Iron and Magic
“Vampires don’t swim,” he said. “No air in the lungs. They sink to the bottom, so they will have to wade through. Considering the distance and typical vampire speed under water, they are likely to be under between ten and twenty seconds. In lab trials, that was enough to cause critical damage. The trick is raising the concentration high enough. The higher the concentration, the more effective the bacteria will be. The bacteria will need food to multiply. Our supplies of undead blood are limited.”
“We have some blood and bones in storage. We’ll add what we can.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you think it will be long enough?” she asked.
“We will find out,” he said.
They followed the cart again. Dread settled on Elara and weighed her down. Two more weeks. Less now, one week and six days. There were other preparations to be made. The preparation for when everything went wrong. The memory of the ice flickered over her mind. She didn’t want to do it again. She didn’t want to remember what it was like but knowing she might have to gnawed at her.
“What if we sank some concertina wire?” she asked. “It’s a long flexible razor wire that comes in coils. Military grade.”
“I know what concertina wire is. How much do you have?”
“I don’t know. It comes in 50-foot bails,” she said. “We have a warehouse of it.”
He stared at her.
“We bought it off a derelict prison,” she said. “We meant to use it as a wolf deterrent, but wildlife and livestock kept getting caught in it and it was cruel, so we didn’t.”
He looked to the sky and laughed.
“I don’t see what’s so funny.”
He turned to her. “I’m trying to save us. Had I known we had concertina wire, I would’ve planned our defenses differently.”
She shrugged.
“I can’t effectively protect us if you keep relevant information from me,” he said.
“You seem to be doing fine,” she told him.
“You really are a harpy, you know that?”
“If you want to know if we have something, Preceptor, I suggest you use your words and ask. We do not volunteer information, because we don’t trust you. The only way to change that is by demonstrating your intentions and following through.”
Hugh shook his head. “I had a crazy thought.”
“By all means, do share it.”
“What if I’m dead and this is purgatory, and you’re my punishment?”
“I doubt it,” she told him.
“Why?”
“Because if I’m your punishment, you’re mine. The Christian god is the god of forgiveness. He is too kind to do this, even to us.”
He laughed again.
The fog parted, and a creature landed next to them, a shaggy, dark meld of human and wolf. The shapeshifter contorted, collapsing into a human shape. A nude woman shook herself, as if trying to fling the last of the fur from her skin. Karen, Elara remembered. One of Hugh’s scouts.
“Found them,” she said. “Fifteen clicks north at the Rooster ley line point.”
High turned to her. “Call your people. We have a strategy to plan.”
Elara slumped in the chair. Her feet still hurt. She nudged her sandals off, let them drop, and curled her toes.
The study was full. Savannah sat in an overstuffed chair to Elara’s right, perfectly dressed, her make up unsmudged. The only indication of the late hour was her loose hair that framed her face like a halo. Johanna perched on the table to Elara’s left, in her usual spot. Stoyan sat next to Savannah. He’d glanced in Johanna’s direction once when he came in and then proceeded to look everywhere else. Not fooling anyone. Across from Stoyan, Bale, who had come in a few minutes ago looking hung over, slumped forward in his chair, his head on the table, resting on his crossed arms. Felix, a quiet shadow, leaned against the wall behind Bale. Karen, the female werewolf scout, paced the length of the study, newly dressed.
Across from Elara, at the other end of the table, Hugh studied Baile’s map. He looked thoughtful. Hugh could twist his face into any expression he wanted. The man was a chameleon. She had seen him go from terrifying to aw shucks, I’m just a dumb oaf in a blink, but the unguarded moments like this, when he forgot to put on a show, and his intelligence shone through, were her favorite.
Favorite. Ugh. She snapped herself back to reality. It was the fatigue. She was so tired, she could barely see straight.
Lamar hurried into the room, Dugas following him. She had a feeling those two plotted together a lot more than anyone realized.
“Bale?” Stoyan asked.
The berserker snored.
“Is he hung over?” Elara asked quietly.
“No. It’s the battle warp,” Hugh said. “Wears him out.”
Johanna leaned forward, trying to read their lips. Elara signed to her, recounting the conversation.
“He’s good for a bit, but then he crashes,” Lamar added.
Hugh took a carafe from the table, poured a cup of black coffee, walked over to Bale, and put his hand on Bale’s shoulder.
The berserker raised his head, blinking his eyes.
Hugh put the coffee in front of him.
Bale nodded, sniffled, and gulped the coffee.
“You all know why you’re here,” Hugh said. “We have a date with Landon Nez in two weeks. Karen?”
“He is camped at the Rooster ley point,” the werewolf said. “There isn’t much there except a small village, a couple dozen buildings at most and a supply station.”
“Slow down,” Elara told her. She had gotten adept at signing over the years, but she was tired and thinking and signing at the same time took all of her concentration.
“Sorry.” The werewolf continued slower. “The security is tight, so I couldn’t get close. He’s shipping vampires in twenty-foot metal freight containers, five per container. I counted twenty-four containers, and more were coming in.”
A hundred and twenty vampires. A single vampire was not an issue. Ten vampires would be too much even for her. Ripping their magic out took an effort, and while she was busy with the first five, the rest of them would get by her, scale the walls, get into the castle… If Hugh’s water trap didn’t work, and even fifty vampires made it over the wall, Baile would become a killing box, even with all of the Iron Dogs in it.
She checked Hugh’s face. He didn’t seem worried.
“How many people?” Lamar asked.
“Too many,” Karen said. “I’d estimate at least three hundred if not more. The place was dead last time we surveilled it and now it’s Saturday morning market.”
“He is bringing the entire Legion?” Stoyan asked.
“Probably,” Hugh said.
“Lots of black and purple,” Karen said. “He definitely brought the Cleaning Crew.”
“The Cleaning Crew?” Savannah asked.
“The Legion has three components,” Lamar explained. “The navigators, which are Masters of the Dead and the journeymen; the undead; and the Cleaning Crew, human shock troops that follow the vampires and kill anything they leave behind.”
“How good are they?” Dugas asked.
“Decent,” Stoyan said. “Not a problem for us one-on-one.”
“It’s never one-on-one,” Bale said. “It’s always one of us and four of them.”
“The Cleaning Crew is expendable,” Hugh said. “Nez is pragmatic. Undead are expensive, humans are cheap.”
“Also,” Karen said, “I saw Halliday.”
Bale cursed.
“Are you sure?” Lamar asked.
“I’m sure,” Karen said. “It was her. Unless you know some other middle-aged dark-haired bitch, who travels with Nez and carries around a pair of Chinese crested dogs.”
“You saw the dogs?” Felix asked.
“Saw, smelled, heard. It’s Halliday.”
Elara looked at Hugh.
“Beastmaster,” he said. “Roland likes to use magical animals in his wars. She is his wrangler.”
“What kind of magical beasts?” Dugas asked.