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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<strong>The</strong> intruder is one of the King’s Chosen. His name is Pelagir. He’s carrying a child. If the child<br />
comes to harm, it’ll be your head. <strong>The</strong> Council of Knights has asked that we shoot to wound<br />
Pelagir, not to kill him. Recovery of the child is of primary importance.”<br />
It meant a kidnapping, then, from a family high up the social ladder. Maybe the highest.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Council wanted vengeance, and it was going to be terrible. We’d pay if we stood in the way<br />
of their punishment. And if we had to die to get the child, it wasn’t sacrifice enough.<br />
We slung our yew bows onto the pegs in the walls and took the dull bronze crossbows<br />
from the racks in their place—plain arrows wouldn’t do against one of the King’s Chosen. <strong>The</strong>re<br />
was no way we could fire an arrow that would hit him unless we managed a distraction, and that<br />
was unlikely. True, the crossbows were unreliable. Sometimes they exploded when they fired,<br />
sometimes they didn’t fire at all, and they required yearly maintenance by Verthain, the wizard of<br />
the forest. But against a knight, the eldritch bolts they fired were the best option we had. <strong>The</strong>se<br />
crossbows had no strings to tangle in the brushes and branches. <strong>The</strong> forks summoned and focused<br />
energy from within the worked metal of the weapon, launching the quarrel only when we<br />
squeezed the crossbow’s stock. If they were more trustworthy, we’d use them all the time. As it<br />
was, we used the yew bows except in emergencies. If worse slipped to worst, we had our knives,<br />
though of course they’d be useless against a knight.<br />
We left the stilt lodge without saying anything else and fanned out through the woods to<br />
the west. If we ran across the knight, we’d be dead unless we had backup, but we couldn’t travel<br />
too closely together, or he’d be warned of our coming. Against any ordinary person, these<br />
precautions would have been unnecessary. We’d use these tactics against one of the vicious<br />
things that sometimes wandered into the forest from the blasted hills, and the cautions would keep<br />
us safe. Against one of the King’s Chosen, they might not be enough.<br />
I grew afraid then—afraid of losing the forest, afraid of losing my life. My heart knocked<br />
in my chest, and my legs weakened as I trotted through the massive trunks. But my only choices<br />
were to pursue the knight and the child, or to break my oath and lose my life. In the end, I had no<br />
choice at all. I would die in the service of the forest I swore to protect.<br />
That didn’t diminish my fear in the slightest.<br />
I slipped through the underbrush, the crossbow fastened tight against my back. I ducked<br />
hanging branches and leaped over fallen trees. I launched myself over moss-laden rocks, grasping<br />
vines that hung from the high branches. I called out in birdsong as I ran and heard trills from the<br />
other foresters. We spread farther and farther apart as the hours wore on, and still we came across<br />
no sign of Pelagir.<br />
<strong>Colin</strong> <strong>McComb</strong> <strong>Oathbreaker</strong>, <strong>Book</strong> 1: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Knight's</strong> <strong>Tale</strong><br />
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