Authors: Ben Cassidy
Tomas glanced around. “I’m not sure. There was a crowd when I went to book us passage, but this is definitely getting worse.”
“Here now,” said a burly militiaman with a large red beard and a coonskin cap on his head. “Let’s keep this moving.” He waved forward a small group of weary-looking women who were shivering and dripping with rain. “Don’t put those geese
there
, for Eru’s sake. This isn’t a barn.”
Tomas stepped up to the man. “Excuse me. What’s going on here?”
The burly militiaman hefted a matchlock musket, unlit and probably unloaded in the heavy rainfall. “Chaos, that’s what’s going on. You can wait in line like everyone else.”
Tomas blinked. “Wait in line for what?”
The militiaman looked over at him. “To get on a ship, of course.”
Tomas turned quickly.
More people were streaming down the side of the hill from the town above. A line of cows and horses were intermingled with them. Most were weighed down with baggage and luggage of all descriptions, including mattresses and large pieces of furniture.
Kendril frowned. “They’re
running
.”
“Of course they’re running,” the burly militiaman growled. “Haven’t you heard? The Jombards are striking east of the Wall. They’ve started burning the outlying farms and even a couple of the villages. The mayor’s ordered all able-bodied men to stand for defense of Redemption.”
Tomas leaned his head in close to Kendril. “They’re attacking
early
,” he whispered.
“Speaking of which,” the militiaman thundered, “where do you think you’re going?” He stuck a large finger at Tomas. “Your friend there might be hurt, but you look healthy enough to me to bear arms.”
“We’re not from here,” Tomas said quickly. “Just visiting.”
“Oh, I see,” the militiaman shot back. “These folk here have families and have lost homes. But you can just scurry back to the mainland to your nice, safe little—” His eyes fell on Kendril and he stopped mid-sentence.
Kendril quickly looked away.
The militiaman straightened suddenly. “Great Eru. Great Eru in Pelos. It can’t be.”
Tomas looked at Kendril, then back at the militiaman. “Can’t be what? What are you talking about?”
Kendril started to limp away, back towards the shack.
The militiaman pushed a startled farmer aside. He caught up with Kendril and tore down the Ghostwalker’s hood.
Kendril whirled his head around in anger.
“It’s
you
,” the militiaman whispered. “I thought you were dead.”
“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Kendril said. His eyes darted around furtively.
A crowd started to form around them on the dockside. Voices murmured and fingers began to point.
“Great,” Tomas said. “I told you someone might recognize you, Kendril. Are you happy now?”
“Sir,” the militiaman said, “don’t you recognize me? It’s Beckett. Corporal Beckett. I served under you in the Wars, I did.”
Tomas gave Kendril a confused glance. “Served
under
you? I thought you were an armor-bearer?”
Beckett gave a roaring laugh. “Armor-bearer? That’s a good one.” He turned to the crowd, and waved more people in. “He’s back! He’s finally returned. In our darkest hour the Hammer of the Jombards is here!” Beckett raised himself up, and saluted Kendril sharply. “Welcome home, Lord Ravenbrook.”
For thrilling action adventure set in the “sword and planet” setting of the Two Rings, check out these collections of novellas, also by Ben Cassidy:
Daughter of Llathe: A Tale of the Two Rings
Tales of the Two Rings: Volume 1
Tales of the Two Rings: Volume 2
About the Author:
Ben Cassidy lives in Vancouver, WA, with his wife and three children. He pursued graduate studies in history for several years until he decided that reading six scholarly books a week was not challenging enough for him, and so switched to being a stay-at-home dad. He has been writing since he was in third grade, though now he is able to bribe other people to do the illustrating for him. He has the uncanny habit of writing of himself in the third person, and is disturbed by how easily his whole life can be summed up
in four sentences. Or even five.
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Continued in Book Six of the Chronicles of Zanthora:
Redemption
Coming Soon
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