Feathered Dragon - Douglas Niles [102]
“No!” Hal sat upright, his voice taut. “I want no part of kings or armies when we are done with this. I want a place to live with my wife, to raise our child. That is all”
Lotil lapsed into silence then, his sightless eyes passing around the group in the glade. His fingers, tireless and unerring, continued to work their pluma.
From the chronicles of Coton:
On the joyful journey toward a meeting with the One True God
Our numbers grow steadily, it seems, and I sense the hand of the god in our strength. We are joined now by the warriors of Tulom-Itzi and the brave Gultec. The Itza grieve for their lost chieftain, but we hear the tale of his passing with many songs. Zochimaloc has died a hero of legend, and in his passing, he has destroyed those who would destroy his people.
He was a man of pluma, tills Zochimaloc, and he had the power to reach the Plumed One himself. It was this power that purchased victory for his people, and it is this same power that gives me the hope and the proof that Qotal is indeed near. He awaits, I’m certain, only the successful conclusion of our quest toward Twin Visages.
And now the Jaguar Knight brings his warriors, a thousand stalwart bowmen, into league with us. While the rest of his people return to their great city, this legion of warriors falls into file with our desert dwarves and the Little Men.
Now we form a great host. Halloran is our commander, and Erixitl is our leader. Even I, peaceful old cleric that I am, feel the martial splendor of our might.
I believe that nothing can stand in our path.
CONFRONTATION AT HELMSPORT
Cordell scrutinized the banner fluttering from the pole above Helmsport before turning to Chical with a muttered curse. The two men lay in the low concealment of a patch of brush on a flat, low rise in the wide savannah. “That’s the symbol of Don Vaez,” the captain-general informed his Maztican ally.
“You know this captain, then?” inquired the Eagle Knight.
“An old rival,” Cordell explained. “We fought as allies in the Pirate Wars, but he was never one I would have turned my back on. He’s always been jealous of the successes of others. I’m sure he leaped at the opportunity to come after me, though how he won the appointment is beyond me. There are many other, far worthier, mercenary captains along the Sword Coast.”
“His presence here… does it aggravate our problems?”
“I’m certain he’s not here to help-not to help me, in any event. This will require some careful planning. On the other hand, he’s not the best-loved officer ever to lead his men to war, and this fact may work to our advantage.”
The fifteen riders and twenty eagles had completed the long journey from the desert site of Tukan to the Payit city of Ulatos after weeks of hard riding-or flying, in the case of the Maztican warriors. Now the rest of the band of travelers remained behind, hidden in the jungle some distance back from the savannah, while Cordell and Chical had wormed their way forward to study both the city and the earthen fortress on the coast.
The dark walls of the rampart enclosed a large courtyard, protecting it against approach from three sides, while the fourth, to the north, abutted against the shore. The walls
sloped steeply upward to a platform around the top, but not so steeply that they could not have been climbed.
Beyond Helmsport, Cordell saw the masts of the ships, twenty-five in number, that had carried the new expedition to the shores of Maztica. A sizable herd of horses grazed on the flat, grassy savannah between the fort and the city. Sunlight glinted from the steel armor of many sentries who walked the ramparts of the fortress.
“Carracks… a good fleet,” the captain-general muttered absently. “Mostly bigger ships than the carracks and smaller caravels that brought my legion over here.”
“Enough to bring your legionnaires and the Kultakans here?” Chical inquired. Those troops should have reached the coast by now and made semi-permanent camp there. The next step in their utilization could