Free Honored Enemy by Raymond E. Feist Page B

on the man as to just how alien this world was, how far from home they were, and how trivial matters of honour and politics were at this moment.
    Asayaga also knew that Sugama had never experienced cold like this in his life.
    ‘It’s going to get colder tonight, cold enough that if you sleep, you die.’
    Sugama finally nodded.
    Asayaga said, ‘Good. I need you to help lead. If we are to survive, no man can question your orders. A man who hesitates, who looks to me or Tasemu to see if your order is to be obeyed may get all of us killed. I need you to follow me through this as if I were Ruling Lord of your House. If we survive to get home safely, then we resolve this matter as you like; I will publicly fight a duel, or you may return to the Minwanabi and ask them to send an assassin to kill 52

    me. Whatever your honour dictates. But I will let you return home freely and unencumbered if you serve the men who obey us now.’
    Sugama looked straight at him, stunned by the bluntness of Asayaga’s words.
    ‘We have no time,’ Asayaga repeated. ‘Will you co-operate?’
    Finally Sugama nodded. Without comment, Asayaga gave him a single nod in return, then moved back down the trail, rounding the bend. He knew Sugama was a Minwanabi spy, but he was also a Tsurani noble, and he would never violate this trust. Asayaga had nothing more to fear from him until they were safely behind their own lines. Then there would come a reckoning.
    One of his archers tensed, then lowered his bow, arms trembling, as they approached. The cold, the exhaustion, the fact that everyone was soaked to the skin was taking its toll. He had to seize the stockade or none of his command would survive the night.
    The last of his men came up, Asayaga looked at them inquiringly.
    ‘Not sure, Force Commander,’ one of them reported, ‘several times I thought I heard something . . .’ He shrugged. ‘It was hard to tell with this wind.’
    ‘They’re close,’ Tasemu interjected softly.
    Asayaga looked over. The old Strike Leader was staring at him with his one good eye. Tasemu had ‘the sense’.
    Asayaga nodded, ordering the men to gather around.
    ‘Good news,’ Asayaga announced. The men looked at him, shivering, pushed to the final limit of exhaustion.
    ‘I found a nice warm cabin ahead. A hot fire, dry bedding, plenty of cooked food, perhaps even some hot wine that will put the fire back in your bellies.’
    Some of them looked up, a few allowed their Tsurani impassivity to break with slight smiles.
    ‘We have to kill the owners first. Forest Demons.’
    They huddled in close as he explained what had to be done, gazing into their eyes, trying to judge their strength, and also the desperation needed to charge a position not properly scouted.
    The men formed up, the few carrying shields deployed to the front ranks, archers to the rear and flanks. As required by tradition he took the centre of the first rank of five.
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    There was no need to issue the command, he simply stepped forward, the tiny phalanx shuffled, stepping off to keep pace. He moved slowly at first, giving them a few extra minutes to get their wind even as they advanced up the steep slope.
    Finally they turned the last bend in the trail and the stockade was directly ahead. He continued the walking pace for a few more seconds, perhaps the guard would be looking the other way, but even as the thought formed the high piercing wail of a horn echoed.
    ‘Charge!’
    They sprinted straight for the gate, Asayaga leading the way, stumpy legs churning through the slushy snow. The range closed, fifty paces, forty, down to thirty. The lone guard raised a bow, took aim, and released the string. Asayaga heard the snap of the arrow hit the shield of the man next to him.
    The gate loomed up in front of them and Asayaga braced himself for the impact. Without slowing the phalanx crashed into the wooden barrier, over four tons of human flesh and armour acting as a battering ram.
    He had hoped that