City of Ruin - Mark Charan Newton [77]
According to garuda reports, the most likely method of attack would be a sea landing directly into Villiren’s harbour – since the enemy was lining up directly opposite. Punctuating the shoreline for miles in either direction, he’d stationed small units to keep watch.
A knock on the open door and Brynd glanced up.
Nelum Valore stood before him, a lieutenant of the Night Guard. One of Brynd’s closest comrades, they’d long served alongside each other and in the field, getting to know each other by instinct. His wide-muscled figure suggested someone who relied upon his strength to get by, but Brynd had instead come to value the man’s ferocious intelligence, his keen eye for logic, his knack of looking through the gaps in the world he confronted. Nelum’s swarthy figure seemed to add to the mysterious aura he gave off whenever he retreated into his mind during deep contemplation. In such uncertain times Brynd felt that Nelum should be ranked at the top of any command structures.
‘Sir, the Okun.’
‘What about them?’
The Okun had been captured on Tineag’l several weeks ago, in a small-scale skirmish that had led to the death of his friend and comrade, Apium, but ever since they had been in Villiren, they had proved unresponsive, locked away in darkness while remaining seemingly dormant.
‘They’re up and alert now.’
‘How did they wake?’ Brynd asked.
‘They were moved into a different cell yesterday,’ Nelum replied. ‘One with more light. They’d been showing marginal reaction to torchlight, so we suggested they might have preferences. And guess what? They appeared to react after being exposed to daylight, slowly coming to life. They even began to bleed again from their wounds. They’re still locked up now, the two of them.’
‘Right, I’ll come.’ Brynd grabbed his sabre and followed the lieutenant from the room.
*
Brynd entered the metal-lined holding cell, with Nelum and guardtepping in behind him. He pulled his sabre free, uncertain of whaight happen – fearful, if he was honest, because he had no idea whao expect.
They were still lying there, on the floor, massive and alien. Both creatures’ flesh pulsated under their shells, slick juices seeping out of their skin, the black fluid pooling near his feet. The stench of them was rancid and more intense than ever.
Two pairs of eyes opened and he lurched backwards.
In that instant, Nelum and the guards were gripping their swords in readiness, but Brynd cautioned them to hold back. The Okun would most likely feel threatened in a new world, imprisoned like this, and they could prove more dangerous if undue pressure was applied to them.
Nelum leaned over towards Brynd and he asked earnestly, ‘Your thoughts, commander?’
‘Your guess is as good as mine. They’re definitely alive, which is good. As long as they’re alive we can examine them, and study them, for points of weakness to exploit in combat. Surely this must be our best chance of understanding the enemy? I mean to say, if a victory is possible, it might come from such a careful study. And perhaps they can offer more clues as to the nature of Earth – it’s clear we’re learning more and more about the Boreal Archipelago as time goes on. Apparently they came through some gate, from some other world. So much clearly exists that we don’t understand.’
‘Other worlds . . . perhaps, perhaps.’ Nelum nodded, looking down as his mind began to sift for a theory. ‘But I’d suggest they’re closer to us, to our world that is, than we first thought. We know they’re bipedal and – look – they have two compound eyes, and a structure much like other life forms that can be found on most shores under the same red sun as ourselves. Hypothetically, in another world with other landscapes and alternative biological