Chapter 26 Mustang #2
“How the slag did those pricks pass the test?” I ask loudly. “They’ve given our castle away.”
“If we get back, I’m going to drown them in their own piss,” Cassius replies even louder. “Except for Antonia. She’s too pretty for that.”
Our teeth chatter.
The eighteen raiders think House Mars is stupid, horseless, and unprepared.
“Reaper, Handsome, I must leave you now!” Mustang calls to us. “Try not to drown before I return with your standard. You can be my pretty bodyguards. And you can have matching hats! But we’ll have to teach you to think better!”
She gallops away with fifteen riders, the huge Gold reining his horse in beside hers like some sort of colossal shadow. Her followers whoop as they ride. She also leaves us company. Two horsemen with stunpikes. Our farming tools lie in the mud on the shore.
“M-mustang is a s-sexp-p-pot,” Cassius manages to shiver out.
“She’s s-s-scary.”
“R-r-reminds m-m-me of my m-mother.”
“S-s-something is wrong w-with y-ou.”
He nods in agreement. “So … the p-plan is sort of w-w-working.”
If we can get out of the loch without being captured.
Night falls in earnest, and with the darkness come the howls of the wolves in the misty highlands.
We begin to sink as our durobags leak air from small stress holes.
We might have had a chance to slink away in the night, but the remaining Minervans are not lazily sitting around a fire.
They stalk through the darkness so that we never even know where they are.
Why can’t they be stupidly sitting in their castle infighting like our fellows?
I’m going to be a slave again. Maybe not a real slave, but it doesn’t matter.
I won’t lose. I cannot lose. Eo will have died for nothing if I let myself sink here, if I let my plan fail.
Yet I do not know how to beat my enemies.
They are clever and the odds are stacked heavily against me.
Eo’s dream sinks with me into the darkness of the loch, and I’m about to swim to shore, regardless the outcome, when something spooks the horses.
Then a scream slices across the water.
Fear trickles down my spine as something howls.
It is not a wolf. It can’t be what I think it is.
Blue light flashes as a stunpike flails in the air.
The boy screams another curse. A knife got him.
Someone runs to his aid and electricity flares blue again.
I see a black wolf standing over one body as another falls.
Darkness again. Silence, then the mournful whine of medBots descending from Olympus.
I hear a familiar voice.
“Clear now. Come out of the water, fishies.”
We paddle to shore and pant in the mud. Mild hypothermia has set in. It won’t kill us but my fingers are still slow as mud squishes between them. My body shakes like a drillBoy at work.
“Goblin, you psychopath. Is that you?” I call.
The fourth tribe slides out of the darkness. He’s wearing the pelt of the wolf he killed. It covers his head to his shins. Damn small kid. The gold of his black fatigues is coated in mud. So’s his face.
Cassius crawls from his knees to clasp Sevro in a hug. “Oh, y-you are b-beautiful, Goblin. B-beautiful, beautiful b-b-oy. And smelly.”
“He been nibbling on mushrooms?” Goblin asks over Cassius’s shoulders. “Stop touching me, you Pixie.” He pushes Cassius away, looking embarrassed.
“Did you k-kill these t-two?” I ask, shivering. I bend over them and take off their dry clothing to exchange for my own. I feel pulses.
“No.” Sevro cocks his head at me. “Should I have?”
“W-w-why are you asking m-me like I’m your P-praetor?” I laugh. “You know what’s what.”
Sevro shrugs. “You’re like me.” He looks at Cassius with disdain. “And somehow still like him. So, should I kill them?” he asks casually.
Cassius and I share startled glances.
“N-n-no,” we agree just as the medBots arrive to take the Minervans away. He hurt them badly enough to end their time in the game.
“So what, p-p-pray tell, are you doing w-w-wandering ab-b-bout in a wolfsk-k-kin all the way out h-here?” Cassius asks.
“Roque said you lot would be out east,” Sevro replies curtly. “Plan is still a go, says he.”
“Hav-v-ve the Minervans arrived at the castle?” I ask.
Sevro spits in the grass. The twin moons cast eerie shadows over his dark face.
“How the piss should I know? They passed me on the way. But you have no leverage, you know. It is a dead-end plan.” Is Sevro actually helping us?
Of course his help begins with listing out our inadequacies.
“If the Minervans get to the keep, they will destroy Titus and take our territory.”
“Yes. That is the point,” I say.
“They will also take our standard—”
“That’s a r-risk we have to take.”
“—so I stole the standard from the keep and buried it in the woods.”
I should have thought of that.
“You just stole it. Just like that.” Cassius starts laughing. “Crazy little sod. You’re prime mad. One hundredth pick. Prime mad.”
Sevro looks annoyed. Pleased. But annoyed. “Even then, we cannot guarantee they leave our territory.”
“Your sug-g-g-gestion?” I ask, still shivering but impatient. He could have helped us before.
“Get leverage to get them out after they do their job of taking Titus down, obviously.”
“Yes. Y-yes. I get it.” I shake off the last of my shivers. “But how?”
Sevro shrugs. “We’ll take Minerva’s standard.”
“W-wait,” Cassius says. “You know how to do that?”
Sevro snorts. “What do you think I’ve been doing this whole time, you silky turd? Wanking off in the bushes?”
Cassius and I look at each other.
“Kind of,” I say.
“Yeah, actually,” Cassius agrees.
We ride the Minervan horses east of the highlands.
I’m not a sound equestrian. Of course Cassius is, so I learn to clutch his bruised ribs very well.
Our faces are painted with mud. It will look like shadow in the night, so they will see our horses, our pikes, our sigils, and will think us their own.
The Minervan castle lies in rolling country quilted with wildflowers and olive trees.
The moons glimmer bright over the pitching landscape.
Owls hoot in the gnarled branches above.
As we reach their sprawling sandstone fortress, a voice challenges us from the rampart above the gate.
Sevro is not very presentable in his wolfcloak, so he guards the escape.
“We found Mars,” I call up. “Oy! Open the damn gate.”
“Password,” the sentry demands lazily from the battlements.
“Bosombutthead!” I shout up. Sevro heard it last time he was here.
“Prime. Where’s Virginia and the raiders?” the sentry calls down.
Mustang?
“Took their standard, man! The pissers didn’t even have horses. We might still manage to take the castle!”
The sentry bites.
“Prime news! Virginia is a devil. June’s made supper. Fetch some in the kitchen and then join me, if you like. I’m bored and need to be entertained.”
The gate creaks open very, very slowly. I laugh when it finally parts enough for us to ride in abreast. Cassius and I aren’t even met by guards.
Their castle is different—drier, cleaner, and less oppressive.
They have gardens and olive trees that wend between the sandstone columns of the bottom level.
We hide in the shadows as two girls pass with cups of milk. They have no torches or fires an enemy can spot from the distance, only small candles. It makes it easy to slink about. Apparently the girls are pretty, because Cassius makes a face and pretends to follow them up the stairs.
After flashing me a smile, he sneaks toward the sounds of the kitchen as I look for their command room.
I find it on the third level. Windows overlook the dark plain.
In front of the windows lies Minerva’s atlas.
A burning flag floats above my House’s castle.
I don’t know what it means, but it can’t be good.
Another fortress, House Diana’s, lies south of Minerva’s in the Greatwoods.
Those are all that have been discovered.
They have their own score sheets to keep track of accomplishments. Someone named Pax seems a bloody nightmare. He’s taken eight slaves personally, and caused medBots to come down to fetch nine students, so I assume he’s the one that stood as tall as an Obsidian.
I don’t find their standard anywhere in the command room. Like us, they weren’t stupid enough to leave it just lying about. No problem, we’ll find it our own way. On cue, I smell Cassius’s smokefires seeping through the windows. What a pretty war room they have. Much prettier than Mars’s.
I break everything.
And when I have ruined their map and am finished defacing a statue of Minerva, I use the axe I found to chop the name of Mars into their long, beautiful war table.
I’m tempted to etch another House’s name into the debris to confuse them, but I want them to know who did this.
This House is too put together, too ordered and level headed.
They have a leader, raiders, sentries (na?ve ones), cooks, olive trees, warm milk, stunpikes, horses, honey, strategy.
Minervans. Proud piggers. Let them feel a bit more like House Mars. Let them feel rage. Chaos.
Shouts come. Cassius’s fire spreads. A girl runs into the warroom. I nearly make her faint as I lift my axe. There’s no point in hurting her. We can’t take prisoners, not easily. So I pull out both the slingBlade and the stunpike. Mud on my face. My golden hair wild. I look a terror.
“Are you June?” I growl.
“N-no … why?”
“Can you cook?”
She laughs despite her fear. Three boys turn the corner. Two are thicker but shorter than me. I scream like a rage god. Oh, how they run.
“Enemies!” they scream. “Enemies!”
“They’re in the towers!” I roar to confuse them again and again as I descend the stairs. “The top levels! Everywhere! Too many! Dozens! Dozens! Mars is here! Mars has come!” Smoke spreads. So do their cries.
“Mars!” they shout. “Mars has come!”
A young man flashes past me. I grab his collar and throw him out a window into the courtyard below, scattering the Minervans massed there. I go to the kitchen. Cassius’s fire is not bad. Mostly grease and brush. A howling girl beats at it.
“June!” I call out. She turns into my stunpike and shudders as the electricity dumbs down her muscles. That’s how I steal their cook.
Cassius finds me running with June over my shoulder through their gardens.
“What the hell?”
“She’s a cook!” I explain.
He laughs so hard he can barely breathe.
Minervans fall into chaos, running from their barracks.
They think the enemy is in their towers.
They think their citadel is burning down.
They think Mars has come in full force. Cassius pulls me along into their stables.
Seven horses have been left behind. We steal six after tossing a candle into their hay stores and ride out the main gate as smoke and panic consumes the fortress.
I don’t have the standard. Just as we planned.
Sevro said there was a hidden back gate to the fortress.
We wagered that someone very desperate to flee a fallen fortress would use it to escape, someone trying to protect the standard. We were right.
Sevro joins us two minutes later. He howls out from under his wolfcloak as he comes.
Far behind, the enemy chases him on foot with stunpikes.
Now they’re the ones without horses. And they’ve no chance to get back the owl standard that glitters in his muddy hands.
The cook unconscious across my saddle, we ride under the starry night back to our battle-torn highlands, the three of us laughing, cheering, howling.