Modesitt, L.E. - The Saga of Recluce 09 - Colors of Chaos by Modesitt L.E

Author:Modesitt, L.E.
Language: eng
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follow me back to the second hill-all but the two squads with Riser." He paused.

"You ready, Hiser?"

"Yes, ser." The subofficer gave a quick nod, his eyes going to the lancers who flanked him.

Whhssst! Cerryl arched another fireball toward the Spidlarians. It fell well short, as he knew it would, but the lancers slowed as the green grass burned for a time, with a thick grayish smoke that quickly faded and then dissipated. "Let's fall back." Cerryl turned the gelding. "Hiser . .. have your group hold here as long as you can without losing anyone, then ride back to our position."

That would spend the horses more than Cerryl would have liked, but he didn't want a fallback to turn into a pell-mell retreat, and having two squads remaining to "hold" the lower rise might ensure a more orderly retreat. If you're lucky.

"We'll hold 'em long enough for you to re-form, ser," Hiser promised.

"Don't hold too lone," Cerryl answered. "The idea is to avoid losing men."

Riser nodded.

Cerryl wanted to wince. "I meant that."

"Yes, ser."

With a nod, Cerryl turned the chestnut and rode alongside Ferek, glancing over his shoulder. With the "retreat" of the White Lancers, the Spidlarian forces began to urge their mounts into a quick trot up the hillside.

Cerryl reined up, then cast a last firebolt. Whhsttt!

"Aeiii..."

More by luck than skill, the wobbly sphere of chaos fire enveloped a blue lancer more than twenty cubits in front of the others. Cerryl was gratified to note that the blues' advance slowed.

Almost with each of the gelding's hoofbeats on the road through the vale toward the higher hill to the southeast Cerryl looked back over his shoulder, nearly bouncing off the trotting mount. The dust burned his eyes, and his throat felt almost clogged with the reddish stuff.

After what seemed the entire afternoon, Ferek's lancers turned and re-formed on the higher hillcrest, barely getting into formation before Hiser's squad galloped back uphill, at least several men short.

"Lost a few, ser," Hiser said as he wheeled and drew up beside Cerryl. "The blues are a-coming fast."

"Let's hope they're coming fast enough." Cerryl began to muster chaos around him, so much that he could feel the air tingle.

Although the quick-moving Spidlarians were still more than half a kay away from Cerryl's position on a still relatively low crest, now more than twenty cubits higher than the road below, the first Spidlarian lancers found themselves riding closer and closer together, forced nearer and nearer to one another by the narrowing of the swale that wasn't really even a true valley.

Whhsstt! The firebolt arced into the middle of the horsemen, flaring into a mushroom-shaped flame.

The screams were faint and quick, but the riders swerved around the blazing figures and the grass on either side of the road, and the Spidlarian advance slowed just slightly.

"Darkness ... he got near on a score ..."

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