Fire - Kristin Cashore [146]
‘Yes,’ Nash said. ‘The meeting is a trap. But what are we to do, Brigan? You know what the cost of this battle will be, and our enemy claims to put forth an alternative. Are we to refuse to consider it?’
THE MEETING TOOK place on the plain of rock that stretched between both camps. The sun rose on Lord Mydogg, Lady Murgda’s Pikkian husband, Brigan, and Nash, making long shadows that shifted in a gloss of water. Some distance behind Mydogg and his brother-in-law a small guard of bowmen stood at attention, arrows drawn and notched. Behind Brigan and Nash a guard of bowmen did the same, the symmetry disturbed by Fire’s presence, with six of her own guard, in a group behind Brigan’s. Mydogg, the brother-in-law, Brigan, and Nash stood close together. This was intentional. Each was protected from his enemy’s bowmen by his enemy.
Fire reached an arm to Musa on one side and Neel on the other, for she was concentrating so fiercely that she didn’t trust the balance of her feet. She didn’t know what Mydogg was planning; she couldn’t find it in Mydogg or any of his men. But she could feel, as certain as fingers wound tight around her throat, that things on this plain of rock were not as they should be.
She was too far back to hear Brigan’s quiet voice, but Brigan sent her every word. ‘All right,’ he said. ‘You’ve got us out here. What do you want?’
Behind Fire, too far for Mydogg to see but not too far for Fire to feel, the King’s Army stood mounted in position, ready to strike at the slightest message from Fire. The horses of the commander and the king were with them.
‘I’d like to make a deal,’ Mydogg said, his voice high and clear. His mind tough and impenetrable. He shifted slightly, intentionally, catching sight of Fire through the barrier of guards. His eyes narrowed on her shrewdly. Impressed and unimpressed together, and in those hard eyes, Fire could read nothing of why they were here.
Behind Lord Mydogg, too distant for Brigan to see, but definitely not too distant for Fire to feel and communicate to Brigan, Mydogg’s army also stood ready. Lady Murgda at the head of it, which was to Fire’s quiet astonishment. Fire didn’t know how pregnant Murgda had been on the day of the January gala, but assuredly she was three more months pregnant now.
‘Well then,’ Brigan said, ‘what deal? Out with it.’
Mydogg’s steel eyes cut again to Fire. ‘Give us the monster,’ he said, ‘and we’ll surrender our position.’
It’s a lie, Fire thought to Brigan. He’s made it up this moment. He wants me - certainly he’d take me if you offered - but it’s not why we’re here.
Then why are we here? Can you sense anything unusual in the position of his army? What about the guard standing behind him?
Fire gripped Musa harder with her half-dead hand and leaned more heavily on Neel. I don’t know. His army seems prepared for a straightforward attack. But I can’t get into Murgda’s head, so I can’t know for sure. His guard has no intention to strike unless you or Nash make a move. I can’t find what’s wrong here, Brigan, but, oh, something is wrong. I feel it. Put an end to this before we learn what it is.
‘No deal,’ Brigan said. ‘The lady is not a bargaining piece. Tell your archers to stand down. This meeting is over.’
Mydogg raised his eyebrows sleekly and nodded. ‘Stand down,’ he called to his guard of archers, and as Mydogg’s archers disengaged, Fire’s body clamoured with panic to find all of them so accommodating. Something was so terribly wrong here. Brigan put his hand out sideways, the signal for his own archers to disengage; and suddenly, Fire screamed with an anguish that tore through her but that she didn’t know the reason for. Her cry rang out, eerie and solitary, and one of Brigan’s archers shot an arrow into Nash’s back.
Pandemonium. The traitorous archer was struck down by his companions, and his second arrow, surely meant for Brigan, flew wide, striking one of Mydogg’s guards. Brigan spun fiercely between Mydogg and the brother-in-law, the blade of his sword on fire