the heavy, deadly weapon, and brought it down squarely on Captain Janus's head.
She felt the crackling, brittle fragility of the taken man's skull breaking under the incredible force the cudgel delivered in the blow. She staggered, the weight of the cudgel pulling her off-balance. The impact all but crushed Janus's skull down into his chest, and after several seconds of twisting, spasmodic motion, he slowly went still.
Amara heard other screams and cries. A legionare lay in the doorway to the great hall, shrieking in a horrible, high voice, a sound of agony and terror that could not have been recognized as coming from a human mouth. His left arm was missing from its socket and his blood became a spreading pool beneath him until his cries dwindled to silence seconds later. Amara head the ring of steel on steel, more shouts, and Giraldi's barking, confident voice of command.
She looked around the courtyard, panting. The action had lasted for only seconds, but she felt exhausted and weak. Harger, now surrounded by legionares, appeared to be unharmed. Amara hurried over to Bernard and knelt beside him. "Are you hurt?"
"Wind knocked out of me," Bernard replied, his voice soft. He sat up stiffly and rubbed groggily at his head. "See to the men."
Amara nodded once, and rose.
Doroga came over to them and frowned at Bernard. "You dying?"
Bernard winced, the heel of his hand against the back of his skull. "I almost wish I was."
Doroga snorted. He recovered his cudgel and studied the end of it, then showed it to Bernard. "Your head is better off than his."
One side of the cudgel's striking end was covered in scarlet and dark hairs that clung to the blood. Amara saw it, and it made her feel sickened. Janus. She'd known the man for two years. Liked him. Respected him. He had been unfailingly courteous and thoughtful, and she knew how much Bernard valued his experience and professionalism.
And she'd killed him. She'd crushed his skull.
Amara fought not to throw up.
Doroga regarded her steadily, and said, "He was taken. Nothing you could do."
"I know."
"He would have killed anyone he could have."
"I know that, too," Amara said. "It doesn't make it any easier."
Doroga shook his head. "You did not kill him. The vord did. Just like the men who died during the ambush."
Amara didn't answer him.
A moment later, Giraldi strode over and snapped one hand to his breastplate. "Countess. Count Bernard."
"What happened?" Bernard rumbled quietly. "I heard more fighting."
Giraldi nodded. "Three of the wounded men just... sat up and started killing people. They were all almost earthcrafter strong. We had to kill them-which took some doing." He took a deep breath, staring at Janus's corpse for a second. "And Sir Tyrus went mad, too. Started in on Sir Kerns. Killed him. He made a pretty fair run at Sir Jager, and cut his leg up pretty well. I had to kill Tyrus."
Bernard stared at Giraldi for a moment. "Crows."
Giraldi nodded grimly, looking around the crow infested courtyard with distaste. "Yes."
Doroga looked back and forth between them, frowning. "What does that mean?"
"We had three firecrafters with our Knights," Bernard said quietly. "They're our most powerful offensive assets. And now two of them are dead, one wounded. How mobile is he, Giraldi?"
Giraldi shook his head. "Lucky he's alive. There wasn't a watercrafter to handle the injury. I've got my best medic on him with needle and thread now. But he isn't going to be able to travel."
"Crows," Bernard said quietly.
"What happened?" Giraldi asked.
Amara listened as Bernard explained what they knew of vord takers. "So we think some of them must have been waiting inside the great hall, until some of our people went to sleep."
Footsteps thumped over the cobblestones and the young Knight, Frederic, came running from the great hall, holding a tin cup in his hands. "Sir!" Frederic said.
"A moment, Fred," Bernard said, turning back to Giraldi. "How did Tyrus kill Kerns?"
"Gladius," Giraldi said. "Right in the back."
Amara frowned. "Not firecrafting?"
"Thank the furies, no," Giraldi said. "Firecrafting in there would have killed everyone."
"What about the others who were taken?" Amara pressed.
"Bare hands," Giraldi said.
Amara stared at the centurion, then traded a puzzled glance with Bernard. "But Janus used an earthcrafting out here. Why didn't the taken inside the hall use furycraft?"
Bernard shook his head, baffled. "You think there's a reason for it?"
"Sir," Frederic said. His palm was pressed flat over the cup, and his expression was impatient or strained.
"Not now, please," Amara told Frederic. "It doesn't get us anywhere if