Ranger's Apprentice 3 & 4 Bindup (41 page)

Everyone was watching him, so everyone saw Slagor's guilty start of surprise when Halt mentioned the name of the island. Slagor recovered quickly, but the moment had been there and it had been witnessed.

‘I'm not here to answer to you, Ranger!' he blustered angrily. ‘You have no authority in this Council!'

Erak stepped forward, rocking on his heels, his face only centimetres from Slagor's.

‘But I have,' he told the other man. ‘And I'd like to hear your answer too.'

‘What's this about, Erak?' Ragnak interrupted, before Slagor could reply. Erak kept his gaze fixed on Slagor.

‘Two of Slagor's ships are currently at Fallkork Island,' he replied. ‘In another day, he plans to rendezvous with them and sail down the coast to Sand Creek Bay.'

Erak saw the colour draining from Slagor's face as he realised that his plans had been discovered. He continued inexorably, his voice rising in volume as Slagor attempted
to speak, drowning the other man out. ‘There, he plans to embark one hundred and fifty Temujai warriors, and land them behind our lines to attack us from the rear.'

The room erupted as people began to shout, all at once. In vain, Slagor spat abuse at Erak and protested his innocence. His followers in the Hall, and there were more than a few, roared their protests, while those who favoured Erak roared back, calling for Slagor's head. The bedlam continued for a full minute until Ragnak rose from his seat.

‘Silence!'
he bellowed.

In the ensuing quiet, you could almost hear a pin drop.

‘How do you know this?' the Oberjarl asked. He disliked Slagor. Many of the Skandians did. But the concept of such treachery was so absolutely abhorrent to the simple Skandian code of conduct that Ragnak found it impossible to believe it of anyone, even Slagor.

‘His plans were overheard, Ragnak,' Erak told him.

Instantly Slagor was screaming his innocence. ‘This is lies! It's a pack of filthy lies! Who heard me? Who claims I'm a traitor? Let them face me now!'

‘As a matter of fact, Ragnak,' said Halt, raising his voice so that he was heard clearly in every corner of the room, ‘the informant is here with us.'

That piece of news stilled Slagor's protests immediately. Ragnak eyed the Ranger with distaste. Since he had arrived in Hallasholm, the comfortable, established order of things had been continually disturbed.

‘Then let's hear from him,' the Oberjarl said.

‘Not him, Ragnak. Her. The informant is Evanlyn. Perhaps that's why Slagor is so keen to have her discredited and killed.'

Uproar once again filled the room and Will realised how cleverly Halt had played this hand. In the confusion of the moment, nobody asked the obvious question: how could Slagor have known that Evanlyn had discovered his plan? For if he didn't know, he would have no reason to try to discredit the girl. But now that Halt had planted the seed, the Skandians would all half believe that Slagor's actions were intended to forestall Evanlyn, rather than the other way around. In that light, her accusation could not be dismissed out of hand. It had to be investigated.

‘Proof!' Slagor was shouting now, and some of his followers, realising their own necks were close to the headsman's axe, were shouting it too. ‘Anyone can accuse me! But where's the proof?'

Ragnak silenced the shouting with a gesture. ‘Well, Ranger,' he asked Halt, ‘can you offer us proof of these accusations?'

Erak hurriedly stepped into the breach, before Halt had to answer. ‘Svengal is bringing in the two ships from Fallkork,' he said. ‘He should be in port by tomorrow.'

But now Slagor saw the way out, saw there was no concrete evidence of the plan. ‘So two of my ships are waiting at Fallkork?' he cried, his voice shrill once more. ‘What does that prove? How does that make me a traitor? It doesn't, does it, Erak?'

A few of those in the hall started to echo the thought – and not just his own followers. As Halt had pointed out earlier, the mere presence of the ships at the rendezvous was no proof of Slagor's treachery. Emboldened now, Slagor stepped towards the crowd, addressing them and not the Oberjarl.

‘They accuse me of treachery! They slander me! They take the word of an enemy of this country, the sworn enemy of our Oberjarl! Yet they can show no way to prove their vile claims! Is this Skandian justice? Let them find a way to prove it, I say.'

A growing chorus of voices agreed with him. Then, as if he were conducting a choir, Slagor signalled for silence and turned back to Halt.

‘Can you, Ranger?' he said, spitting the last word out as if it were an insult. ‘Can you show some kind of proof?'

Halt hesitated, knowing they'd lost the momentum and the sentiment of the crowd. Knowing they'd lost. Then Will pushed forward to stand beside his mentor and friend.

‘I can think of a way,' he said.

It took a lot to silence a noisy crowd of Skandians, but Will's statement managed to do the trick. The voices died away as if cut by a knife and all eyes turned to the small figure, standing now between Halt and Erak. As Will might have guessed, it was Ragnak himself who broke the silence.

‘How?' he said simply.

‘Well, Slagor's ships at this island, taken on their own, may be no proof of his intention to sell out to the Temujai,' Will said carefully, thinking through his words before he spoke them aloud, knowing that all their safety hung by a hair's breadth on the way he expressed his idea. He saw Ragnak draw breath to speak and hurried on before the Oberjarl could interrupt him. ‘But … if Erak took
Wolfwind
to this Sand Creek Bay, and if they happened to find, say, a hundred and fifty Temujai warriors waiting there to embark, it's a fair indication that someone is planning to betray you, isn't it?'

There was a murmur of agreement among the assembled crowd. Ragnak frowned as he thought through the idea. Beside Will, Erak muttered: ‘Good thinking, boy.'

‘That's true,' Ragnak said finally. ‘It shows there's treachery been planned. But who's to say Slagor's involved?'

Will chewed his lip as he thought over that one. But now Halt spoke up.

‘Oberjarl, there's a simple way to find out. Let Erak take not one ship, but three. After all, that's the number the Temujai are expecting to see. Then he can speak with the leader of any Temujai who might happen to be there and tell them that Slagor has been detained and has sent him in his place. If the Temujai leader responds with words along the lines of “Who the devil is Slagor?”, then our friend here is as innocent as he claims to be.' He paused and saw that Ragnak was nodding as he considered the idea. Then he added, more deliberately, ‘On the other hand … if the name Slagor seems familiar to the enemy, then there is all the proof you need.'

‘This is ridiculous!' Slagor burst out. ‘I swear to you, Oberjarl, that I am no traitor to Skandia! This is a plot cooked up by these Araluans.' He gestured contemptuously at Halt and Will. ‘And somehow they seem to have tricked Erak into believing it.'

‘If you're innocent,' Ragnak said heavily, ‘then you have nothing to fear from all this, do you?' He was gazing steadily at Slagor now, noting the sheen of perspiration on the other man's forehead, noting the shrill tone that pervaded all his statements now. Slagor was scared, he thought. The more he saw that fact confirmed, the more he was prepared to believe that the man was a traitor.

‘I don't see any reason why –' Slagor began but Ragnak cut him off with a gesture.

‘I do!' he snapped. ‘Erak, take three ships to Sand Creek Bay immediately and do as the Ranger suggests. Once you've established whether or not Slagor is involved in this plot, get back here and report. As for you …' He turned to Slagor, who was beginning to edge towards the side door of the room. ‘Don't try to go anywhere. I want you where I can see you until Erak returns. Ulfak, see to it!' He addressed this last comment to one of his other senior jarls, who nodded and moved to stand beside Slagor, laying a hand on his arm.

‘One thing, Oberjarl,' Erak said, and the Skandian leader turned to him again. ‘Once I've established that Slagor is involved, is it all right if we reduce the Temujai numbers a little? That'll be a few less we have to fight here, at least.'

‘Good idea,' Ragnak said. ‘But don't take any risks. I need to know the traitor's identity and you can't tell me that if the Temujai kill you.'

‘Why not go ahead with the plan they're expecting?' Will said, before he could stop himself. The Skandian leader regarded him as if he were mad.

‘Are you out of your mind?' he said. ‘Are you suggesting that Erak actually brings the Temujai back here as prisoners? We'd have to subdue them and guard them and that would take men away from our own battle line.'

‘Not back here,' Will said, turning to appeal to Erak. ‘But couldn't you find some pretext to make them get off the ships at this Fallkork Island – then just leave them there?'

Again a silence, broken this time by a deep, throaty chuckle from Erak. ‘Oh, what a prize idea!' he said, grinning fondly at Will. ‘If we take these … horsemen … through the Vulture Narrows, I'm sure we can have them begging to get ashore for a few hours. The seas there are terrible at this time of year – guaranteed to make any inexperienced sailors seasick!'

Ragnak rubbed his chin thoughtfully. ‘I take it these Temujai are unused to sailing?' he asked Halt.

The Ranger nodded. ‘Totally, Oberjarl.'

Ragnak looked from Halt to his young apprentice. ‘This boy of yours shows a certain talent for the sort of devious thinking we expect from you Rangers.'

Halt dropped one hand lightly on Will's shoulder, and said, with a completely straight face, ‘We're very proud of him, Oberjarl. We think he'll go far.'

Ragnak shook his head wearily. This sort of plot and counterplot was beyond him. He waved one dismissing hand at Erak.

‘Get your ships ready and go,' he said. ‘Then dump these Temujai on Fallkork Island and get back here.' The matter was done as far as he was concerned, but Slagor had one last, desperate objection.

‘Oberjarl! These are the people who accuse me! They're all in it together! You can't send them to verify their own charges!'

Ragnak hesitated. ‘Fair point.' He turned to his hilfmann. ‘Borsa, you go with them as an independent witness.' Then, returning his gaze to Slagor, he concluded, ‘As for you, you'd better hope there are no Temujai at Sand Creek Bay.'

Erak looked at the figure standing beside him in the stern of the wolfship and, for the hundredth time, was unable to prevent a broad grin breaking out across his face.

Halt noticed the look, and the grin, and said in a sour tone, ‘It must lose its fascination after a while, surely?'

The Jarl shook his head, his grin broadening. ‘Not for me,' he replied cheerfully. ‘Every time, it's just as fresh as the first.'

‘I'm so glad that Skandians have such a lively sense of humour,' the Ranger said, scowling. It didn't serve his ill temper any better to see that several of the other Skandians were grinning as well. In truth, he was a comical figure. He had forsaken his Ranger's cloak and garb and was dressed in Skandian clothing – sheepskin vest, a short fur cloak and woollen breeches, wound round with leather bindings from the knees down. At least, they should have been wound from the knees down. In fact, since Halt was
considerably smaller in stature than any of the adult Skandians, the leggings were bound from his thighs down, the breeches sagged alarmingly at the crotch and the sheepskin vest hung loosely on him, seemingly with room for another person of his own size inside.

‘It's your own fault,' Erak replied. ‘For deciding to try to disguise yourself as one of us.'

‘I told you,' Halt muttered. ‘The Temujai got a good look at me when they were chasing us near the border – and even without that, they have no reason to love anyone dressed as a Ranger.'

‘So I've heard,' Erak said, still grinning. He bent to the sighting ring before him, checked the position of the floating lodestone and adjusted the sight ring to conform with it. Then he read off the bearing to the next headland.

‘A little east to east of south,' he said to himself, then, raising his voice, he called to his men:

‘Look alive now! Sand Creek Bay lies beyond that next headland!'

There was an expectant shuffle on the decks of the wolfship as the Skandians made sure their weapons were close to hand – although not obviously so. At a nod from Erak, the masthead lookout relayed the message to the other two wolfships sailing in close company with them. Very obviously making an effort not to grin, the wolfship skipper nudged Halt in the ribs with a not too gentle elbow.

‘You'd better put on your helmet,' he told the Ranger, whose countenance darkened even further than before as he reached for the huge, horned helmet that every Skandian warrior wore.

This had been the most contentious piece of equipment. Erak had maintained that no Skandian would ever appear in public without a helmet, and that there was no question of Halt's not wearing one. Yet the sizes were immense, compared to what Halt considered to be his own perfectly normal head size. Even the very smallest helmet that Erak could find wobbled loosely on Halt, and came down over his ears and eyes. By dint of much padding with cloths, they had finally managed to get the helmet to sit more or less firmly on his head. But it still gaped amazingly all round.

The Skandians looked on with ill-concealed amusement as Halt carefully placed the helmet on his head. Borsa, who had joined the expedition on Ragnak's orders, shook his head and chuckled. The unwarlike hilfmann, who'd never seen a day of battle in his life, knew he looked more the part than Halt did.

‘Even if this turns out to be a wild goose chase,' he said cheerfully, ‘it will have been worth it to see this.'

Halt turned away angrily. It was a mistake. With the rapid head movement, his helmet became dislodged and tipped down over his eyes. He cursed quietly to himself, straightened the ridiculous headgear and resigned himself to the smothered laughter of the Skandians.

They had been running before a quartering wind, but now, as Erak prepared to bring
Wolfwind
around the headland and across the wind, there was a flurry of activity on board as the big square sail was gathered in and furled to the cross yard. The long, heavy oars clattered in their tholes as the crew ran them out and, before the ship had time to lose way, they began their smooth, rhythmic stroking. Glancing behind, Halt saw the other ships had
followed suit. Once again, the helmet tilted awkwardly on his head and, with a gesture of disgust, he ripped it off and dropped it to the deck. He glared at Erak, daring the big Skandian to make some comment. The Jarl merely shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

They were almost around the last promontory now and those without any duties involved in keeping the ship moving and on course craned eagerly to see whether the beach would be empty – or whether there would be a war party of Temujai warriors waiting for them. With tantalising slowness, the boat crept past the headland, gradually revealing the strip of sandy beach beyond. Halt felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, as the first sight of the beach showed no sign of any Temujai. But they were only looking at the southern end of the beach and, as they came further around, there was a soft sigh from those watching and the sinking feeling in Halt's stomach turned to a flame of fierce exultation.

There, drawn up at the centre of the beach, were three squadrons of Temujai cavalry.

Their dome-shaped felt tents were pitched in neatly ordered rows. Horses were tethered on a grass sward where the beach ended. There were sixty men to a squadron, Halt knew. He presumed each squadron would be leaving ten men to tend the horses, which, of course, couldn't travel on the wolfships. The discordant blare of a Temujai horn from the beach told them that they had been sighted.

Borsa shook his head sadly at the evidence of Slagor's treachery. ‘I'd been hoping that this would be an empty quest,' he said bitterly. ‘The thought of any Skandian turning traitor is a bitter one to face.'

He moved away from Halt and Erak and the two men exchanged glances. Erak shrugged. His was a more cynical temperament than the hilfmann's, and he had better knowledge of Slagor's character.

‘Time to make absolutely sure,' he said quietly, and heaved on the steering oar to bring
Wolfwind
's prow heading straight towards the beach. As arranged, the other two ships hove to, the rowers maintaining a slow, relaxed stroke to hold them in position against wind and tide, some two hundred metres off the beach. They were still within bowshot there, but the huge, circular Skandian shields that were ranged along the bulwarks gave the sailors protection against any Temujai attack.

Those on
Wolfwind
weren't so fortunate. They were heading straight inshore, every stroke of the oars making them more vulnerable to a sudden volley of Temujai arrows.

‘Keep your heads down,' Erak growled at his rowers. It was an unnecessary warning. They were hunched down as far as they could, trying to prevent any part of their persons showing above the oak bulwarks. Halt noticed that the Jarl's right hand strayed from the steering oar from time to time, and brushed almost unconsciously against the haft of the massive battleaxe that leaned close by.

Activity on the beach was growing now, and a party of half a dozen Temujai had moved to the water's edge. Behind them, orders were being shouted and squads were forming as troop leaders prepared their men to embark on the three wolfships.

The deep water continued in quite close to the beach. Of course, the wolfships were designed to beach in water as
shallow as one metre, but the Temujai weren't aware of the fact and Halt and Erak had agreed that it made better sense to keep the enemy at a distance. Twenty metres from the water's edge, Erak gave a brief command and the oars on one side of the ship backed while the others went ahead, swinging the narrow craft through ninety degrees, virtually in her own length.

Erak nodded to his second in command, who hurried to the tiller. Then the Jarl stepped to the shoreward side of the ship and raised his voice in his familiar storm-quelling bellow.

‘Ahoy the beach!' he called and Halt, standing close by, hastily moved a few paces further away.

The Tem'uj standing in the centre of the small group on the beach cupped his hands and called back.

‘I am Or'kam, commander of this force,' he called. ‘Where is Slagor?'

Behind him, Halt heard a quick intake of breath and turned to see Borsa shaking his head sadly, his eyes downcast. Several of the other Skandians also exchanged glances at this incontrovertible confirmation that Slagor had been involved in the plan.

‘Keep still!' Halt warned them and the men hurriedly masked their reactions. Erak was answering now, with the story that he, Borsa and Halt had agreed upon.

‘Oberjarl Ragnak was growing suspicious of our movements. It was too dangerous for Slagor to come on this expedition. He will join us at Fallkork Island.'

There was a hurried consultation between the Temujai leaders.

‘They don't like it,' Erak muttered out of the side of his mouth.

‘They don't have to like it. They just have to believe it,' Halt told him in the same undertone. After several minutes' discussion, Or'kam stepped away from the group and called again.

‘We expected Slagor. How can we be sure we can trust you? Did he give any message? Any password?'

On the ship, the men exchanged worried glances. This was the one eventuality they had feared. If Slagor had arranged a password with the Temujai, then their plan was spoiled. Of course, their main aim had already been achieved. They had proved Slagor's complicity in the plot. But now that they were here, the chance of taking one hundred and fifty men out of the enemy's battle line, without any loss to their own forces, was tempting in the extreme.

‘Bluff it out,' Halt said quickly. ‘He already said he was expecting Slagor, so they didn't need a password.' Erak nodded. It made sense.

‘Look, horseman,' Erak bellowed again. ‘I don't need a password, do I? I'm here to pick you up. And I'm risking my neck to do it! Now if you choose to come aboard, then do so. If not, I'm going raiding and leaving you and Ragnak to your little war. Now you choose!'

Once again there was an urgent consultation on the beach. They could see Or'kam's reluctance in his movements, but equally they could see him weighing his options, and after a long, searching glance at the wolfship, he obviously decided he had nothing to fear from the skeleton crews of rowers on the three ships.

‘Very well!' he called. ‘Bring your ships in and we'll board.'

But now Erak shook his head.

‘We'll bring you out on the skiffs,' he called. ‘We can't beach here.'

Or'kam made an angry gesture. Obviously he didn't like it when things didn't go precisely according to his wishes.

‘What are you talking about?' he yelled. ‘Slagor beached his ship right here. I saw him do it!'

Erak moved to the bulwark and stood up on it, completely exposed to any possible fire from the beach.

‘Careful,' Halt muttered, trying not to let his lips move.

‘And tell me, horseman,' Erak said, his voice heavy with sarcasm, ‘did Slagor then load fifty men aboard his ship and take her
off
the beach?'

There was a pause as the Temujai leader thought through the reasoning in what Erak had said. Erak saw the hesitation and pressed on.

‘If I beach now and load your men aboard, we'll never get her off again. Particularly with the tide falling the way it is.'

That seemed to clinch it. Or'kam reluctantly signalled his agreement.

‘Very well!' he called. ‘How many can you take at a time?'

Erak resisted the temptation to heave a sigh of relief.

‘Three skiffs, eight men each,' he called. ‘Twenty-four at a time.'

Or'kam nodded. ‘All right, Skandian, send in the skiffs.' He turned to his lieutenants and set them to organising the embarkation. On board
Wolfwind
, Erak was already signalling the other wolfships to stand in closer and send their skiffs ashore with his own.