Kira 3 · Part 1 (1/2)
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(story continues from Kira 2)
Part Three
"My Queen?"
For a moment, the woman standing in the center of the room seemed not to hear. Then, slowly, she turned, hands fumbling at a buckle for the armor she wore.
"What is it?"
"My Queen, you have a visitor."
The woman scowled. "Do I look like I have time for a visitor? Whoever it is, get rid of them."
"Yes, my Queen. I will tell Her Majesty you are not accepting visitors today."
The woman in the center of the room froze. "Her…?"
"Her Majesty, my Queen. Rest assured, I will show proper respect when I tell her you are unable to see her at this time."
"Do that," the woman growled, "and I will have you dragged through the city by your heels. Escort her to me now."
"Yes, my Queen." Looking puzzled, the servant left the room, returning moments later with the guest in tow.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty."
"Good," the armored woman said with a smile, "now that's over. Think you can help me with this damn buckle?"
Returning the smile, her guest stepped toward her, brushing her hands away and fastening the offending buckle with a practiced twist of her fingers. "You really should get that replaced, Your Majesty."
The armored woman frowned. "Enough titles," she said sternly. "It's good to see you, Kira."
Kira nodded slowly. "As you wish," she said, "though I have never addressed you as anything other than Your Majesty, or my Queen."
The other woman returned the nod. "But," she replied, "that was when you were an officer in my service. Now you are a queen in your own right, which means you may call me Lykopis."
Kira smiled. "Lykopis it is, then. And you really should get that buckle replaced."
Lykopis grinned. "Thing hasn't worked right since it deflected that sword blade during the fight for Myonaris. But enough of that. How are you, my friend? And how is your mate?"
Kira grinned. "My husband," she replied, placing deliberate emphasis on the second word, "is fine, as am I."
"And what brings you to see me now, in the middle of a war?"
"The war brings me," Kira replied. "I am here to inform you that my husband even now marshalls his forces to march to your aid. He does this in recognition of our treaty of peace and assistance." Her grin returned. "And in recognition of the fact that I would never forgive him if he didn't."
Lykopis frowned. "There was a time," she said, "when even the suggestion that we needed the help of men would be grounds for banishment. Times, however, have changed. My forces are outnumbered, and we have already been pushed back from the border. Our enemy has captured several outlying towns."
"Your enemy." Kira nodded slowly. "Lkauglin of Gruidor. Darin, my husband, has had dealings with this one before. I believe there are scores to settle there."
"When," Lykopis asked, "can we expect assistance from the forces of Eshoania?"
"Darin's forces," Kira replied, "are only beginning to gather. It will be several days before the army is ready to march, several more before they cross the border. Altogether, I would estimate at least two weeks before they reach the fighting. The cavalry will come ahead, but even they will need a week."
"A lot of lives can be lost in a week," Lykopis said slowly. "And a lot of land."
"True," Kira agreed, "but there is another element that you can count on much sooner than that." She grinned. "Me."
Lykopis stared. "My friend," she said, "you have always been brave, but even you cannot hope to slow this enemy by yourself."
"I won't have to. I brought a newly formed unit of our army with me. Fortunately, they were on training maneuvers when we received word, which means they were ready to move out at once." She smiled. "I think you'll like them. The unit was formed as a gift to me by my husband. We call them the She Wolves."
"Situation?"
Without looking up, Kira gestured toward the map spread across the table. "Your troops have made it out of the central pass, and they're starting to reform. According to our scouts, Lkauglin's main force has yet to enter."
Lykopis nodded. "He has to take the pass," she observed. "It would take him several days to march around."
"My She Wolves are positioned at the narrowed part of the pass," Kira said, "with a strong force of your infantry. Their orders are to hold as long as they can, then fall back as slowly as possible, to give the rest of your forces time to regroup. And Darin should be here by morning with the Eshoanian cavalry."
"I've ordered everything concentrated on the pass," Lykopis said. "It's the only way a large force can get past that ridge. Oh, there's a couple hunting trails, but only a small force could get through there, nothing we can't handle."
A sound made the two turn, only to see armed men burst into the tent. Cursing, they tried to draw weapons, but the men were on them too quickly. Fists lashed out, and both women dropped to the ground, stunned.
"Very good," an officer observed. "Now, let's get them out of here before they recover enough to call for help."
"What's going on?"
The woman at the map barely glanced up. "We've had an incident," she said.
"Incident?" Darin glanced at the officers crowding the tent. "From the looks on your faces, you've had a disaster. Now tell me what happened."
The woman looked up at this. "I serve Queen Lykopis," she said, her voice cold. "I do not answer to any man."
"Fine. And what were her orders concerning me?"
The woman frowned. "You were to be given joint command on your arrival," she said slowly.
Darin smiled. "Which means you do answer to me, by your queen's orders." He looked more closely at the woman. "Aren't you the one who arrested my wife? Cathyia, isn't it?"
Cathyia nodded. "I am. But, as you know, I only did so because I was following orders. I have long been proud to call Lakira my friend."
Darin returned the nod. "Apology accepted," he said. "Now, what's got all of you so troubled?"
Cathyia glanced away. "Late yesterday afternoon," she replied, "a small enemy force infiltrated this camp using one of the old hunters' trails over the ridge. Somehow, they managed to overpower the guards outside this tent, after which they abducted those within."
"Meaning Queen Lykopis and my wife." Silently, Cathyia nodded. "And your plans to rescue them?"
"We have none. We believe an attempt to use the same trails to locate and free the prisoners would be unsuccessful. Having used them himself, Lkauglin will no doubt have the other end of the trail heavily guarded, making it impossible for a suitably small force to slip through. If the prisoners are still alive, our only chance to free them is to force the pass."
"Agreed," Darin said, looking at the map. "My cavalry stands ready to assist, and my foot soldiers will be here by end of day tomorrow." Seeing the looks of surprise caused by this last, he smiled. "These are Eshoanian infantry, ladies," he said. "There isn't an army in the world that can cover ground like they can. Now, where are my wife's Wolves?"
Cathyia pointed. "They hold the pass, along with a large infantry force."
"And their condition?"
"Your wife," came the reply, "arrived with slightly over one hundred warriors. Of these, perhaps sixty remain able to fight, although all of them has received at least minor wounds." She shook her head. "They have refused relief, and their defense has more the aspect of attack. They have to be exhausted by now, but they refuse to stop fighting."
"They know what's at stake. Ok, let's decide what we're going to do once my infantry arrives. And I'd like to get a message to the Wolves."
"I had thought to bag a queen, but I hardly expected to wind up with two of them."
Lkauglin gazed thoughtfully at the two women who stood before him, their hands bound behind them with rough rope. The women glared back, seemingly unfazed by their nakedness.
"You," he said, glancing at Lykopis, "I expected. But you," his eyes turned to Kira, "are a most pleasant surprise indeed. How is it that the famous Queen Kira stands at the side of the very Amazon who cast her out?"
"The fact that I stand here is enough," Kira replied, her voice cold. "It should also be enough to make you see the mistake you have made. Her forces will stop at nothing to see her free. And as for me…"
"As for you," Lkauglin broke in, "the good King Darin will no doubt add his strength to the attempt, once he learns of your capture." He shrugged. "No matter. I have prepared too well for this war, and not even the armies of Eshoania can save the Amazons from defeat. As for the two of you, you will make fine bargaining chips. And afterwards…" Lkauglin grinned, then gestured to the women's guards. "Take them," he commanded. "Put them someplace safe, and make sure they have no way to escape. But be careful how you touch them. They're mine now, and nobody will enjoy them before I do."
"Your Majesty."
Darin glanced up from the map. "Stop saluting, Mina," he said softly. "And sit down. You look exhausted. How fare the Wolves?"
"They fight," was the reply, "and they will continue to fight until Her Majesty is free."
Darin shook his head. "Tomorrow morning," he said, "the Wolves will retreat."
Mina's eyes widened. "Your Majesty," she protested, "we cannot."
"You can," Darin told her, "and you will. Our infantry has begun arriving. By dark, they'll all be in position." He nodded toward the map. "My spearmen now block the end of the pass, with Amazon support on both flanks. Remember that move we practiced last month?"
Mina's mouth curled into a smile that held nothing of humor. "The She Wolves," she said, her voice cold, "would never accept retreat. But a trap…"
"Again."
Turning her head, Lykopis glared over her shoulder. "Are you serious? Last time we tried, I got a splinter in my ass."
"Well, keep your ass out of the way this time."
The two women sat back to back in the center of a small room. Between them, a slender pole stretched from floor to ceiling. Lykopis' arms had been drawn back and bound, the connecting rope passing across Kira's stomach. Her legs stretched out in front of her, bound at knee and ankle. Kira, wearing identical bonds, bent her knees until her feet rested flat on the floor. With a soft sigh, Lykopis did the same.
"Ready? Now!"
Moving together, the two women pressed their feet against the floor. Muscles quivering, they slowly pushed themselves up, shuffling and bouncing to bring their feet closer to the pole, until, finally, they stood.
"It worked," Lykopis sighed with relief. "Now what?"
"This." Kira pulled forward, and then suddenly lunged backwards with all her strength. With a loud crack, the slender pole between them snapped, sending the two women crashing to the floor, the impact stunning both.
"Lykopis," Kira finally said, feeling the other woman moving feebly beneath her, "are you alright?"
"You," came the dazed sounding reply, "need to lose weight. Get off of me. And why didn't you tell me what you were going to do?"
"Didn't want to get your hopes up," Kira replied as the two women squirmed their way to a seated position. "Now that's over, the rest should be less painful. Brace yourself so I don't shove you."
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