Whatever Tos'un's position, whether it was out of a change of heart or simple pragmatism, Drizzt had no reason to doubt what he had heard, and one statement in particular kept repeating in his thoughts, the orc's claim that Obould had "sent an emissary to parlay with the dwarves, to beg forgiveness for Grguch's attack."
Obould would not march. For the orc king, the war was at its end. But for many of his subjects, apparently, that was not so pleasing a thought.
PART 4 Chapter 28 FOR THE GREATER GOOD
The scout pointed to a trio of rocky hills in the northwest, a few miles away. "Obould's flag flies atop the centermost," he explained to Grguch, Hakuun, and the others. "He has rallied his clan around him in a formidable defense."
Grguch nodded and stared toward his distant enemy. "How many?"
"Hundreds."
"Not thousands?" the chieftain asked.
"There are thousands south of his position, and thousands north," the scout explained. "They could close before us and shield King Obould."
"Or swing around and trap us," said Hakuun, but in a tone that showed he was not overly concerned - for Jack, answering that particular question through Hakuun's mouth, held little fear of being trapped by orcs.
"If they remain loyal to King Obould," Toogwik Tuk dared interject, and all eyes turned his way. "Many are angry at his decision to halt his march. They have come to know Grguch as a hero."
Dnark started as if to speak, but changed his mind. He had caught Grguch's attention, though, and when the fierce half-orc, half-ogre turned his gaze Dnark's way, Dnark said, "Do we even know that Obould intends to do battle? Or will he just posture and paint with pretty words? Obould rules through wit and muscle. He will see the wisdom of coaxing Grguch."
"To build walls?" the chieftain of Clan Karuck said with a dismissive snicker.
"He will not march!" Toogwik Tuk insisted.
"He will speak enough words of war to create doubt," said Dnark.
"The only word I wish to hear from the coward Obould is 'mercy,'" Grguch stated. "It pleases me to hear a victim beg before he is put to my axe."
Dnark started to respond, but Grguch held up his hand, ending any further debate. With a scowl that promised only war, Grguch nodded to Hakuun, who commanded forth the grotesque zombie of Oktule, still holding its head before it.
"This is our parlay," Grguch said. He swung his gaze out to the side, where the battered Nukkels hung by his ankles from poles suspended across the broad shoulders of a pair of ogres. "And our advanced emissary," Grguch added with a wicked grin.
He took up his dragon-fashioned axe and stalked toward Nukkels, who was too beaten and dazed to even register his approach. Nukkels did see the axe, though, at the last moment, and he gave a pathetic yelp as Grguch swung it across, cleanly severing the rope and dropping Nukkels on his head to the ground.
Grguch reached down and hoisted the shaman to his feet. "Go to Obould," he ordered, turning Nukkels around and shoving him toward the northwest so ferociously that the poor orc went flying headlong to the ground. "Go and tell Obould the Coward to listen for the sound of Kokto Gung Karuck."
Nukkels staggered back to his feet and stumbled along, desperate to be away from the brutal Karuck orcs.
"Tell Obould the Coward that Grguch has come and that Gruumsh is not pleased," Grguch shouted after him, and cheers began to filter through all of the onlookers. "I will accept his surrender...perhaps."
That sent the Karuck orcs and ogres into a frenzy, and even Toogwik Tuk beamed in anticipation. Dnark, though, looked at Ung-thol.
This conspiracy had been laid bare, to the ultimate fruition. This was real, suddenly, and this was war.
"Grguch comes with many tribes in his wake," Obould said to General Dukka. "To parlay?"
He and Obould's other commanders stood on the centermost of the three rocky hills. The foundations of a small keep lined the ground behind the orc leader, and three low walls of piled stones ringed the hill. The other two hills were similarly outfitted, though the defenses were hardly complete. Obould looked over his shoulder and motioned to his attendants, who brought forth the battered, nearly dead Nukkels.
"He's already spoken, it would seem," the orc king remarked.
"Then it will be war within your kingdom," the general replied, and his doubts were evident for all to hear.
Doubts offered for his benefit, Obould recognized. He didn't blink as