Questing Sucks! Book II by Kevin Weinberg

Author:Kevin Weinberg [Weinberg, Kevin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
Publisher: Sehn Books
Published: 2015-04-25T07:00:00+00:00

Calen motioned with his hand. For the next several minutes, he waited while his forces slowed to a halt. He twisted in his saddle to look at Prince Saerith, who sat on his large chestnut-colored dray, the horse’s back rigid with confidence.

In just a few days, Calen had led Prince Saerith’s army across the valley of Hahl. Now, they would make their way through the low, rocky pass that wrapped around the Jinkar Forest; although the Jinkar forest was the quicker route back to the Harrow plains, it was unsuitable for travel by horse. Yet even taking the longer route, at this maddening pace they were but a few days’ ride from Koringrath, then another few to Elvar, where hopefully they would arrive well ahead of the hawk’s forces.

“Why have we stopped, Calen?” Saerith asked.

“My prince,” Calen began, “we need to water the horses, and our soldiers need rest. At the rate we’re pressing them, our warriors will be too exhausted to fight. We have been traveling for sixteen hours a day.”

Saerith hopped off his warhorse then retrieved a water skin from the pouch at his steed’s side. Taking a large gulp, he wiped his lips and then returned the water skin to the pouch.

“Believe me, Sword Calen, I would prefer nothing more than a slow relaxing ride to Elvar, but in case you have forgotten, there is a an army large enough to strike fear into the Gods on its way, and if we do not arrive ahead of time, our people will be struck dead without warning.”

Saerith’s insult stung Calen, but he would not show a temper to his prince. Still, he could not deny that he felt snubbed by the remark, because of course he was aware of the gravity of the situation; it was all that occupied his dreams—his nightmares. But what good would it do to arrive ahead of the assault if the army fell ill and could not fight due to sickness and exhaustion?

“You look upset,” Saerith said with a sigh. “I did not mean to use such a tone with you. I’m just…”

Calen held up his hand. “Please, you do not need to apologize to me. And I understand your frustration. I too feel betrayed.”

Saerith nodded. Calen watched as the prince disdainfully glanced over his shoulder towards the tail end of their formation, where just a thousand Kingdom soldiers, led by the human field officer, Rillith, traveled with them to Elvar.

“The nerve,” Saerith said, a searing heat in his voice. “When the Hawk laid siege to Hahl, I gathered every last elf I could and threw my men at the enemy to aid the humans. And how do they repay us? By sending us a single division of poorly trained recruits?”

Calen shared in the prince’s anger. Once again, the humans had shown their true colors. The attack on Hahl had turned out to be just a ploy to divert attention from their real target: the elven capital. Calen blamed himself for not figuring it out sooner.

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