Chapter 613: Boiling Over

Chapter 613: Boiling Over

Boiling Over

The charge and the sacrifice of thirteen legionaries had bought the Asterians time. More Khivans had arrived from their camp, but they did not advance beyond their initial position; they extinguished the fire and began to repair their defences.

How is he? Martel asked as Eleanor joined him. The battlemage had not moved since they came back into the camp, staying in the open area by the gate; he had taken a seat on a crate, and a soldier had fetched water for him.

Alive, she replied. Valerius lay in the tent being used as their infirmary. His wounds are extensive, but he is a mageknight, hardy and strong.

While hearing his friend still lived was good news, Martel did not feel much relief. Our situation is not much better, he mumbled. Eleanor made no reply.

From the ramparts, the remaining prefects came toward them. Well done, Avery spoke. This will take time for the Khivans to recover from. It looks as if their woodworks are entirely destroyed.

It is borrowed time, Martel replied, looking up at her and Dominic with a weary expression. Theyll build more, enough for several cannons, now that they know what to expect. Next time we try this, theyll shower us with bullets and munition.

That is poor talk coming from a prefect, the decurion said harshly. I heard the soldiers hailing the great Firebrand, saluting you like an imperator, and now you speak of defeat.

Martel got on his feet. One cannon nearly killed Valerius. Well run out of mageknights soon at this rate. He stared at Dominic. We wont survive another assault.

I agree that the situation is dire, Avery interjected. We should consider how to extricate ourselves from this position.

The decurion looked at her with disbelief. Our orders are to hold this position until the legion arrives!Updated from n0velb(i)n.c(o)/m

A legion that should have been here many days ago, Eleanor added. If they were close, the Khivans would not be so comfortable on our doorstep.

Of course. I am happy to serve, she replied.

Avery looked down at Dominic. I will get him buried. He was a prefect, no matter what.

***

The usual activity ensued when two cohorts had to prepare for a march. In addition, further steps had to be taken to conceal their departure from the Khivans. To that end, Martel spent his evening creating enchantments for a particular task he and Eleanor would undertake.

The sound of horses and shouts disturbed him, interrupting his focus. Frustrated, he set aside the jar of oil he had been working on, as he would have to start over. Stepping out of his tent, he looked around with an angry expression to locate the source of the noise.

Finding nothing, he walked through camp until he saw Eleanor. What is going on?

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. Sir Dominics men. They took the remaining horses and galloped out of the eastern gate. I guess without their prefect, the eleventh cohort did not see a reason to stay either.

Martel looked in that direction, seeing their own legionaries close the gate. Well, if they draw the Khivans attention, thats a trade Ill take.

There is nothing to be done about it. What about you? Are your preparations finished?

He padded the pockets on his belt. Along with a few extra I managed to make before this disruption, we should have plenty. We are not really trying to do much damage anyway, are we?

No. But it has to look real, or at least seemed sufficiently threatening. If not, we shall simply rouse their suspicion, and we may have done more harm than good.

Ill go back and make one more, there should be time. Assuming no other herd of horses come trampling past my tent.