"For your father, I would walk through fire," he responded. "Thanks are not in order. It is a great honor to be able to repay my debt to him in service of his daughter. After all, it was his wish that you should rule. So when I answer to you, I answer to him.”
Near Gwen also marched Kolk and Brom, and behind them all was the ever-present clatter of thousands of spurs, of swords jingling in their scabbards, of shields brushing up against armor. It was a huge cacophony of noise, heading farther and farther north along the Canyon's edge.
"My lady," Kolk said, "I am burdened by guilt. We shouldn’t have let Thor, Reece and the others head out alone into the Empire. More of us should have volunteered to go with them. It will be on my head if anything should happen to them."
“It was the quest they chose," Gwen responded. "It was a quest of honor. Whoever was meant to go, has gone. Guilt does no one any good.”
"And what should happen if they don't return in time with the Sword?” Srog asked. “It won’t be long until Andronicus’ army appears at our gates.”
"Then we shall make a stand," Gwen said confidently, raising as much courage in her voice as she could, hoping to put others at ease. She noticed the other generals turn and look at her.
"We will defend until the last blow,” she added. “There will be no retreat, no surrender.”
She sensed the generals were impressed. She was impressed by her own voice, the strength rising up within her, surprising even her. It was the strength of her father, of seven generations of MacGil kings.
As they continued to march, the road curved sharply to the left, and as Gwen turned the corner she stopped in her tracks, breathless at the site.
Silesia.
Gwen remembered her father taking her on trips here, when she was a young girl. It was a place that lingred in her dreams ever since, a place that had felt magic magical to her then. Now, laying her eyes on it as a grown woman, it still felt magical. It took her breath away.
Silesia was the most unusual city Gwen had ever seen. All of the buildings, all of the fortifications, all of the stone—everything was built of an ancient, shining red. The upper half Silesia, tall, vertical, replete with parapets and spires, was built on the mainland, while the lower half was built down below, into the side of the Canyon. The swirling mists of the Canyon blew in and out, enveloping it, making the red shine and sparkle in the light—and making it seem as if it were built in the clouds.
Its fortifications rose a hundred feet, crowned in parapets and backed by an endless row of walls. The place was a fortress. Even if an army somehow breached its walls, it still would have to descend to the lower half of the city, straight down the cliffs, and fight on the edge of the Canyon. It was clearly a war that no invading army would want to wage. Which was why this city had stood for a thousand years.
Her men stopped and gaped, and Gwen could feel that they were all in awe, too.
For the first time in a while, Gwen felt a sense of optimism. This was a place they could stay, away from Gareth's reach, a place they could defend. A place where she could rule. And maybe—just maybe—the MacGil kingdom could rise again.
Srog stood there, hands on his hips, taking it all in as if seeing his own city for the first time, his eyes shining with pride.
"Welcome to Silesia."
CHAPTER SIX
Thor opened his eyes at the crack of dawn to see the gently rolling waves of the ocean, rising and falling in huge crests, blanketed by the soft light of the first sun. The light yellow water of the Tartuvian sparkled in the morning mist. The shipped bobbed silently in the water, the only sound that of the lapping of the waves against its hull.
Thor sat up and looked around. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion—in fact, he had never felt this tired in his life. They had been sailing for days, and everything here, on this side of the world, felt different. The air was so thick with humidity, the temperature so much warmer, it was like breathing in a constant stream of water. It made him feel sluggish, made his limbs feel heavy. He felt as if he had arrived at Summer.
Thor looked around and saw that all of his friends, normally up before dawn, were all slumped on the deck, sleeping. Even Krohn, always awake, was asleep beside him. The thick tropical weather had affected them all. None of them even bothered to man the wheel anymore—they had given that up days ago. There was no point: their sails were always at full mast with a driving westerly wind, and the magical tides of this ocean constantly pulled their ship in one direction. It was as if they were being pulled to one location, and they had tried several times to steer or change course—but it was useless. They had all become resigned to let the Tartuvian take them where it would.
It's not like they knew where in the Empire to go anyway, Thor mused. As long as the tides took them to dry land, he figured, that would be good enough.
Krohn roused, whining, and leaned up and licked Thor’s face. Thor reached into his sack, nearly empty, and gave Thor the last of his dried meat sticks. To Thor’s surprise, Krohn did not snatch it from his hand, as he usually did; instead, Krohn looked at it, looked at the empty sack, then looked back at Thor meaningfully. He hesitated to take the food, and Thor realized that Krohn didn’t want to take the last piece from him.
Thor was touched by the gesture, but he insisted, pushing the meat into his friend’s mouth. Thor knew they would be out of food soon, and prayed that they reached land. He had no idea how much longer the journey could take; what if it took months? How would they eat?
The sun rose quickly here, growing bright and strong too quickly, and Thor stood as the mist began to burn off of the water and he went to the bow.
Thor stood there and looked out, the deck rocking gently beneath him, and watched as the mist rose. He blinked, wondering if he were seeing things, as the outline of a distant land appeared on the horizon. His pulse quickened. It was land. Real land!
The land appeared in a most unusual shape: two long, narrow peninsulas stuck out into the sea, like two ends of a pitchfork, and as the mist lifted, Thor looked to his left and right and was amazed to see two strips of land on either side of them, each about fifty yards off. They were being sucked right down the middle of a long inlet.
Thor whistled, and his Legion brothers arose. They scrambled to their feet and hurried over beside him, standing at the bow, looking out.
They all stood there, breathless at the site: the shores were the most exotic he had ever seen, densely packed with jungle, soaring trees clinging to the shoreline, so thick that it was impossible to see beyond them. Thor spotted huge ferns, thirty feet tall, leaning over the water; he looked up and saw yellow and purple trees that seemed to reach into the sky; and everywhere, there were the foreign and persistent noises of beasts, birds, insects and he did not know what else, snarling and crying and singing.