Diaries of a Dwarven Rifleman

But Engvyr knew that for him and probably for all of them, it would never be over.

Chapter Twenty Five

“Naturally the Baasgarta would not return the mine-slaves used in the Makepeace Valley to The Pit. They could not afford to have them reveal that there was a wider world, that the very basis of their beliefs was a lie…”

From the diaries of Engvyr Gunnarson

Engvyr watched as the commanders of the regiments stood at the lip of the pit talking quietly as darkness fell. The soldiers were setting up hasty camps nearby. They weren't digging in for the night as it was uncertain as to whether or not they would be staying, but it was a good opportunity for the troops to rest and have a hot meal. Engvyr and Taarven had little stomach for food after seeing the hundreds of dead in the pit.

The army had enough people schooled in the Old Tongue that they were able to speak with the slaves after a fashion. They told them that a massive sarcophagus had been unearthed that very morning. The Baasgarta had removed the contents and the bulk of them had departed, taking just enough of the slaves to carry the burden. A small contingent had been left to 'deal with' the remaining Braell.

The dwarves had sent the survivors back to their own crude shelters for the night. In a way their response to the rescue sickened him as much as the pile of bodies in the pit. As far as the pit-slaves were concerned Engvyr and the other dwarves were their new masters. They simply obeyed them without question. When the regiments arrived they had delivered food to the Braell and they had to order them to eat it.

The group on the edge of the pit broke up and Berryc walked over to join the two rangers.

“Looks like we're moving out at first light,” he told them, shaking his head. “What a mess…”

“Where are we going?” asked Taarven.

“We're going to be pursuing the Baasgarta that pulled out this morning. Whatever they found in that sarcophagus down there,” Berryc responded with a wave at the pit, “was important enough for them to start a war over so most likely we don't want them to have it. We're going to go take it back.”

“That makes sense, I suppose,” said Engvyr, “And the slaves?”

Berryc shrugged.

“The 3rd is going to leave a platoon to tend to 'em. They'll put them to work burying the bodies and make sure that they're safe and fed. For now as far as they're concerned they are our slaves, and the easiest way to take care of them is to let them go right on thinking that until we can introduce them to the fact that they are free gradually.”

“I can hardly imagine what's to become of them,” Engvyr said, shaking his head.

“I suppose folk will take them in,” Berryc replied, “Eventually. What worries me a lot more is that once we kick the Baasgarta's butts we're going to face this problem magnified a thousand-fold. There are probably tens of thousands of dwarves in their lands.”

“That sounds to me like a problem that is above my pay-grade,” said Engvyr.

“What concerns me rather more,” Taarven said wryly, “Is the question of whether or not we can, as Berryc so elegantly put it, 'kick the Baasgarta's butts.'”

“I dunno,” Engvyr said thoughtfully, “but from what we've seen so far I'm guessing that we can. For all that they are ferocious and fanatically determined they aren't actually very good at these large-unit actions. In the end they'd have to have us massively outnumbered to defeat us.”

“That's as may be,” allowed Taarven, “but for all we know they do massively outnumber us, and they could have other tricks up their sleeves.”

“Regardless, we've got it to do sooner or later,” Berryc told them, “And as we're starting early you boys had best get some sleep if you can.”

Engvyr and Taarven were actually up before first light, having a hot breakfast and coffee. They set out on the trail of the goblins and their mysterious cargo. The rangers would scout ahead while the skirmishers followed along behind attempting to delay the Baasgarta until the main body of their forces could move up.

“Hopefully they'll be expecting their own regiments to be coming along behind,” Berryc told them as they made ready to depart, “If'n they got word we're coming they could make things pretty difficult for us.”

“That they could,” Taarven agreed, “There's a thousand places in these mountains where a small force could hold up our regiments for days.”

They swung into their saddles and headed north moving quickly as they had a lot of time to make up. They had no fear of losing the trail as there was nothing tricky about following a few hundred goblins.