The Ruby Knight by David Eddings Page B

the docks at Vardenais and the spies outside the chapterhouse ignore us. Couldn’t she do that here too?’
    ‘Do you realize how large that army outside the gate is, Sparhawk? She’s just a little girl, after all.’
    ‘Oh. I didn’t know that would make a difference.’
    ‘Of course it does.’
    ‘Couldn’t you put Ortzel to sleep?’ Talen asked her. ‘You know, sort of wiggle your fingers at him until he drops off?’
    ‘It’s possible, I suppose.’
    ‘Then he won’t know you used magic to get us out of here until he wakes up.’
    ‘Interesting notion,’ she conceded. ‘How did you come up with it?’
    ‘I’m a thief, Sephrenia,’ he grinned impudently. ‘I wouldn’t be very good at it if I couldn’t think faster than the other fellow.’
    ‘However we manage Ortzel is beside the point,’ Sparhawk said. ‘Our main concern is getting Alstrom’s co-operation. He might be a little reluctant to risk his brother’s life on something he doesn’t understand. I’ll talk with him in the morning.’
    ‘Be very persuasive, Sparhawk,’ Sephrenia said.
    ‘I’ll try. Come along, Talen. Let the ladies get some sleep. Kalten and I have a spare bed in our room. You can sleep there. Sephrenia, don’t be afraid to call on me and the others if you need help with any spells.’
    ‘I’m never afraid, Sparhawk – not when I have you to protect me.’
    ‘Stop that,’ he told her. Then he smiled. ‘Sleep well, Sephrenia.’
    ‘You too, dear one.’
    ‘Good night, Flute,’ he added.
    She blew him a little trill on her pipes.
    The following morning, Sparhawk rose early and went back into the main part of the castle. As chance had it, he encountered Sir Enmann in the long, torchlit corridor. ‘How do things stand?’ he asked the Lamork knight.
    Enmann’s face was grey with fatigue. He had obviously been up all night. ‘We’ve had some successes, Sir Sparhawk,’ he replied. ‘We repelled a fairly serious assault on the castle’s main gate about midnight, and we’re moving our own engines into place. We should be able to begin destroying Gerrich’s siege machines – and his ships – before noon.’
    ‘Will he pull back at that point?’
    Enmann shook his head. ‘More likely, he’ll begin digging earthwork fortifications. It’s probable that the siege will be protracted.’
    Sparhawk nodded. ‘I thought that might be the case,’ he agreed. ‘Have you any idea where I might find Baron Alstrom? I need to talk with him – out of the hearing of his brother.’
    ‘My Lord Alstrom is atop the battlements at the front of the castle, Sir Sparhawk. He wants Gerrich to be able to see him. That may goad the count into some rash move. He’s alone there. His brother is customarily in chapel at this hour.’
    ‘Good. I’ll go talk with the baron then.’
    It was windy atop the battlements. Sparhawk had drawn his cloak about his armour to conceal it, and the wind whipped it around his legs.
    ‘Ah, good morning, Sir Sparhawk,’ Baron Alstrom said. His voice was weary. He wore a full suit of armour, and the visor of his helmet had that peculiar pointed construction common in Lamorkand.
    ‘Good morning, My Lord,’ Sparhawk replied, staying back from the battlements. ‘Is there somewhere back out of sight where we can talk? I’m not sure it’s a good idea to let Gerrich know that there are Church Knights inside your walls just yet, and I’m sure he has a number of sharp-eyed men watching you.’
    ‘The tower there above the gate,’ Alstrom suggested. ‘Come along, Sir Sparhawk.’ And he led the way along the parapet.
    The room inside the tower was grimly functional. A dozen crossbowmen stood at the narrow embrasures along its front, unloosing their bolts at the troops below.
    ‘You men,’ Alstrom commanded, ‘I have need of this room. Go shoot from the battlements for a while.’
    The soldiers filed out, their metal-shod feet clinking on the stone floor.
    ‘We have a problem, My Lord,’