The Wardog's Coin by Vox Day

Author:Vox Day [Day, Vox]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781935929970
Publisher: Marcher Lord Hinterlands
Published: 2013-03-26T05:00:00+00:00

I don’t think I even killed a single orc in that last assault. Blade dancing might sound like some sort of thing fairies do, but it’s truly a sight to see. Those elf swords cut through iron as easily as good steel cuts through cloth.

The elf king didn’t kill three orcs in one blow like the other elf, the one with the ribbons, did with the gobbos, but he must have cut down at least twenty that I saw with my own eyes, and probably twice that many that I didn’t. I tried to stay close to him in case he got into trouble, but it soon became obvious that he needed my help about as much as Bigarse needs my help with a flagon of ale. It turned out that three-to-five isn’t actually a fair fight, after all, not if you’ve got the Royal bloody Bodyguard of Merithaim as your van.

Seeing the rest of his cavalry and more than half of his infantry destroyed finally convinced Ulgor to give up. The elves was sensible and didn’t chase him. They just sent a few scouts to harry him along and see that he didn’t change his mind. I figured the orc chieftain lost three hundred boars, thirty-five hundred goblins, and around four hundred orcs, which was damn near half his army. He might not care about the loss of the gobbos, but losing all his heavy cavalry would keep him from sniffing around the elflands for a while.

Not that it was any concern of mine or the Company’s, of course. Now that Ulgor was retreating with his tail between his legs, there was a good chance we’d be free to go home too. I heaved a mighty sigh and wiped the sweat from my eyes. The elf king might be glad he had our swords when he needed them, but I didn’t get the sense that the elves liked us all that much more than they liked the breeds. But I had to admit, they came to our aid when we’d needed it most.

Now I had the after-battle task I hated most: totting up who had drawn the Black Queen.

Bigarse drew her. Capitaine would have to promote someone from the ranks. Looked like he took an axe, the way his skull was damn near split in two. Reposer en paix, caporal. You was a good one.

Shady was dead too. He was lying underneath the corpse of a boar, not far from the corpse of a boar rider with one of Shady’s knives in its eye. He said the failure with the other boar pen had been the mage’s fault, not his, and I believed him. I'd be sneaking out of the barracks alone next winter.

The Bastard was dead, gutted by a pair of tusks. Heimet was dead. Being in the reserve hadn’t kept him alive. Gille la Guillée was all right. He took a trotter to the head when we was run over and missed the rest of the fight, but he’d be fine.

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