Re: Part 66c - The art of war
James leads his troops up the side of Kolvir, moving as quickly as they are able. Callum urges him on, "The faster we get there, the more rest they can have before the enemy turns up."
Then he falls back to the end of the column to heckle any stragglers.
"Jakes! I thought you were always bragging about how good you are! How come everybody else is outrunning you?"
"Hells! You're ten years younger than me, and I'm outrunning you!"
Eventually, with the day drawing on, they make their way up through the gorge Callum had mentioned, and onto the plateau. It looks pretty much as it had been described - an open area, roughly oval, about two hundred by four hundred feet, bounded by dense forest on three sides, and by a cliff edge on the fourth. Approximately centred in the oval is a pile of rocks, vaguely resembling a short flight of stairs, only three steps high.
The entire area is dotted with boulders and low bushes. Beyond the clearing, perhaps a mile away, or less, the peak of Kolvir rises only about a hundred feet higher than the stair, barely discernible through curtains of rain.
The air up here is noticeably thinner than at sea level, but not enough that it should cause any problems for the troops.
James surveys the area, looking for defensive positions. Suddenly he feels a prickling on the back of his neck, and realises that everything has gone quiet. He turns, just as the creature staggers out from among the trees and stops, just a few feet from the tree line. Gazing at him with eyes which betray a certain degree of intelligence, despite being clouded by pain.
It's not as big as most people would imagine it. Almost delicate looking as it moves a few paces closer on small, sharp hooves. Its body is covered with scabs and weeping sores. Clearly it is sick, swaying slightly from side to side as it stops again to watch James.
The unicorn.