Sherwood Smith Quote

Slowly the big gates opened. Red-gold fire glow from inside silhouetted a number of figures who moved out toward the bridge, where the strengthening light picked out the drawn swords, the spears, the dark cloaks, and the helmed heads of the Renselaeus warriors. They were wearing their own colors, and battle gear. No liveries, no pretense of being mere servants. In the center of their formation were Khesot and the four others--unarmed.There were no shouts, no trumpets, nothing but the ringing of iron-shod boots on the stones of the bridge, and the clank of ready weaponry.Could we rescue them? I could not see Khesot’s face, but in the utter stillness with which they stood, I read hopelessness.I readied myself once again--Then from the center of their forces stepped a single equerry, with a white scarf tied to a pole. He started up the path that we meant to descend. As he walked the light strengthened, now illuminating details. Still with that weird detachment I looked at his curly hair, the freckles on his face, his small nose. I thought, and then winced the thought away. We were not Galdran. I waited.He stopped not twenty-five paces from me and said loudly, Countess, we request a parley.Which made it obvious they knew we were there.Questions skittered through my mind. Had Khesot talked? How otherwise could the enemy have seen us? The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.I stood up. Here. State your message.A choice. You surrender, and your people can then disperse to their homes. Otherwise, we start with them. He pointed to the bridge. Then everyone else. He lifted his hand, indicating the ridge up behind us.I turned, and shock burned through me when I saw an uncountable host lined along the rocks we’d descended from half a night ago.They had us boxed.Which meant that we had walked right into a waiting trap.I looked down at the bridge again. Through the curtain of rain the figures were clearer now. Khesot, in the center, stood next to a tall slim man with pale yellow hair.I closed my eyes, fought for control, then opened my eyes again. Everyone goes to their homes? Including Khesot and the four down there?Everyone, the boy said flatly, except you, Countess.