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The Battle for Bone
Bish and Bone: Book 10
By Craig Halloran
The Battle for Bone:
Bish and Bone Book #10
By Craig Halloran
Copyright © 2017 by Craig Halloran
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TWO-TEN BOOK PRESS
P.O. Box 4215, Charleston, WV 25364
ISBN eBook: 978-1-946218-09-4
ISBN Paperback: 978-1-946218-10-0
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Edited by Rachel Hert
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Publisher's Note
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
MAP of Bish
DS LOGO
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
EPILOGUE
FROM THE AUTHOR
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MAP of Bish
DS LOGO
CHAPTER 1
In the barren stretch of the outlands, Georgio brushed his curly, sweat-drenched locks out of his eyes. With Lefty Lightfoot standing beside him, the pair, man and halfling, made an insignificant shield in front of the young giant, Barton. The striders, dozens, had encircled them all. Spears ready, the bug-faced mantis-like men advanced. Clutching his sword, Georgio said, “What are you doing, Kocus? Just leave us and the giant be, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Hauk! Hauk! Hauk! Kill the giant!” the leader of the striders, Kocus, hollered out. “Step aside, human.” The four-armed strider, with extra-long legs, cocked back two spears at the same time and launched them at Barton. The spears sailed true, imbedding themselves deep in the meat of the giant’s forearms, which shielded his face.
The towering Barton, standing over ten feet in height, let out a howl of rage. His burned face and drooping eye, wounds suffered long ago, lit up from an inner fire. “Stop attacking me!”
Georgio swatted a strider’s spear aside. “Stay back!”
“Step aside, human.” Kocus’s bug eyes narrowed on Georgio as he made clicking sounds with his mouth. “Or you will die in one hundred pieces. So will the halfling.”
“I don’t owe that giant anything,” Lefty said to Georgio. “I’d rather live for me than die for him.” He looked over his shoulder at Barton. “No offense, but you did try to kill us once.”
Barton plucked spears from his arms and flung them away. He stomped at the advancing striders. The striders backed off, only to come back at him again.
“Georgio, we need to step aside,” Lefty pleaded. “I’m not like you. I can die from this.”
“I know, but it’s not right. Something is not right.”
“I don’t want to wait to find out. Just get out of the way.”
“I can’t. I don’t know why, but I can’t.” Georgio slowly shook his chin. He knew Lefty was right. They didn’t owe the giant anything, but Barton, though big, had the mind of a child. It seemed cruel to let him be butchered to death. “Forgive me, Lefty, but I’m making my stand.”
Lefty’s face paled. “You are choosing this giant over me?”
“You can surrender. I won’t hold it against you.”
The halfling’s shoulders sagged. He sighed. Remaining at Georgio’s side, he withdrew his dagger. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Fight or die.”
Georgio grinned. “Fight or die.”
A shadow moved over them like a great cloud in the sky. A foreign sound followed.
WUMP! WUMP! WUMP!
Heads, man, strider, and giant, tilted toward the sky. A great black blot three times the size of Barton dropped down from the skyline. The striders scurried backward with their jaws clicking. In a panic, they ran to their camp.
“NO!” Barton yelled. “NO! NO! NO!”
A black-scaled dragon with a broad belly fastened its talons into the meat of Barton’s shoulders. With its long, powerful wings pounding the air, the dragon lifted Barton into the sky.
WUMP! WUMP! WUMP!
Barton kicked his legs and screamed, “Put me down, Blackie! Put me down! I hate you, Blackie! You stink, lizard! You stink!”
Unfettered, the dragon sailed toward the suns, higher into the clouds, turning from monster to little more than a bird in moments. Then, the dragon and giant were gone.
“Whoa,” Georgio said, searching the sky. “Did you see that?”
“Of course, I did. I’m not blind,” Lefty said. “I think that was a dragon. Now that’s worth writing about. Do you think it will come back for us?”
“It will be back,” a man with a rich voice said.
Georgio’s and Lefty’s heads snapped around. An old man in blue robes with a white moustache and shaved head stood with his hands on his hips.
“Boon!” Georgio said with elation.
The man’s eyes grew. “Georgio? Lefty? Call me an underling, but I never imagined I’d see the two of you again. I must admit, I’m perplexed. Yet, delighted as well. I hardly recognize either one of you. You look… horrible.”
Lefty threw his arms around the man’s legs. “I never thought I’d ever see anyone else I knew ever again! Aside from Georgio, that is.”
“Oh ho, boy, this world is full of surprises. They just aren’t usually pleasant ones, especially in this world filled with doom and gloom.” Boon peered off after the dragon. His nose twitched. He peeled Lefty from his legs. “Let’s walk. I’m not sure that Blackie will be back, but he sure scared the slat out of those striders. I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that tribe. They are very superstitious people.”
“Tarcot wasn’t,” Georgio said as he sheathed his sword.
“No, but he was from a tribe of a more-elevated position. Let’s go, before they become brave again.” Boon ambled away from the strider camp. “How on Bish did you wind up here? Blackie led me here. I wasn’t certain why, but now I know. He’s Barton’s fetcher. Yet now, we’re leagues from the action.”
“What action?” Georgio hustled up to Boon. “It’s Venir, isn’t it?”
“It’s always Venir these days, it seems. But yes, we are going to the City of Bone.”
“Bone?” Geor
gio’s haggard face brightened. “He’s in Bone?”
“Yes, the underlings have taken over the entire city.”
“What?” Georgio laughed. “No teasing, Boon. Really, is he in Bone or not?”
Boon stopped in his tracks. “If there is one thing I don’t jest about, it’s underlings. Their poison has seeped into the very pores of that foul city, just like the City of Three. You remember that, don’t you?”
Georgio nodded.
Lefty then asked, “But Venir’s alive?”
Georgio nudged him. “Of course, he is… isn’t he?”
Boon shrugged. “We won’t know for certain until we get there.”
CHAPTER 2
It was the first time in centuries that a host of dwarves had set foot inside the City of Bone. Now, the short stocky men went to work. Thousands of dwarves, accompanied by hundreds of willing royal soldiers, pushed the underling menace out of the streets, under the ground, or into the castles. But for the first time in months, one quadrant along the western wall was secured.
Venir stood on the top wall with his helmet tucked under his arm. The outland wind beat against his face. Standing above the West Gate, he looked downward. Tens of thousands of underlings waited outside the city’s wall. They’d killed everything that wasn’t an underling. The pyres of bodies were stacked higher than ever. The stench of death was heavy.
“They aren’t attacking. We can breathe for the moment,” Mood said from where he stood with some dwarven soldiers stationed a few yards away. The grizzled, dwarven blood ranger puffed on his cigar. “We will wait and see what their game is.” He blew a ring of smoke and pointed with his thick fingers. “We make better use of the royals’ equipment than they did. Huh, we built most of it for them, way back when.”
Venir spied the dwarves on the ramparts. The manned ballista and catapults lined up along the walls. The dwarves had even overtaken four castles, two to each side of the West Gate, and were stationed with long-range weaponry in the spires. “Your kin made quick work of those fiends in the castles. I’m not sure how grateful the royals will be though. After all, they are the fools that let them in. What kind of man trusts an underling?”
“Men are easily seduced by darker offerings. It’s been that way so long as I can remember.” Mood laid his hand on Venir’s shoulders. “Men like you, and some of your friends, are a rare thing. You may be fool enough to fight for what is right, but plenty of others won’t. It’s your nature.”
“Perhaps I should have been a dwarf.”
“No, you’re too ugly to be a dwarf. An orc, maybe.”
Venir huffed a slight laugh. Mood was the closest thing to a father that he had left. When he lost his family to the underlings as a boy, it was Mood who raised him. Mood taught Venir how to hunt underlings and kill them. “I never thought I’d see the day when an orc would be a welcome face.”
“Aye. Do you want a puff?”
“No. I could use some ale, though. I feel like I haven’t drunk a drop in a week.” He scoured the underling ranks. The gray-skinned fiends positioned themselves just outside of the ballista’s range. Many were bare-chested. Those were the badoon. But, most of the others wore black leather armor. Between the underlings and the wall stood a field of dead. Turkey vultures and the like circled above in the hundreds. Many of the birds were on the ground eating the carrion. Two hosts of the underlings broke off from the army. They marched in the opposite direction of one another, circling the rest of the city. “They are going to box us in.”
“That’s what I would do. There are three other gates to this city that the underlings control. They’ll just let their foul brethren in and try to force us out again.” Mood sucked in a lungful of cigar smoke. “That’s what I would do.”
“Yes, that was what I was thinking.” Venir traced the eyelets of his helmet with his blood-stained fingers. “When I have the helmet on, it feels like what we see is all of them. Is that possible?”
“Certainly. Look around. This is every dwarven fighter I have left. Only the women man Dwarven Hole now. That’s never happened before, in my time. We came to fight this fight. We just have to find a way to finish it.”
“I’ve been in plenty of fights, but not many wars. Do you have any ideas?”
“If we’re going to win, we’ll need the royals. It’s the only way, but I warn you, they are tainted.”
“I never met a royal that wasn’t, in one way or another, but this is man against underling. They’ll have to see the light.”
“We’ll see.”
Venir looked down the inside of the wall. Billip and Nikkel were bundling up arrows and bolts with cords of leather. They turned them over to dwarves that hustled away with them. Venir called down, “Billip, find me Ebenezer.”
“Right away. I’ll send him up.”
Venir looked over the city. The buildings and roads made a straight line from one side of the wall to another. He could see the castles’ towers near the East Gate. The castles were spread out in the City of Bone with their backs to the main wall. There were dozens of them, great and small. “The one who rules the castles is the one who rules the wall,” he said.
“The underlings are ruling the castles. Most of them, I’d reckon,” Mood said. “They need to be exterminated. We could take them one at time and strengthen our position.”
“True, but it will be a hard fight to get in any one of them. They have to be taken from the inside out, but will there be enough royals willing to do that?”
“Not unless there is something better in it for them. We need to convince them that there is.”
“Agreed, but what might that be? What do royals value more than anything?”
“Control. That’s not something we can offer to them yet.”
Venir somberly shook his head. “I hate royals, but nothing like the underlings. We’re just going to have to convince them to fight.”
Mood knocked his knuckle on Venir’s helmet. “Or inspire them.”
CHAPTER 3
Melegal snaked his way through the hundreds of people making a pilgrimage to the West Gate quadrant of the city. Their bleak expressions passed right through his invisible body.
Such a shame that stealing isn’t the priority these days. I could have a field day with this vanishing ring.
There was a break in the ranks of people, leaving Melegal alone on the Royal Roadway before another wave of people passed. Gone were the prisoner wagons. The gallows were empty. The underlings had all but disappeared into the building. But they were replaced by dwarves and volunteer citizens ready to fight.
Melegal stood still in the road. A dwarf in chainmail and a man wearing the leather tunic of a royal walked by with hand axes in their grasps. The dwarf looked back over his shoulder as he passed. His eyes narrowed on Melegal’s position momentarily, but he marched on.
Perhaps I’m not as invisible as I thought, but invisible enough.
The dwarves set up blockades across every road and alley. Heavy crossbows were loaded and stacked in a line on the ground. There were long spears made for men. Swords and scabbards. Any citizen who wanted to fight could come and grab them. One man, a hefty fellow with a bulging belly, strained to buckle on a sword belt. A dwarf shoved the man’s belly in, while a second dwarf buckled the belt. They muttered in Dwarven, in a jolly sort of way, and handed the man a longsword and a helmet. The man offered a toothy smile.
Good for him. Every blubbery drunkard needs to fight something at least once in his life.
One with the streets, Melegal moved beyond the dwarven blockades. The few undamaged buildings he passed were shut up tight. The doors were barred and the shutters closed. The merchants’ carts had been abandoned in the streets, ransacked and empty. He kept his feet on the cobblestones. The wood decks on the storefronts were cracked. Melegal didn’t have any desire to bring any attention to himself. He was on a mission. He was scouting for underlings.
I can’t believe I talked myself into this.
Keeping his keen eyes sliding from the low to the high places, he didn’t see much of anything. He fully expected to see the spiders, but so far there had been none of them. There weren’t any underling patrols, either. It was just him and the empty streets. He moved on, slipping off the Royal Roadway into narrower streets, crisscrossing many directions, but angling east. Occasionally, small groups of people darted from one street or alley to another, heading west. The victory celebration at the West Gate was spreading.
Melegal picked his quick pace up to a trot when he crossed over the center of the City of Bone where the four main roadways crossed. A little more commotion could be heard on the eastern side of the city. Floorboards creaked inside the boarded-up walls. Eyeballs peeked through the shutters. Melegal moved deeper east on the open road he’d walked a thousand times before. His heart beat against his ribcage.
I’ve never felt this nervous in this city. I can’t even smell slat in the alleys. All that I smell is fear.
Traveling within a mile of the East Gate, Melegal came upon underlings. A small party of four burst out of a store and onto the porches. Blood dripped from their weapons. They chittered with pride and moved eastward down the street.
Melegal moved onto the porch and peered inside the doorway. A man and two women lay on the floor, slick with spilled blood. Red splatters covered the ornate clothes hanging from the racks around them.
Fiends.
Leaving the store, he moved on a few more blocks. About a quarter mile from the East Gate, the underlings had set up blockades of their own. Beyond those blockades stood hundreds of soldiers. Melegal climbed onto a rooftop. The two-story building on the outer corner of the Royal Roadway gave him a clearer view of things. The East Gate was open. The underlings from the outside poured in by the thousands. Melegal watched for over an hour. They kept coming. He adjusted his cap. His steely eyes popped a little when soldiers on horses rode in. His eyes narrowed. It was a host of orcs and ogres. They were accompanied by royal soldiers carrying banners from the outposts of Bish.