ago, the Cosians had landed. This suggested that
either Ar’s Station was to be sacrificed in these harsh games, or that it was
the thinking of Ar’s commanders that a move to Brundisium would lift the siege
of Ar’s Station, the Cosians there perhaps then being withdrawn to protect
Brundisium. Such a move, of course, might isolate the Cosian main forces, both
depriving them from their fellows at Ar’s Station. I did not doubt,
incidentally, that the military might which Ar now had in the north, if it were
what it was said to be, would be sufficient to take Brundisium. The (pg.37)
objections to this strategy, of course, were obvious. Ar’s bastion on the Vosk,
Ar’s Station, was being treated as expendable, which it was not, if Ar wished to
maintain its power in the Vosk Basin. Even if Brundisium should fall, this would
not be likely to keep open her lines of communication and supply. Similarly, Ar,
lacking a sizable navy, had no way to follow up the capture of Brundisium,
either by interdicting the coast or attempting an invasion of Cos.
The major objection, of course, was that this move exposed Ar herself to the
main force of Cosians, which was in the vicinity of Torcadino. It was almost as
though the officers of Ar were content to exchange Ar for a port, and one which,
strictly, was not even a Cosian port. If this were the case, however, that Ar
was advancing on Brundisium, I had, interestingly enough, heard nothing of it.
By now, in the normal course of events, given Ar’s start, and the typical
marches of armies, she would have had time to reach not only Ar’s Station but
even Brundisium, much farther away.
I did not know where the main force of Ar was. In this sense I was confronted
with a mystery, at least as far as my own limited information went. Perhaps, for
some reason, the forces of Ar were intending to relieve Ar’s Station from the
west, thus interposing themselves between the siege forces of Cos and their
likely routes of escape, either substantially west by southwest to Brundisium or
more to the southwest, toward Torcadino. If this were the case, however, it
seemed that we should, by nor, have heard something to this effect. Indeed, if
this were true, it seems that Ar, by now, should have appeared on the western
flank of the Cosians.
“I fear for Ar’s Station,” said the porter.
“How is that?” I asked.
“I do not think she can long hold out,” he said. “The attackers are numerous.
The defenders are thinned. The walls are weakened. New breaches are made daily.
In places they are being mined. Fires have occurred in the city, from saboteurs,
from fire javelins, from flame baskets catapulted over the walls. There is
starvation in the city. If the forces of Ar do not soon raise the siege, I think
she must succumb.”
“I see,” I said.
(pg.38) “Too,” said he, “the fighting, in which civilians have participated, has
been lengthy and bitter. The men of Cos expected an easier time of it. Their
losses have been heavy. They will not be pleased.”
I nodded.
“I would not care to be there when the gate gives way,” he said.
“It is late,” I said.
He then opened the door in the interior gate. “The keeper’s desk, and the paga
room,” said he, “are in the building to the right.”
I looked out through the door, into the court of the inn. I was soaked to the
skin. It was still raining heavily. It was dry, at least, in the covered,
shedlike entrance way, between the gates. The inn itself, aside from certain
ancillary buildings, was built of heavy logs, and in two parts, or structures,
with a common, peaked roof, and an open space, covered from above by the roof,
between the two parts. Each part, or structure, contained perhaps three or four
floors, possibly joined by ladders. It was about a hundred feet between the door
in the interior gateway, where I stood, and, to the right, the covered way
between the separate parts of the inn.
Linda Howard, Marie Force