Alright this took a while to get up and I apologize for that but I have a few points to bring up. First of all I got a review a while back that upset me about how I spoiled the series and where was my etiquette. I hate spoiling people about anything and the time I was worried about spoiling people I gave ample warning (this was in my All the Little Things in Life one shot thing) that I would be spoiling an event from The Tournament at Gorlan (this was well before this review). I didn't put a spoiler warning on here because when I uploaded this I assumed most people would guess that this was meant for those who have already read the series so it would obviously contain spoilers for the series. If not everyone realized this I am sorry (of course there was a nicer way to say it) and I can put a spoiler warning in the description but I assumed it was common knowledge and I am sorry if not everyone picked up on that. Secondly this chapter will contain a spoiler ( I guess) from The Tournament at Gorlan. I don't actually know if it is technically a spoiler but I am warning you anyway.
I don't own Ranger's Apprentice; if I did Alyss would still be alive and Gil and Jenny would be married.
The Burning Bridge: Chapter 20
Once lunch was done Alyss picked up the book and started reading.
THE TUNNEL, LEVEL AT FIRST, BEGAN TO ANGLE STEEPLY Upward as Will went on, leaving Horace behind him. The walls and floor showed evidence of the Celts' picks and drills as they had torn and gouged at the rock to widen the path.
Will guessed that the original narrow tunnel had been nothing more than a natural fault in the rock-a mere crevice. But as he went on, he saw how much it had been widened, until there was room for four or five men to walk abreast. And still it climbed up into the heart of the mountains.
A circle of light showed the end of the tunnel. He estimated that he'd traveled maybe three hundred meters in total and the end was another forty away. The light that he could see seemed to be stronger than simple moonlight and, as he carefully emerged from the tunnel, he saw why.
Here, the hills separated, forming a large valley about two hundred meters across and half a kilometer long. To one side, the moonlight showed him massive wooden structures leading up to the higher reaches of the plateau. Staircases, he realized after a few moments' study. The floor of the valley was lit with campfires and there were hundreds of figures moving in the flickering orange light. Will guessed that this would be the assembly area for Morgarath's army. At the moment, it was where the Wargals kept their Celt prisoners at night.
He paused, trying to form a picture of the overall situation. The plateau that formed the greater part of Morgarath's domain was still at last fifty meters above this point. But the staircases and the less formidable slope of the surrounding hills would provide relatively easy access to this valley. The valley itself must be some thirty meters above the level where the bridge stood. The sloping tunnel would take troops down to the bridge from here. Once again, Halt's words echoed in his ear: nowhere is really impassable.
"Why do I always have to be right," Halt moaned nearly banging his head on the table.
"It's the price to pay," Crowley said grimly.
He moved to the left of the tunnel mouth and found cover in a jumble of rocks and boulders while he took stock of the situation. There was a rough stockade in the center of the valley. Inside the wooden fencing, he could see a large number of small fires, each with a group of figures seated or sprawled around it. This was the prisoners' compound, he guessed.
Large fires outside the compound marked the places where the Wargals were camped. He could see the hulking, shambling forms clearly against the firelight as they moved around. Yet there was one fire close to him that seemed different. The figures seemed more upright, more humanoid in the way they stood and carried themselves.
"Skandians," Rodney said.
"Right," Will said.
Curiously, he worked his way closer to it, sliding through the night with barely a sound, moving quickly from one patch of cover to the next, until he was just at the outer ring of light thrown by the fire-a spot where he knew the darkness, by contrast, would seem more intense to those sitting around the fire.
There was a haunch of some kind of meat roasting slowly over the fire and the smell of it set his mouth watering. He'd been traveling for days on cold rations and the meat filled the air with a delicious fragrance. He felt his stomach begin to rumble and fear stabbed through him. It would be unthinkably bad luck to be betrayed by a rumbling stomach, he thought.
Horace's stomach chose that moment to rumble it's self.
"Seriously Horace you just ate!" Cassandra said.
"Sorry," Horace said. Jenny giggled.
The fear did the trick, killing his appetite. His digestion more or less under control, he edged his face around a boulder, low to the ground, to get a better look at the figures eating by the fire.
As he did so, one of them leaned forward to slice off a chunk of the meat, juggling the hot, greasy food in his hand as he took it. The movement let the firelight shine clearly on him and Will could see that these were not Wargals. From their rough sheepskin vests, woolen leggings bound with tapes and heavy seal-fur boots, he recognized them as Skandians.
"Wonderful," Rodney grumbled. He had a love hate relationship with the Skandians and given how much fighting he had to do with them no one was that surprised.
Further study showed him their horned helmets, round wooden shields, and battleaxes piled to one side of the campsite. He wondered what they were doing here, so far from the ocean.
"Seriously Will what do you think they were doing here having a party?!" Crowley asked his tone thick with sarcasm. Will glared at his commandant.
The man who had moved finished his meat and wiped his hands on his sheepskin vest. He belched, then settled himself in a more comfortable spot by the fire.
"Be dammed glad when Olvak's men get here," he said in the thick, almost indecipherable accent of Skandia. Will knew that Skandians spoke the same tongue as the kingdom. Hearing it now for the first time, though, he barely recognized it.
The other sea wolves growled their agreement. There were four of them around the fire. Will edged forward a little to hear them more clearly, then froze, horrified, as he saw the unmistakable shambling form of a Wargal moving directly toward him from the other side of the fire.
Halt made a low growling noise almost like a warning.
The Skandians heard him coming and looked up warily. With an immense feeling of relief, Will realized that the creature was not coming toward him but was approaching the Skandians' fire.
"Ullo," said one of the Skandians in a low voice. "Ere comes one of Morganth's beauties."
Halt snorted. "Only a Skandian would find something that ugly to be beautiful," he said.
"I am sure he was being sarcastic dear," Pauline said softly. Halt snorted again.
"Oh no I doubt it they find themselves pretty to…and they ain't," Halt said. Will and Gilan snickered.
The Wargal had stopped on the far side of the fire. He grunted something unintelligible at the group of sea raiders. The one who had just spoken shrugged.
"Sorry, handsome. Will and Gilan snickered again. Didn't catch that," he said. There was an obvious note of hostility in his voice. The Wargal seemed to sense it. He repeated his statement, growing angry now. Again, the circle of Skandian warriors shrugged at him.
The Wargal grunted again, growing angrier by the minute. He gestured at the meat hanging over the fire, then at himself. He shouted at the Skandians now, making eating gestures.
Rodney grunted. "Don't you think he could have just done that in the first place dummy?" Rodney asked.
"As we said Rodney Wargals are notoriously stupid," Crowley said. Rodney snorted.
"Ugly brute wants our venison," said one of the Skandians. There was a low growl of dissent from the group.
"Let him catch his own," said the first man. The Wargal stepped inside the circle now. He had stopped shouting. He simply pointed to the meat, then turned his red, glaring eyes on the speaker. Somehow, the silence was more menacing than his shouting had been.
A shiver nearly ran down everyone's backs.
"Careful, Erak," warned one of the Skandians, "we're outnumbered here at the moment."
"Hello Erak nice to meet you," Will said sarcastically. Gilan was obviously very interested in what was being read and Halt wondered where the sudden interest came from.
Erak scowled at the Wargal for a second, then seemed to realize the wisdom of his friend's advice. He gestured angrily at the meat.
"Go on then. Take it," he said curtly. The Wargal stepped forward and snatched the wooden spit from the fire, taking a huge bite at the meat and tearing a large chunk loose. Even from where he was lying, scarcely daring to breath, Will could see the ugly light of triumph in the red animal eyes. Then the Wagal turned abruptly and bounded out of the circle, forcing several of the Skandians to move hurriedly aside to avoid being trampled on. They heard his guttural laugh as he faded into the darkness.
Cassandra leaned into Horace seeking his protection. Crowley shivered.
"Those things give me the creeps," he said shaking his head.
"You and me both," Gilan admitted. "Dad used to tell stories about the first war and any time he talked about the Wargals I would find a new place to be," Gilan said.
"Damn things give me the heebies," muttered Erak. "Don't know why we have to have anything to do with them."
This is where the sort of spoiler starts. It is kind of a implied hint
"Cause Horth don't trust Morgarath," one of the others told him. "If we're not along, those damn bear-men will keep all the plunder for themselves and all we'll get is the hard fighting at the Plains of Uthal."
Halt snorted. "Only an idiot would trust Morgarath," Halt said. Crowley coughed.
"Careful Halt being exiled for a second treason offense isn't a good idea," Crowley all.
"Oops did I say that out loud…sorry," Halt said. Will, Gilan, Horace, Cassandra, Alyss, and Jenny were all puzzled by Crowley's remark.
"There wasn't anything treason worthy there," Gilan said frowning. "Halt has a point," he added. Duncan snorted at Gilan.
"Drop it Gil…I will tell you later," Halt warned and Gil could tell by his tone he was serious.
"Ok," Gil said more than a little puzzled but not stupid enough to cross the line.
This is where the sort of spoiler ends
"And hard marching too," put in another. "Wouldn't be any fun with Horth's men either, working their way around Thorntree Forest to take the enemy in the rear. That's rough going, all right."
Will frowned as he heard that. Obviously, Morgarath and Horth, who, Will assumed, was a Skandian war leader, were planning another treacherous surprise for the kingdom's forces. He tried to picture a map of the countryside around the Plains of Uthal, but his memory was sketchy. Halt sighed and Will could tell Halt was a little annoyed with him. He wished he'd paid more attention to the geography lessons Halt had taught him.
Halt sighed again and held the bridge of his nose. Judging by Gilan's bright blushing he hadn't been paying much attention either.
"Why is geography so important?" he remembered asking his teacher.
"Maybe for a situation like this or maybe cause I said so," Halt said sarcastically. Will grinned sheepishly.
"Because maps are important if you want to know where your enemy is and where he's going," had been the reply. Glumly, Will realized now how right he had been. Halt had shaken his head at him then, in that mock serious way he had. Suddenly, thinking of his wise and capable teacher, Will felt very lonely and more than a little out of his depth.
"Not who is needing their ego to be in check?" Crowley said wirily.
"Crowley shut up," Halt said in the same wirily tone.
"Anyway," Erak was saying, "things'll be different when Olvak's men get here. Although they seem to be taking their damned time about it."
"Relax," said the other speaker. "It'll take a few days to get five hundred men up them South Cliffs. Think how long it took us."
"Yeah," said another. "But we were blazing a trail. All they'ave to do is follow it."
"Well, they can't get 'ere too soon for me," said Erak, rising and stretching. "I'm for sleep, lads, just as soon as I've done the necessaries."
"Gross," Jenny said making a face.
"I don't know what is worse their crudeness or their grammar," Alyss said.
"Well, don't do 'em 'here by the fire," said one of the others irritably. "Go up behind them rocks there."
"Are they drunk?" Pauline asked.
"They are Skandians they are almost always drunk," Halt replied and Gilan, Horace, and Will about lost it.
Horrified, Will realized that the Skandian had gestured toward the rocks where he was hiding. And now Erak, laughing at the other man, was turning and heading his way. It was definitely time to go. He scuttled backward a few meters, then crawling rapidly on his stomach, used all his training and natural skill to blend with the available cover.
He'd gone perhaps twenty meters when he heard a splashing sound from the spot where he'd been eavesdropping. Then he heard a contented sigh and, looking back, saw the shaggy –haired form of Erak silhouetted against the glow of the hundred or so campfires in the valley.
Realizingthat the Skandian was intent on what he was doing, Will slipped through the darkness and back into the tunnel. He went carefully for the first few meters, allowing his eyes to become accustomed to the dim light of the torches. Then he began to run, his soft hide boots making barely a noise on the sandy floor.
"Chapter is done," Alyss said closing the book.
Not much to say really other then sorry for taking so long.