esteban really wants us to keep moving, no matter what.

I take a couple of little breaks to rest my feet, usually when were heading uphill and the caravan is slowing down anyway. Its all rather boring. I have the impression that all of the mercenaries in the company know that were on the outs with Esteban and that they dont want anything to do with us.

And then we crest a final hill and we can see a fort out ahead.

The Lion Fort! Teo calls out, obviously glad to see the building.

Its a big lump of a fortress, squatting atop a huge sloped hill entirely cleared of trees and with a winding river at the bottom of it. The fort isnt as big as the last outpost we were at. Its more of a fortification than that, but it lacks the village surrounding it.

Teo squints ahead from his spot next to one of the carts drivers. I see movement on the walls, and some smoke. The flags are all good too. I think its manned.

About time we got some good news, Esteban says. Come on, lets head on over. I havent decided if well be stopping here for the night or not.

Is that fort important? I ask Bianca.

She glances over to the fortress then nods while gesturing to the hills around us. Theres a wide river that way, and because of the way it cuts into the land it forms something like a cliff-face. The woods are relatively thick too, with very difficult terrain around them. To the east is a large rocky patch from the mountains. Thats more terrain thats hard to cross. This little area is right in the middle of all that. A sort of natural bottleneck.

So they plopped a big old fort right there. Makes sense, I say.

I passed here on the way north, Bianca says. The fort has a large area designed to funnel monsters in and kill them from above. Its a clever design. They use that to attract large groups of weaker monsters over then kill them from relative safety. It means that the area is relatively free of weaker monsters.

I nod along, pretending to just be interested in the trivia. Thats not good news. Itll be best if we can be through the fort sooner rather than later.

The trek over to the fortress is surprisingly easy. Someone made a point of keeping the roads here well-maintained. There arent any zig-zags, just a straight path all the way up to the gates on the side of the fort.

As we come closer, I can make out the guards atop the wall, and its clear that theyre all non-zombie humans. Their classes and names help confirm that once we get close enough.

The gates open, and we walk into a large courtyard where a troupe of some ten or so guards are waiting for us, their commander standing tall and proud in the middle of them. Esteban, you old bastard, he says. Still calling yourself a lion?

Rafael, you slimy old toad, Esteban growls right back. Still sitting atop this old mound and getting fat with old age?

Hah! You can only wish youll be able to grow as old and fat as I have, you runt, Rafael says. But I think I might have to start burning off that fat soon. Theres the stink of battle in the air, and I notice that your so-called lions have been mauled themselves. We should talk.

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