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A Soldier's Life - 111 -
🕑 Added 2023-12-05 23:24:23 +0000 UTCChapter 111
Konstantin’s body was a mess as we brought it into the barracks. The company huddled around as he was placed on a table and his body stripped. The smell of burnt flesh and charred clothes was strong among the stink of days in the woods. His leather bracers had bite marks on them, and when removed, bloody, partially scabbed-over puncture marks were underneath. Lirkin checked the forearm, “Bone is broken. Get the healer in the city.” Felix immediately took off at a run.
Konstantin groaned, and Lirkin whispered to him, “You got back, you tough bastard. We will heal you in a day and you can return to being your old crotchety self.” Konstantin’s dry throat tried to speak. Lirkin leaned down and put his ear to the man to hear. Lirkin stood after listening and informed us what he said, “He found the summoner. It set a pair of hell hounds on him.”
A lot of whispers rang through the men as no one seemed to know what a hellhound was. Castile walked in at this moment with Adrian behind her. She answered the question, “A hellhound is an infernal dog, not from this plane of existence. A summoned creature that is a rentlentless tracker. Konstantin,” Castile stood over Konstantin, taking in his abused body and getting his attention, “are the ones who pursued you dead?”
Konstantin painfully nodded his head in the affirmative. Castile nodded. “And the summoner? Is he dead, too?”
Konstantin shook his head negatively, not being able to speak loudly. Castile grimaced. She put his hand on his shoulder. “Everyone get some rest. I will wait with Konstantin for the healer and potions.” Adrian shuffled everyone away. As I walked away, I felt guilty for not going with Konstantin on his scouting mission. Maybe he would not be in such terrible shape if I had accompanied him.
I returned to the tower with Flavius and Maveith. Flavius talked as we went, “Summoners and hell hounds, bad omens. I guess we will be marching soon and hunting the summoner. Best to get some rest.” When we got to our tower floor, the empty bed we had brought up here for Konstantin was apparently going to be filled soon.
I lay down in my bed, and my mind flashed to Konstantin. I recalled his return. He was in terrible shape, but he also did not have his pack or his weapons. His artificed sword was missing, and I imagined it was out there somewhere, stuck inside some fiery beast. I did not use the amulet as I settled down tonight but did take an oblivion pill to stave off nightmares I knew would haunt me.
I was awakened in the morning by a familiar horse voice, “Eryk, you can sleep through anything. Get up, it is time for breakfast and some training.” Konstantin’s voice was raspy but it was definitely him.
“Love you too, Konstantin. Glad you are not dead…or perhaps you are a revenant back from the dead to hound me.” I said, smirking.
Maveith laughed in his deep voice, “That is a good twisting of the words, Eryk. Hound because he was almost killed by a hellhound.”
I opened my eyes to see Konstantin standing over me, grinning. His face was gaunt, and his eyes sunken. “You look like an ogre just shit you out.” His grin faded.
“I am still fit enough to teach you a thing or two in the practice yard,” he rasped out.
“With what? I didn’t see your magic blade on you yesterday,” I said and immediately regretted it. Konstantin’s face fell in some remembered pain, and maybe it was too soon to be needling him.
He finally said, “I preferred my life over the blade. Still might be able to reclaim it if Castile marches us to hunt the summoner.”
Flavius was already dressed in his armor and at the table in the room, “So you found the elven summor, Traeliorn Kelran?”
Konstantin moved to sit across from him. “No, I don’t think so. The elf with the hellhounds appeared too young.” Flavius was about to interject, but Konstantin stopped him, “I know elves age really slowly. This one was young; he was no ancient and powerful sorcerer.” Flavius grunted in acceptance of his words.
I sat up in bed and looked out the window, and the sun was just turning the sky. I sighed and started dressing. I looked at Konstantin, “I can’t believe they healed you up, and you are ready to go again.”
“The summoner is a real threat, Eryk. Castile was doing a message sending to the Legatus Legonis office this morning. Most likely, they will order us after him,” Konstantin said seriously. Flavius nodded at the table in agreement.
“So we need to get ready to fight more hellhounds? Is that how you were burned?” I inquired as I put on my armor.
Konstantin rubbed the side of his face that had pink new skin, “Don’t know about more hounds.” He held up his arm, and a memory of pain flashed on his face, “Yes, one grabbed my arm, and the other breathed fire on me. If I hadn’t been able to dose myself in a nearby pond, I would be dead.”
Maveith boomed from across the room, “How did you escape?”
Konstantin shifted in his seat at the table, “I was looking at the summoner from a good mile away. He was setting up a ritual circle. I was deciding whether to try and sneak close and get him with my bow when the two hounds I didn’t see caught my scent from a cursed mile away.”
Konstantin exhaled angrily, “I dropped from the tree and ran. They caught me in no time, even though I was dropping myconid spores. One grabbed my arm while the other breathed its fire on me. Drove my sword into the mouth of a breather. Had to let go due to the heat. The one biting my arm tried to go for my throat.” He looked around at us, “I was half on fire at this point, and the dog I was wrestling was unscathed. It was a struggle, but I got a dagger in its neck and forced myself into a pond.”
“Then you dragged yourself back here?” Maveith said in awe.
“No, didn’t quite kill the second. Swam across the pond, and it stalked me, but it was bleeding out. Giant leeches in the pond forced me out. I was at a disadvantage without my bow or sword, but the hellhound didn’t attack. I forced myself to run and was smart as it tried to exhaust me, and I hoped it would bleed out from the wound on its neck. Eventually, I won the contest of wills.” Konstantin did not sound smug, just exhausted.
“We should get down to breakfast, or Benito will eat all the butter-honey buns left over from the Duchess’ dinner,” Flavius noted.
The four of us made our way to the barracks. I was half expecting to see the Countess’ soldiers in here with us, but it was just our company. As Favius had predicted, Benito had a plate stacked three high of the dessert buns. Everyone came up to Konstantin and said they were glad he was already on his feet.
Linus brought him two plates stacked with food, “Konstantin, no complaints. I want you to finish both plates before leaving the hall. You had a lot of healing done last night from the healer and potions.”
“Where is my plate?” I asked with a smirk at Linus.
“Next time you drag yourself in here half-burned with a dozen broken bones, I will get your food for you, too,” Linus returned with a mock challenge.
“I hope that day never comes,” I said, headed to the buffet table with Maveith. Maveith just took one of the serving trays as his plate, grinning while he did. The spread was mostly leftovers from last night’s dinner in the Citadel by the looks of it, but no one seemed to mind. The Duchess still wanted to impress her mother even if she did not want her here.
While we were stuffing our faces, Castile entered on her heels with Delmar and Adrian. She looked around the room, and her face was stern and not happy. Adrian walked over to Flavius, and I heard them say, “After Castile finishes, go head out and get the four men guarding the crew laying the territory border stones.” Flavius nodded sharply at the order.
Castile addressed everyone present, “I sent Konstantin’s report to the Legatus Legonis. He has ordered us to locate the Bartiradian summoner and end him. Master Mage Sebastian and two of his legionnaires will join us in three days on drakes as well as High Mage Zyna with no legionnaires. Sebastian will transport High Mage Zyna, and they will find us in the wilds. No Hounds will be coming to help search for him.” Flavius’ eyes snapped to Castile. I couldn’t see his face to read his reaction to seeing Sebastian again.
Castile continued as our company started whispering, “We will leave after the mid-day meal. Delmar will get a load out for your packs. The summoner was last spotted fifty miles northwest of here.”
“Is this normal?” I asked Konstantin, who was working on his second plate and already aware of what Castile was going to say.
“Hunting an enemy mage in the Empire?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow trying to act like I asked a stupid question.
Flavius answered my question directly, “Usually, it would be three full mage companies hunting an enemy mage with two or three squads of Hounds in support. High Mage Zyna is a powerful fire mage, but she teaches at the Mage College. I was not aware she could be called on for a hunt like this.”
Konstantin added, “The Hounds already lost a squad searching for the summoners. I am not surprised Cornelius is not sending help. He would only have five squads left in all the Eastern Empire, and I am sure he is being kept busy around Macha.”
Flavius exclaimed, “Just five! There should be ten in the east!”
Konstantin shrugged, “I talked to him after Macha. He lost two squads chasing down a rouge mage commander before Macha. One squad retired a few months back, and another is…not available. He has over fifty men in training,” he gave me a sidelong glance, “But none ready to put into the field.”
Flavius relaxed some at the explanation, “It is one the most dangerous jobs in the Empire.” Konstantin just nodded but did not tell him he used to be a Hound. “But just five squads left?” Flavius shook his head in disbelief and left. He had to make a long trek to get our men out supervising the digging of holes.
I went to the tower with Maveith while Konstantin was forced to stay behind and eat the rest of his food. I packed quickly, thinking we were going to be gone for a while. Maveith just watched me, and I tightly rolled one of the weasel pelts inside an oiled tarp for my tent. I asked him, “Are you not going to come?”
Maveith sat on his bunk, letting out a long sigh, “I was not asked to go.”
I looked at him sharply, “Maveith, do you want to come and hunt a powerful mage that can summon creatures of nightmares and legends?”
He put on a broad smile, “Yes! Traveling with you is always interesting.” He began to pack his things, and I shook my head in disbelief. If I had been given a choice, I most definitely would not be going.
We arrived in the courtyard, and Delmar had bundled food for us and a few changes of socks and undergarments. Mateo quipped, “Never got to meet the Countess, how rude of her!” Everyone laughed.
Delmar smiled at Mateo, “Why don’t you carry the rations for the four men Flavius is receiving.” He groaned as it was almost forty pounds. He did not end up carrying it, as Felix, Maveith, and I each took one of the four bundles.
We didn’t have to wait long before Castile was outside with Adrian. Adrian arched an eyebrow at me, “Thought you would be riding your horse, Eryk.”
“I can do that?” I asked, ready to bolt for the stables and saddle Ginger.
“Too late now,” he smirked.
Castile added firmly, “She would just be used for supplies, Eryk. Leave her behind.” That ended any argument. We were soon walking down the road northwest along the river. We were going to meet up with Flavius and the others before following Konstantin into the Wilds.
Comments
Silver Beard
Definitely a nice idea; but he should sort something out before things get dire. A rush to a cache of food will be noticed when everyone is starving... but an anonymous doner supporting a food kitchen would be less obvious... he could just keep propping up supply until his space is empty.
Erick Thiemke
the 'summon horse' thing is probably in the future. he needs to clean up the space a bit first.
Silver Beard
In Eryk's place... I'd still be tempted to stash Ginger in his space... in stasis. If he gets separated from the group... nothing better to watch his back. And running away or running to catch might be a thing on a hunt like this.
