Aela (24 page)

Croan immediately thought that he may be granted a wonderful reward of riches for supplying this information to Arterus. He quickly ran towards the headquarters of the army, muttering, ‘At last I may gain some recognition and be useful to the commander and his lieutenants.'

On reaching his goal, Croan tried to enter the building, but was immediately stopped by two guards, who blocked his pathway with crossed spears.

‘Let me in! Let me in! I need to see the Commander, as I have some important information to give him.'

The two guards looked at each other, as all they could see was a scruffy looking, agitated person, with darting, furtive eyes, who was waving his arms in an ungainly fashion.

Neither of the guards were impressed and one of them exclaimed, ‘Get out of our sight you filthy vagabond! Our Commander doesn't want to see you. You look disgustingly dirty and you have a suspicious looking face. I don't think I would believe your information, even if you were my mother!'

Croan at this stage was really frustrated, and continued to shout, ‘Let me get in, you underlings! I have some important news for the Commander Arterus.'

The two guards looked at each other for a moment, then without a word, they faced Croan, pointing their spears straight at his heart, as he was standing in front of them.

‘Get out of our sight you villain, before I run you through with this spear,' said one of the guards.

Croan saw that the guards meant business so he made a hasty retreat down the alley from whence he had come.

As he was running, he inadvertently tripped over Rom's legs that were sticking out, as Rom was half-lying on the flagstones, with his back against the wall. Croan tumbled onto the stones, at the same time cursing at the top of his voice. Rom sprang up and unsheathed his sword.

‘Who are you? You dirty scoundrel,' as he pointed his sword at Croan's throat.

‘Don't kill me' gasped Croan. I have some important information for the Commander, but he won't see me.'

Then Rom, recognising Croan's voice, bent down, looking at him. ‘Ho, ho. What do we have here? The worst traitor in the world, Croan!'

At these words, Croan stopped squirming and looked up to see that he was staring straight into the face of Rom. He was quite surprised, but at the same time, he was also secretly pleased he had discovered Rom.

Croan thought that the gods were truly smiling on him, that he would receive the golden award of recognition, he was craving.

‘I know who you are, you are Rom!' cried Croan in triumph.

‘Well, what of it?' Rom testily replied. ‘You cannot be trusted and I think the world would be a better place if I kill you now. Nobody will miss you.'

Croan looked really terrified. ‘No, no, don't do that, because I can help to you. I know of a secret tunnel, that lies beneath the Temple where you can hide in safety. If you walk along this passage it leads you underneath the mountain to a path on the other side, where you can escape.'

‘I don't believe a word you are saying,' hissed Rom. ‘You are always lying about something or other.'

‘You have to believe me! I will take you now to the entrance of the secret passage,' blurted out Croan, desperately hanging onto Rom's leg.

‘Let go of me, you whining idiot!' yelled Rom, and at the same time he tried to shake Croan off.

‘Rom, wait a moment. Let's listen and not close our ears to him,' stated Aela in soft tones. ‘He might know something after all.'

‘Yes, yes,' exclaimed Croan eagerly. ‘You are a clever lady. I am telling you the truth. I will take you both there now, as I want to escape as well. Brude and his massive army will sack the Temple and I don't think he is going to spare many lives, I am not ready to die just yet.' Croan gave out a nervous laugh.

Rom paused a moment, as he looked straight at Croan intently, as if he was trying to read Croan's thoughts, through his eyes.

Croan blinked his eyes and lowered his head, breathing heavily, as if he was waiting for Rom's sword to pass through his heart at any instant.

‘All right your life is spared, but if you double cross me at any time, I will show you no mercy,' exclaimed Rom, at the same time kicking his leg in a vain attempt to shake off Croan's grip, who continued to grasp his leg desperately with both hands.

‘Come Croan, Rom has agreed to spare your life, so let go of his leg.' Aela quietly said.

With this reassurance, Croan released his tight grip on Rom's leg. ‘Thank goodness for that, my leg was beginning to ache with Croan's hands gripped around it. Take us immediately to the entrance of the secret passage, so we can escape to safety,' ordered Rom.

Without a word Croan very quickly walked down the alleyway and both Aela and Rom had a lot of difficulty keeping up with him. Very soon they were at the front entrance of a small Temple, which was illuminated with two large torches attached to the two main columns at the front entrance.

The flames from the torches spluttered in the evening breeze. There were no sentries standing guard in front of the tall pillars or on the steps, which struck Rom at the time as being unusual. But he had no time to think about this anomaly as Croan quickly disappeared into the gloom of the main hall of the Temple.

‘Come quickly Aela, we must not lose sight of Croan. He is our only chance of escaping.'

Aela needed no prompting from Rom, even though she was feeling tired from all the running along the lane. Somehow she found another reserve of energy within her body and leapt after Rom, as he dived into the sinister darkness of the main area of the building.

Neatly positioned in regular niches, were a number of flickering torches all around the walls, giving off a fitful light, providing the impression of a number of dancing figures contorting into weird shapes, cavorting along the surrounding walls of the temple. Aela took one look at these patterns and shuddered, making sure she was even closer to Rom, as they ran through the immense chamber, trying to find out which way Croan had gone.

She called, ‘Rom, he is disappearing through that big black hole at the far end,' she frantically pointed with her finger. At the same time she grabbed Rom's arm and shook it vigorously. Rom needed no further prompting, as he leapt forward with his sword unsheathed and pointed the tip of the sword in that direction.

As they ran closer, they could see Croan reach out one hand and touch the wall. A grinding sound could be heard, as though stone on stone was in collision with each other. Then Croan completely disappeared into a black void, with Aela and Rom tumbling after him.

Rom could hear Croan heavily breathing with quick blasts spitting out of his mouth, just in front of him. Also Croan let out loud oaths, whenever his body or head accidentally hit the roof or rough side walls of the tunnel, as he clumsily lumbered along. Both Rom and Aela were following very closely behind Croan and they too came in painful contact with the tunnel walls and the low roof in the pitch darkness. The air was also musty and foul smelling and all three found themselves spluttering and coughing.

It appeared like an eternity as time passed, all were at breaking point in their physical endurance, when Croan gave a triumphant cry, ‘I am through,' then disappeared from sight altogether.

Rom and Aela tumbled over each other and ended up on top of Croan.

‘Get off, you are killing me,' yelled Croan in despair.

‘All right, all right, stop moaning Croan. The way you are carrying on, you would think that I was killing you right now,' loudly complained Rom.

Slowly the trio unravelled themselves from each other and inspected themselves carefully for any major injuries on their person. Satisfied none of them had any broken bones, other than a few minor cuts and bruises and that they were not seriously injured. They all got to their feet together and looked around to see where they were located.

The pale pink, blush-golden glow was discernable on the distant horizon, as the half oval shape of the sun peeped from the shadow of the night. A new day would soon be dawning, bringing life and hope for everyone who was alive on this mother earth. ‘Let us rest for awhile,' suggested Aela. Without a word the three dropped quickly on the ground, stretched their weary limbs and at the same time tried to breath into their lungs as much air as possible.

Back at the Temple of the Sun, Brude's foot soldiers set up a steady trotting pace down the incline, then without any orders from their officers they then broke into a wild run, yelling at the top of their voices.

‘Kill! Kill! Death to the bastards!' and other curses that were lost in the thundering noise of the hooves from the horses of the cavalry, as their riders urged them on in front of the foot soldiers.

The horses sensing the excitement of the impending battle, flared their nostrils, letting out basic, whinnying shrieks of terror from their gaping mouths. First arching their necks, then lowering them, the horses en masse, broke into a mad uncontrolled gallop. Kicking further dust into the air, they streaked towards the Bronze Gates, with their riders leaning forward, lying low over the necks of their animals.

At the Bronze Gates, the sentries were desperately trying to close the mighty doors and at the same time attempting to stop the constant flow of terrified refugees, hell bent in getting to safety, inside the fortress walls.

Finally, the gates started to close with much grinding of wheels and counter weights, as the gap began to close. There was a loud clanging noise, as the two sides of the gate connected with each other and for a brief time there was silence. A rousing cheer was heard, from the relieved people who had made it to the sanctuary.

However this was short lived as there were scuttling sounds on the outside the fortified wall, then helmeted heads appeared at the top of the gates and the walls, with many pairs of blazing eyes staring down at the inhabitants below. Before anyone realised what was happening, Brude's men had scrambled down the chains they that had thrown down to the flagstones of the main court yard.

Once the men had scrambled down the chains and their feet had hit the ground, they ran towards the big gates and some of the men then climbed up so they could then start the mechanism to open the big gates. As soon as there was a reasonable gap in the Bronze Gates, Brude and his men galloped through on their horses and started to hack down their enemy with their swords that were in close proximity to the cavalry.

Some men fell silently and others screamed in pain with blood gushing out of their wounds. The skirmish was over very quickly and Brude ordered his men to further advance down the street, towards the main Temple. He was impatient to hold the Sacred Sword in his grasp and then he knew he would truly be master of all the lands and people around him.

Brude, riding on his horse with his cavalry of riders and horses, was soon at the main entrance of the Temple, but there was no one guarding it. He slipped off his horse quickly and leapt up the steps and advanced through the main hallway, with his officers on foot closely following him.

The place was completely empty. Without hesitation, he ran into the inner sanctum and there above him was the Sacred Sword suspended in the air by a golden chain. Brude could see a lever situated directly behind the Sword, so he strode over, grasping it with both hands and slowly pulled it towards himself. There was a grinding sound and the Sword slowly descended towards him. It was soon, within his reach, Brude grasped it in both hands and swung it above his head in triumph.

‘Where are the priests who can teach me the Sword's magical powers?'

There was silence amongst his men, Brude looked around impatiently. ‘Go and find someone now!' he shrieked.

Instantly there was immediate action, as his officers sent out men to find someone who had the knowledge that Brude was demanding. But all the priests had disappeared, leaving Brude to brood over his dilemma.

Then someone suggested that Tua, as priestess of the Temple, might know something. Tua was brought before Brude, who ordered her to tell him, whether she knew the secret of the Sword's magical powers.

‘I do not know myself the magical incantations, but first you have to have the true Sword. This is only a replica that Juno had made by his artisans, when Rom confiscated the true Sword.'

This was an unexpected revelation to him. Brude was extremely disappointed by this news. ‘Are you absolutely certain that Rom has taken the true Sword?' stated Brude testily.

‘Yes, I am sure of this, as Juno told me this and swore me to secrecy. He did not want to tell his people, that he no longer had the true Sacred Sword.'

Brude paused for a moment. ‘Then why are you telling me this now, Tua?'

‘It is to my advantage to let you know the secret now,' coolly Tua replied.

‘I would send your scouts out now and offer a rich reward for Rom's capture. Better still, I would double the reward and see if you can also capture Aela as well. Then you are assured, Rom will reveal where he has hidden the Sword.'

‘What will you get out of it for yourself, Tua?' asked Brude slyly.

‘You will reward me by bestowing on me the title of Chief High Priestess of the Temple of the Sun, as well as gold and jewellery,' Tua replied.

‘Well, you are certainly very sure of yourself!' Brude answered. He then shouted, ‘Guards, send for my officers so they can organise the scouts to start scouring the countryside for Rom and Aela!'

Tua was very satisfied with herself, as she quickly left Brude's presence, she was very sure, she would be richly rewarded for her information.

In the meantime, Rom and Aela were arguing with each other about what would be their next strategy to take, as neither wanted to be captured again.

‘Let us go back to our people with the Sacred Sword!' exclaimed Aela.

At this information Croan pricked up his ears and slowly moved closer to the couple, in order to find out more.