Chapter 40: Have you considered dying in this fight?

Chapter 40: Have you considered dying in this fight?

Lochlann grabbed his sword as around them the wailing continued. Then, reconsidering the order of operations, cast it on the bed and made for his armor instead. He tugged on a padded shirt, then reached for a metal chest plate.

Help me with this, he said, doing up the buckles on one side.

Aaron glanced out the door, his eyes on the stairs at the end of the hallway, gauging how fast he could get back up them. Quick enough to stop what was already happening?

Aaron, the lieutenant snapped.

Aaron stepped over to help him, doing up the buckles on the other side. His fingers slipped once, unused to the way the straps fit together; Lochlann caught the leather, and gave him quiet, succinct directions.

Do you have armor? the guardsman asked, as they finished.

No, Aaron answered.

Do you want any?

No.

With me, then. Lochlann strapped on his sword and reached for his bracers. He stepped out of the room, still working to secure them.

The sounds of fighting reached them immediately. Clashes of swords overlaid the keening notes that permeated the air. They came from farther down the hall, in the main barracks. Lochlann looked that way, and clenched his jaw; but when he ran, it was towards the stairs, not towards his comrades.

Do you think the dukes men have turned on them? Aaron asked, following on his heels. Some of them were quartered there, werent they?

Do you always ask stupid questions in a fight? the guard snapped.

Dont know. I havent been in many.

A curt laugh of disbelief was all the answer he got for that. It was true, though: he hadnt been in many fights. Not like this. In Twokins, if it came to a fight with more than two people, something had already gone terribly wrong.

He supposed that was true in the castle, as well.

They met other guards as they ascended. The higher ranking officers who were quartered in the tower itself, their own rooms between any enemy attack and their king. The Captain of the Guard stood on a landing, shouting orders to those who passed.

Any below you? he asked, as the lieutenant and Aaron reached him.

The front of his shirt jerked forward, and the rest of him went with it. Aaron found himself uncomfortably close to the crown prince.

Dont panic. Panic gets men killed. Dead men are useless to me. Orin released his shirt. Aarons heels touched the floor again. The prince watched with a critical eye to make sure he was steady. Then he turned, and began striding farther into the royal wing. Besides. Its not your fault.

Aaron followed on Orins heels, taking the words as the invitation they were. Slowly, he began to feel grounded again. His feet tread solidly on the carpet; his daggers hilt pressed into his side under his shirt. If the king was dead, then the duke would hardly have stopped on his way to hurt Rose. Orin would have been his next target. The man had probably left the wing as soon as he could, knowing hed be trapped if he stayed. Rose was safe. Aaron just needed to find her, and make sure she stayed that way. It didnt matter what else happened in the castle tonight.

Do they teach you to squire in the Late Wake, Lord Sung?

I may have missed those lessons, Your Highness, Aaron replied.

Fair enough. Lieutenant, the prince called sharply, with me.

Lochlann rushed to catch up with them. They went to the princes own rooms. For all their luxury, Aaron couldnt help but feel they were just a more spacious rendition of the lieutenants quarters. Spare uniforms, swords, and books: thats what the room boiled down to, at its heart. Lochlann helped the prince into his armor. Tunic, chain mail; breast and back plates; bracers, greaves; bits and pieces that Aaron didnt even know the names for. Sword. Helmet.

Aaron suppressed a shudder as the prince disappeared, replaced by this anonymous heap of steel. Hed seen men in full suits of armor before; it had never been a happy occasion. Armor had a way of rubbing against itself, metal on metal, that echoed in the caves. Armor was terrifyingly effective against opponents wearing none. Aaron hadnt been in many fights, but hed been hiding from rat hunts all his life.

What now? Aaron asked.

Now? Orin looked at him through his open visor. Now, we fight.

The crown prince strode back into the hallway, already issuing orders in a voice used to being heard over the sounds of battle.

Lochlann came up to Aarons side. For a moment, he simply stood.

Say it, Aaron said.

Markus, the lieutenants voice was a careful study in just how loudly one could shout while whispering. He thinks youre Markus bloody Sung? The dukes son?

Aaron kept his eyes on the prince, out in the hallway.

He thinks youre Markus bloody Sung, and he still trusts you at his back. The lieutenant stared at him. A long, considering stare. Have you considered dying in this fight? It would probably work out better for you, in the long run.

Thank you for the advice, Aaron politely replied. Are you finished?

For now, the lieutenant conceded.

Together, they stepped out to join the prince.