The Wizards of Nowy WarsawChapter 10
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Felek watched as Elven troops came over the Southern Harbor wall, Polish soldiers fleeing before them.
Raising their bows, archers already in position fired, the pointy-eared creatures falling swiftly. Another squad was rushing to fill the gap on the wall, officers trying to regroup those retreating. As elsewhere, the Polish defenses would hold.
Felek looked away. This had not gone well. Too many problems had been uncovered. Too many things to fix before others sought to invade the Polish Kingdom. And they would. War seemed to be swirling everywhere, and it had come to Poland.
Really, the one good thing about this battle was how one-sided it would look to outsiders. Elves attacked with who knows how many troops, and almost all were drowned before reaching shore. Very impressive. Yet, it should have been more so. The artillery batteries had been poorly positioned. They did not provide support for one another. There were "safe" areas, artillery blind spots where ships could settle while they released their troop filled longboats. One cliff top battery was even overrun. Felek looked up. The Polish banner again waved over it. Thank the Lady none of the Elves had known how to either use the cannons, or destroy them.
He was going to recommend the recruitment age be lowered to 10. They could have those new soldiers in two years, not five or six.
A laugh came from him, drawing the eyes of others. Yes, two thousand ten year olds armed with pikes. THAT would help the Kingdom!
A rider approached. Two, actually. They eyed each other as they slowed, trying to determine who had the more important message. Both riders were male, so Felek couldn't use that as a factor. He looked at the closest.
"Report."
"Sir. No reply yet from the King. The last relay station suspects their tower may be damaged. They're sending out riders."
"That'll take awhile," Anelie muttered. Felek nodded. He looked at the other messenger.
"Sir. General Wojo reports remaining ships are moving off."
He nodded again. The Elves weren't fools. You don't toss good soldiers away for no reason. Now he, personally, would have fled long before this, but then his survival instincts were a touch too good to be a soldier. He swept his eyes around the island plain.
"I want a sweep of the Kingdom. Make sure any Elves who washed onto shore and are hiding are rounded up. I want prisoners, if possible."
"Sir!" They saluted. Klocia, standing beside her wife Anelie, let out a sigh.
"I think I understand why His Grace's hair has grey in it already."
"I think we've made a mistake."
Liuz could not help but chuckle at the Watu General's comment. His Grace was amused as well. He raised an eyebrow.
"Which one have you noticed?"
"We accidentally killed the BAD officers. Whoever's leading the Elves now knows what they're doing." He motioned to the map before them, Kasia's new observations already marked. "They've swept soldiers through the northern woods, all the way to the river. South, too. Secured their flanks. Their soldiers are now deployed more reasonably. I expect much more discipline when they come again. That Kikker balloon girl even thinks they're trying to fix one of the trebuchets. They'll be back to bombing us."
"Wonderful," someone muttered.
"What are these troops doing here?" His Grace motioned to the banks of the Orlan, both north and south of the city. Liuz frowned.
"I THINK, Your Grace, those are archers. They'll try and silence the gunships when they pop into view."
"Can they?"
"We're adding wooden shielding as best we can, but there's no time to add a roof. We made a bad design." Liuz shrugged. "I'm sorry, Your Grace. Our artillery isn't going to be as big a factor as we hoped."
His Grace nodded.
"We blew our advantage on that first wave. Things will be bloody from here on out."
Liuz looked out the large tavern window. He should have come here earlier. Should have experimented with different ship designs. Maybe not had them. Maybe they could have built some sort of artillery position immune to trebuchet attack. So many possibilities left untried...
"James."
The Elven Queen was standing beside the King. A delicate hand lay on his arm. The looks from most of the others in the room seemed wary of that contact. Only Prince Ajani regarded it calmly.
"Yes, Your Highness?" King James smiled at her.
"I am ready, James. We must stop this. Before the blood of all our peoples waters this land."
Liuz felt his own blood leave his head. That was a ... very disturbing image. Again, he thought of his father. He thought of Harveen. Of their children. He wanted to see his son and daughters again. He wanted...
"What do you two have planned?" The Watu Mayor did not look pleased. The King seemed to ignore that.
"A long shot, Your Honor. Something that will either win the day, or cause countless deaths on both sides." He paused. "Or both."
"We trust you." Prince Ajani gave the Watu Mayor and his generals a hard look. "You begged for our protection. Let us give it."
"Do you need anything?" King James asked the Queen. She shook her head.
"No. I have studied. Readied myself for this." She paused. Took a deep breath. "Take me to a high place."
The Queen stood in the center of the stone circle, head bowed.
Liuz, like the others, ringed the edge of the tower, staying to the back. Whatever she was going to do, they wanted to stay behind it. Liuz looked over his shoulder. Kasia was on the ground, balloon no longer airborne. Good. He didn't want her caught up in this.
Queen Catty began moving her hands, voice whispering. A Watu messenger appeared atop the stairway. A Polish messenger appeared as well, expression one of exhaustion. Both stared at the Elf, mission forgotten.
Light flashed above the tower.
Kasia slowly rose to her feet. Yaa followed suit. So, too, every Pole and Kikker around them, balloons forgotten.
In the sky, above the city, the form of the Elven Queen floated.
Kasia closed her eyes. Opened them. Impossible. More, it was unbelievable. It wasn't the Queen herself up there. No. She knew that. That she could have believed. No, this was something many times her size. Almost, but not quite, transparent. Like a ghost a hundred feet tall.
Yaa's small hand pressed itself against hers, the Kikker girl squeezing tightly. Kasia found the contact reassuring. Calming.
Spring of the Seventh Year of His Grace King James Music filled the air. Kasia snuggled back into her chair, watching the impromptu party down below. The tavern's second floor patio had a good view of the plaza and street, with the advantage of being well out of the way of drunken revelers. You could also enjoy the music. Another group of musicians were starting up, a fast number her foot could not help but tap along to. She loved Dyngus Day. Kasia couldn't remember if the day after...
Liuz whittled as men chopped. The sound of metal biting into wood filled the air. So, too, grunts, curses, mixed with yelled commands and subdued conversation. Liuz watched, conscious once more of his immaturity. Burly soldiers with bare chests and arms swung large axes into large trees. More distant, the earthen ditch and berm which was to hold all that was left of the Polish people began to take shape. All around him, men worked hard to prepare for the arrival of their countrymen. Liuz...
Liuz woke to a clump of fur covering his mouth. With a groan, he sat up, Harveen's arm falling onto his chest. She was not cuddled with him or anything, for which he was grateful. Her short limbs were just splayed out in random directions. Her left leg lay over his sister's chest. Their Watu friend was weird. A good weird, but weird none the less. So different than the Kikker who seemed to be everywhere. The frog people, to his mind, were the bad kind of weird. Perhaps because the King...
Kasia sat herself on her brother's bed, hand reaching out to touch Harveen's fur. She softly stroked her back, eyes trying not to fill with tears. "I don't want to believe it." Her brother nodded from the bed. He sat up against the headboard, Harveen's arms and legs wrapped around his nude body. His right hand joined Kasia's. "And she blames herself." "That's stupid." "I know." She sighed. Rape. Roda had warned her, back on the Exodus. Told her that her mother was looking...
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The four walked down the paved street towards the tavern. Liuz could not help shooting quick looks towards Rafal in the fading light. It was unlike the younger boy to join him and Kasia like this. Maybe he just wanted to get away from Tymon, or his mother. Liuz could understand that. Urszuli certainly tended to get on Liuz's nerves. "Should we ask Roda to come?" Kasia asked. Liuz looked off in the direction of the house. He shook his head. "I asked this morning. She didn't say yes."...
Liuz still wasn't happy about the noise. It was constant, for one thing. Even when the saw was disengaged, the creaking of the water wheel and the roar of the water still filled the air. Add the whirring of leather belts and whining of wooden gears below his feet, the biting of the saw blade into the logs, the steady clanking of the gear wheel moving the log forward into the blade ... rarely were his ears not being assaulted. Not that he had a right to complain. He watched the squared off...
Left ... Right ... Left ... Right... Kasia no longer felt. There was no pain. No exhaustion. Just unending numbness. One foot went in front of another, eyes half focused on the backs of the strangers before her. Where were they? How long had it been since the last rest? She couldn't say. Neither did she care. Left. Right. "Camp! Camp!" The cry came from somewhere up ahead. Instinctively, the stream of refugees pressed to the left, up against the moving wagons. Kasia saw the uniformed...
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Rachael balanced the tray carefully as she knocked on the door. What she was about to do turned her on as much as what she had already done today. While she waited for the door to open, her mind drifted back to the wondrous afternoon spent with the Queen. "So, my little pleasure giver, does my pussy taste better than Megan's?" Those words had sent two powerfully but completely different feelings racing through her body. The first was fear of what the Queen would do to her for her...
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Meric woke to his wife's hand on his dick. Her delicate fingers were lightly stroking the underside of his semi-erect cock. His eyes drifted open. Megan's dark red hair spilled across his chest. "Mmm, Didn't you get enough last night?" he asked. "I only got it once, remember?" She lifted her head and her gray eyes flashed. "That lustful little thing got most of it. I want more." "And tonight is not going to be enough for you?" He already knew the answer but had to ask the...
Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don’t know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... Il n’est rien de réel que le rêve et l’amour - Nothing is real but dreams and love (from Le Coeur innombrable, IV, Chanson du temps opportun by Anna de Noailles) She was my one true mistress and ever faithful lover, my Green Lady and guardian of my dreams and now that I was back home...
When the car with Jake in it became a dot on the horizon, Thea turned to go back in the house. Suddenly Floyd appeared. “Mrs. Thea, how you be?” Smiling, she knew immediately what he wanted. He had that look and a glance at his crotch confirmed it. The imprint of his cock was prominent as it pushed against the material. “Looks like everyone is gone.” Floyd said. His eyes looking out over the farm. “Yes, I am by myself for at least the next few days.” She replied in an...