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.'The college is the city,' he said.'And as ruler of the college, all the walls are mine.I shirk nothing, Chandyr.Indeed I should be applauded for taking mages from the slaughter over which you are presiding.They at least will be able to strike back.''Another of your indiscriminate dimensional spells, Dystran?' Chandyr scoffed.'You will kill more innocents than enemies.'T will stop the Wesmen,' said Dystran, feeling his patience expire.'And you, Commander Chandyr, will remember to whom you are speaking and, if you take my advice, will choose your next words very, very carefully.'A half-smile flickered across Chandyr's mouth.It didn't touch his eyes.He nodded and took a pace forwards, coming so close Dystran could barely focus on him.'Never accuse me of being a poor soldier again.''Men are judged by their actions,' replied Dystran mildly, though his heart was beating faster.'You only get one warning,' said Chandyr.The commander spun on his heel and strode from the dome, shouting for his horse.Dystran watched him go, letting his anger build.He had no wish to suppress it and enjoyed the heat it generated in his mind and body.Chandyr did not understand, he reflected, hurrying out of the dome towards the base of his tower.His guards saluted him on his approach.Something else Chandyr had failed to do.A typical soldier.Blind to the bigger picture.Fit only to accomplish the task set before him and sometimes not even that.'I want Sharyr in my reception chamber right now,' he ordered.'He'll be in my hub rooms.''Yes, my Lord,' said both men.Dystran began to climb his stairs.He replayed Chandyr's words, the tiny claws of doubt scratching at his self-confidence.That they had underestimated the Wesmen was not in question.This had been no disordered attack.There were brains and tactics behind it along with brimming determination and a willingness for self-sacrifice that had been breathtaking.Tessaya was out there somewhere.What taxed Dystran most was not that the Wesmen lord had managed to marshal his warriors into very effective decoy and draw units.The issue here was that he plainly knew Xetesk was poorly defended by mage and soldier and had deliberately kept up his attack waves to force stamina exhaustion.Where had he got his intelligence?Tessaya's aim had been obvious earlier in the day.It was why Dystran had withdrawn a core of mages to join the dimensional team and prepare for the next casting window.A window that had better be open.Chandyr had been unable to hold the Wesmen back, though.He was surprised and disappointed by that.Xeteskian soldiers and archers should have been able to deal with a few ladders.How was it then that Wesmen had done that which no one should have been able to do?Perhaps he should have probed further.By the time he reached his reception chamber on the third landing, he could hear running footsteps behind him.He threw open the balcony shutters of the dimly lit room to reveal an uncomfortable picture of the threat to his city.He augmented his sight with a quick casting to sharpen the fine detail.Lights blazed in a wide ring around an area over two hundred yards in length.It was bustling with Wesmen but not thronged.They were attacking left and right towards the nearest turrets and had built a shield wall, fresh-cut wood for the most part, towards the city.Archers were having some success but it was not affecting the advance along the battlements.Chandyr had defended the turrets heavily.The Wesmen were suffering significant casualties but without a solitary spell to force them back to their ladders their weight of numbers would ultimately tell.How soon was hard to say.Before dawn in all probability.'Dammit,' he breathed.'Where did I go wrong?''My Lord?' queried a voice behind him.'Sharyr,' said Dystran, not turning to face his new head of dimensional magics.Barely more than a student but the best he had left.'Come here.Tell me what you see.'He heard a nervous shuffle then slightly laboured breathing mixing with snatches of noise from the walls.Dystran looked across to Sharyr and watched the balding young man scanning the night, anxious to pick up whatever he was supposed to see.He shifted uncomfortably and gave a half shrug.'Wesmen on the walls?' he ventured, voice tremulous.'Excellent,' said Dystran.'Does that scare you?''Yes, my Lord,' said Sharyr.T have family in the city.''Then they are fortunate because you will personally be keeping them safe, won't you?''Me? I—'Dystran turned to face his nervous student.'The distance between the walls of the city and those of this college is slight for a rampaging Wesmen army [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]