Jerem Cozak smiled, then sobered.
“And while their ramps are lowered we have our opportunity. To disable their
artillery we must claim the ships. To gain their holds we must take the ramps. Only
five ships can ever dock at once. We must be quick. We must overwhelm.
In
a few minutes two of the Never-born will come to each of you. Carry them atop
your beast. Charge the ramps. Press as far inward as you can. Do you
understand? Not all will be armed, but all will try to stop you. When you can press
no further, deliver the Never-born to the nearest hatch and ladder. Hold your
position. With the artillery disabled, the infantry will charge the ramps
behind you and finish off the fighting.
Are
we ready? Form up!”
I
shouldered my lightspear, and turned.
After
the first Free City, we had marched and fought for twenty days. We claimed
thirty fortification in that time and fifty thousand additional souls. We did
not stop for nightfall. We did not stop for anything but to fight and gain more
converts. Jerem Cozak said it was the White Swarm that kept us on our feet, that
let us sleep even as we marched. But I will always suspect the Never-born could
have done it on their own. Marcus was relentless. The infantry marched in the
vanguard and did the scouting and led the fighting hand-to-hand. They did not
even have mastodons to ride. I had thought Julius exaggerating when he said
that they had taken the cities of the Profuse Hand in three days and nights of
fighting. Now I saw that it was true.
The
trees grew larger and more numerous. The Fackablest swallowed all of us,
thousands upon thousands of human beings insignificant in the vastness of such
wilderness. We lost sight of the mountains. We lost sight of the stars. Between
the cities we saw nothing but the endless carpet of pine needles and tangled
roots and the river on our right and the high boughs of pines sighing in winds
we could not even feel, so dense was this domain. If there were strange and
ancient creatures hidden in that forest, we never learned it. There were watches
where it seemed we were the only living beings in the world. But the river
grew. More streams rushed to join it. Day by day the ground grew softer beneath
our feet and the air wetter in our lungs.
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