Shades of the Past_ Book Six of the Morcyth Saga - Brian S. Pratt [42]
Twenty catapults and ten long bridges sit at the rear of the encampment. Each of the bridges has a protective covering built over them that will shield the attackers from any arrows fired from the walls by the defenders. The top of the covering is reinforced with leather that looks as if it may have been treated to withstand fire.
When they’ve ridden as close as they dare, Delia and the slingers dismount from their horses as well as Errin and Aleya. Ten of Ceadric’s men, those who had brought bows, dismount as well. Ceadric and the rest wait there with the horses. Should problems arise, they’ll come quickly to the rescue.
Campfires dot the area around the catapults, giving Delia and her group ample light for targeting. From behind her, she hears Moyil quip, “Nice to light the area for us.”
“You know it,” answers Terrance.
“Quiet! Both of you!” she whispers firmly.
If it was broad daylight there would be no way in which they could possibly get away with this. No cover with which to speak of, all of the trees in the area have been cut down either for the palisade wall or the soldier’s campfires. They feel rather exposed there in the moonlight, and if the soldier’s attention wasn’t riveted on the events transpiring by the main encampment, they most likely would have already been discovered.
They make their way quickly and quietly toward the siege equipment, stepping lightly to remain unheard. As shadows in the night, they close the distance until they are within range of their slings. Delia brings them to a halt and gathers them in a close huddle as she talks to them. Ceadric’s archers keep watch around them.
She takes out one of the glass spheres contained within her pack and holds it up before them. “These are filled with oil,” she explains. “Hit each of the catapults with three.” Then glancing to Aleya and Errin she says, “Once they’re covered in oil, light those arrows James gave you and set the oil afire.”
They nod their heads in understanding.
“Start with the bridges,” she says. “Just as we practiced, space yourselves and begin with the one at the far right and work to the left. Be quick, we won’t have much time.” When she sees they understand her, she says, “Get in position.” Then she moves to Hedry, the man in charge of the archers. “You ready?” she asks.
In the moonlight, she can see him give her a grin as he says, “Whenever you are.”
Turning back to her slingers, she sees they’ve already moved into position with a gap of five feet between them. Each slinger’s sack containing the glass oil bombs as James calls them sits before them on the ground. Coming up behind Terrance, she lays her hand on his shoulder and says, “Take your time and aim for the center. They’re big, so if you’re off a little, you should still be able to hit it.”
Terrance glances over his shoulder and says, “I hope so.”
Behind them, three of Hedry’s men place their shields together upright on the ground to form a small wall. Behind that wall, one of Hedry’s men gets a fire going. Next to it, Aleya and Errin remove the specially prepared arrows and place them on the ground next to them. After a moment, a small glow can be seen coming from behind the shields, the majority of the light is being blocked.
Seeing that all is in readiness, she whispers, “Ready!” Taking an oil bomb out of the sack before her, she sets it into the cup of her sling. “Fire at will,” she says and then begins to twirl her sling over her head. Beside her up and down the line, the others take an oil bomb and set it in their sling.
Hedry’s men take position behind the slingers, alert for any enemy soldier that may be in the area. When Hedry was told what they planned to do, he thought it was madness. Surely the catapults and bridges would have guards and scouts in the area in case Madoc’s forces tried just this sort of maneuver. Illan had told him the likelihood of there being enemy sentries behind their lines would be remote. The part of