Retribution Falls - Chris Wooding [162]
“Your Grace!” Thade snapped, seeing the panic on his companion’s face. “Calm yourself!”
“I’m requesting the pleasure of your company on the Archduke’s behalf,” Drave insisted steadily. “You won’t be locked up. We just need to be sure you aren’t going anywhere. If these allegations are groundless, you’ve nothing to fear.”
“Nothing to fear?” he screeched. “I’m a duke! Spit and blood, I’m a duke of Vardia! You can’t treat me like this in my own house!” He hesitated, gaping, as if shocked by the enormity of what he was about to do. Then he turned to his captain of the guard and shouted, “Seize them! Arrest those Knights!”
Chaos erupted in the courtyard. The militia surged in on the Knights. Samandra Bree’s shotguns bellowed, and two men flew backward in a cloud of blood. Colden Grudge swung his axes, severing limbs and fingers. Kedmund Drave moved faster than his bulk and armor suggested he could, slipping out of the grasp of two soldiers, coming up with pistols blazing. In seconds, the space in front of Frey’s makeshift gallows became a battlefield, as the militia tried to overwhelm the Century Knights and the Knights retaliated with lethal force.
The executioner was standing agape. Frey turned to him, holding out his hands.
“Cut the ropes!” he said. It was addressed to the cutlass rather than to the man holding it.
The blade moved of its own accord, slashing through the air and dividing the rope between Frey’s wrists. As soon as Frey’s hands were free, the cutlass somersaulted from the executioner’s hands and into his. An instant later, Frey had the tip at the confused executioner’s throat. The man’s eyes bulged in incomprehension. Frey delivered a good, solid kick square between the legs. The executioner’s eyes bulged even further as he sank gently to the ground.
Pinn was cheering from inside the cage. Crake shouted at Frey and pointed. “Dracken’s running!” he cried.
Frey looked. The mêlée in the courtyard had become fiercer. The Knights were many times outnumbered, but they still wouldn’t go down. Several bloodied bodies lay on the ground. The militia had given up trying to seize anyone and was just trying to kill them now, but their rifles were unwieldy in such close quarters. Some had reverted to pistols and knives. The Knights slipped between the bullets and blades with practiced savagery, and their opponents couldn’t lay a hand on them.
Beyond it all, Frey could see Trinica Dracken. She was fleeing toward the door that led into the barracks building, away from the courtyard. Duke Grephen was backing away from the knot of men struggling with the Knights. He looked dazed, startled by the carnage he’d unleashed. Inadvertently, he strayed too close to the cage where the Ketty Jay’s crew was imprisoned, and Malvery reached out and grabbed him with his thick arms, hugging him close to the bars.
“I’ve got this one, Cap’n!” Malvery yelled, as Frey launched off the platform in pursuit of Trinica. He sprinted across the courtyard as she disappeared through the door. From the corner of his eye, he saw Gallian Thade running for the same door. The aristocrat had obviously decided that Trinica had the right idea and had abandoned his duke in favor of a quick escape.
The two of them raced across the courtyard, and for a moment it looked as if they’d reach their destination at the same time. But then Frey saw Kedmund Drave raise his pistol and fire through the press of bodies that surrounded him. Thade’s sprint became a stumble, tripping forward under his own momentum. His face went slack, and he crashed to the ground in a heap of dust, his fine jacket holed and stained with blood.
Frey ran on, fearing a bullet in his own back at any moment, but Drave was too busy saving himself to spare more than a split second to deal with anyone else. Pinn and Malvery cheered him on as he flew through the open doorway, out of the courtyard, and into the cool stone corridors of the barracks.
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