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Show "She talks to them in the next valley by magic," the sentinel whispered, looking up at the herder out of the corner of his eyes. "What say you, demon?" shouted the Seljuk at the woman on the cliff. "Jothra sues now for peace," the herder shouted. "He has lost the duel..." "A curse on your peace!" screamed Zud at her with lips pulled back and jaws snapping. He shook a fist in the air, giving her the full benefit of his' brilliant teeth. "A curse, a curse!" echoed the Seljuk. "Jothra be not dead?" called Elsen, in hopeful tones. " . . . n o t dead, wounded." The herder's answer floated down to them. "He sues for p e a c e . . ." "Peace!" cried Zud. "And we right ready for battle?" He snapped his teeth together and looked around at the army in the valley in outrage. Meanwhile, the rumor of King Jothra's death spread through the Provincials in the valley and they began to surge here and there in chaotic groups. The Seljuk swung around to the baggage company. "Ho there!" she screamed. "Get ye the carts this way!" She turned triumphantly to Zud and Elsen. "We make a ramp up to the YellowBison backs and then we_ j*£ up and over them! " Carts, horses, foot soldiers, and mounted knights began to surge toward Kyoto pass. A company of foot soldiers were put to arranging the carts in position. In an effort to stem the tide, the herders on the cliffs moved the bison into the valley from behind. This scattered the crush at first and then the ponderous beasts threatened to overrun the baggage company. Cooks and orderlies screamed and ran in all directions. 271 |
