Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
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I will not recount here the full particulars of what happened next. Let us say that the<br />
Siullans had lured us into precisely the kind of ambush to which our massive armies were so<br />
vulnerable. <strong>The</strong>y had laced the ground in the hills surrounding the Gaurin Plains with a network<br />
of caverns and tunnels over the years in preparation for an eventuality such as this. Explosive<br />
charges awaited detonation under our feet, with iron bulwarks between blast areas to protect the<br />
men and women lurking in wait for the signal to attack from below. It was deadly in its ingenuity<br />
and astonishing in its foresight.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Siullans struck at night. I suspect their first move was to send an assassin to climb<br />
the lines into one of our heavy dirigibles. <strong>The</strong> sudden fiery crash of the airship into the heart of<br />
our army was the signal for the detonation of the explosives in the caves, and that detonation was<br />
the signal for the ten thousand in the caves to rise up and murder us in the tents where we plotted<br />
the next day’s action. Our guards were wary, but many of them were taken completely by<br />
surprise. <strong>The</strong> screaming slaughter was the final signal for their army to rush the lines of the Third<br />
Army. It seemed they had no intention of survival. <strong>The</strong>y wanted us to suffer as much as possible<br />
before their republic went the way of all who opposed our Empire.<br />
<strong>The</strong> dirigible crash was frighteningly close to Hawkins’s tent, close enough that the great<br />
flaming struts of the flying machine set the tents afire with their shrapnel, close enough that the<br />
shock waves knocked the supports out from under the pavilions. Those inside the tents of the staff<br />
were trapped under the material, and many of them roasted or suffocated in the choking smoke<br />
within the canvas folds. I had had enough presence of mind to equip myself with a wrist knife,<br />
which I carried and still carry at all times, and it saved my life.<br />
When I had cut a hole through the canvas, I looked upon a scene from the first of Hell’s<br />
blasted plains. Twisted, blackened struts skewed at crazy angles. A rolling, roaring landscape of<br />
fire and smoke lit the air from all sides, and shadows cast from the flames cut like knives through<br />
the soot and ash that billowed from the ground. Screams rose from the tents all around me as the<br />
canvas took fire and turned the tents’ interiors into ovens, waxy fat running liquid from the seams<br />
of the blazes. Figures silhouetted against the light raised dripping swords and plunged them into<br />
their victims with unimaginable ferocity, howling their vengeance upon us.<br />
I dug my sword from the smoldering canvas and sought to save the people I could save.<br />
Those in the midst of flames were clearly too far gone. I sought first those who were still<br />
struggling in the fallen tents that were near combustion, and those whose tents were flickering<br />
with the beginnings of inferno. Around me, other quick-thinking soldiers did the same. I must<br />
have saved a good twenty of the staff, junior officers and attachés, before I came on Hawkins’s<br />
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