Wrath of a Mad God by Raymond E. Feist Read Free Book Online Page B

wherethe raiders were positioning themselves, he realized he was being flanked. If he wasn’t careful, the enemy he had left behind would use his retreating men as a screen, allowing them to loop around and hit Kaspar’s position from the rear.
    “You, you, and you,” Jommy said, pointing at the three nearest soldiers, two from Roldem and one from Kesh, “follow me.” He gave a great war cry and charged at the closest raider.
    From behind him he heard one of the soldiers from Roldem shout, “Are you mad?”
    Jommy shouted back, “I want them to think so!”
    The others followed and Jommy raced straight at the pirates who, seeing the men running straight at them, braced themselves for a charge. Just short of contact, Jommy shouted, “Run!” and turned and fled back up the beach toward the hillside where Kaspar and Stefan were organizing a defensive position. A quick glance over his shoulder made Jommy wonder at the futility of that: the creature was becoming ever more enraged, thrashing out at anyone within reach. The only benefit this gave to Kaspar’s forces was that the raiders now had to consider the monster as much as the men they were fighting. The difference was that Kaspar could organize his forces and pull them up the hillside to the base camp on the ridge a mile away if he had to. The raiders had nowhere to go but try to launch the boats, but now two of them were flaming from the horror’s touch and no man looked willing to brave getting past it to the remaining boats. Some would no doubt flee up the coast to where the fourth boat had landed, but Jommy doubted it could hold all who wanted to escape the monster.
    “They’ll be coming this way in moments,” he shouted. “Get to the General and dig in!”
    Already fatigued from the short but intense struggle on the beach, men ran uphill in the mud, and suddenly Jommy realized there was no sound of fighting behind him. All he could hear was the echoing bellows of the monster, the rain in the woods above, and the panting of men nearly out of breath as they struggled to get to safety.
    They reached Kaspar’s position and saw men furiouslymaking defensive positions, with brush and rocks and digging small trenches with swords and daggers. All the while the bowmen struggled to keep their strings dry enough to be effective against the enemy who were surely only moments behind those coming up the hill.
    “Here they come!” shouted Kaspar.
    Jommy reached the first line of defenders and turned. A knot of raiders had formed at the base of the path and were fanning out to attack. He glanced to the north and saw another band of raiders fleeing for the remaining boat. As if reading his thoughts, Kaspar said, “If we get through this we’ll send a squad that way to round up any stragglers.”
    “Why shouldn’t we get through this, General?” asked Servan, still out of breath.
    “They’re attacking uphill and we’re ready,” said Jommy.
    “I’m not worried about those cutthroats,” said Kaspar. “It’s the thing following them that bothers me. It’s stopped getting bigger, but it’s setting fire to everything it touches.”
    “And we’re standing uphill,” said Captain Stefan.
    “Ah, maybe we should pull back and get on the other side of the ridge?” observed Jommy.
    “No time,” said Kaspar. “Archers!” he shouted.
    A few arrows arched overhead and the attackers scattered, but the bow fire was ineffective. “Damn rain,” said Servan.
    The men hurrying up the hill looked at those waiting for them and just kept coming. Jommy flexed his knees, his sword ready to parry or strike; and then it struck him. The only battle cries were from his own men: those coming at them were laboring, their panting breath barely able to meet the demands of the climb, let alone enabling them to shout or scream. There was a grim resignation on their faces. They were determined but they didn’t show the usual edge of madness that Jommy had seen in other