Goblin Queen's Plan Ch. 05

Zeka

Once we had cleaned up after breakfast, Egla and Dera stayed at camp. Before we left, Dera pulled Zora aside for some whispered warnings and instructions.

Our queen led our group across the causeway. Kia was in goblin-form; Bish was in her half-troll form.

"Hello, again, Yirk," Zora said, through the interlaced bars of the portcullis.

"I've been ordered not to open the gate," he replied.

"I just need to chat with my sister, and I'll be on my way," she told him.

"I have my orders," he said.

"I'm afraid I'll have to insist," she replied.

"You're welcome to open the gate and come in," he said, grinning.

"I'll take you at your word, then," she told him.

His grin disappeared.

Turning to our group, she said, "Awka, cover the bars in frost. Keep applying the frost until the metal is frozen. Try to keep from creating an ice barrier on the gate."

Awka nodded and stepped forward.

One of the archers moved to watch her, unshouldering his bow.

Looking up at him, she announced, "You heard Yirk. I'm permitted to open the gate, if I can. If you try to fire on one of my team members, you will be removed."

Smirking, the bowman pulled an arrow from his quiver.

He fell from the rampart with an arrow sticking out of his gaping mouth.

The rest of the archers tensed and then stepped back.

Glancing through the portcullis, Zora told Yirk, loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Tell that dumbass on the stairs at the other end of the courtyard that the next shot goes in his left eye if he doesn't put that bow down. You have until the count of five."

Yirk stepped back. The archer sneered and readied his bow. When Zora said, "one", Imka fired. The gate captain - and most of the rest of those in the courtyard - swallowed loudly as a thorn-arrow sprouted from the man's left eye-socket.

The dead man lost his grip on his weapon, the arrow tumbled free, and the bowstring fired, empty. The strain of it shattered the bow, causing more damage to the archer's corpse. The dead body tumbled, face first, onto the grass below the stairs. The fall broke his neck - not that it mattered - but the awkward angle of his head - as he finally came to rest - caused a few more of the guards to second-guess their decisions - the decisions to not have asked for a mental health day during that morning's roll-call.

Seeing no other threats that needed addressed, Zora checked the iron bars of the portcullis, nodding to Awka.

"Bish?"

"My queen?"

"Fancy playing at a battering ram?"

The rest of us stepped out of the way as Bish jogged to the middle of the causeway, turned, kicked in the nitrous, and launched herself at the gate. She didn't break through; she bounced off, landing on her feet and giggling. The valley resonated with the sound of her collision.

Zora nodded to Awka and then to Bish. The half-troll returned to the center of the bridge, changed to her larger, native form, and blasted off at top speed.

Yirk was knocked against the wall of the entryway as the iron gate shattered into shrapnel as Bish exploded through it.

I raised my hand and healed his lacerations, shattered forearm, bruises, and concussion. I offered my hand and helped him to his feet.

"Sorry about that," I said. "We probably should have warned you to step back."

He nodded, his mind blank. We'd thrown him off of his script and he didn't know what to do.

"If you could escort us to the queen's reception area," I told him, "we can probably keep from killing anybody else."

He turned and led the way down the street. Bish had already transformed back to her half-troll form. She walked next to Zora. Imka, Reav, and I were next. Awka and Kia brought up the rear.

Yirk handed us off to the door guards and left. One of them handed his spear to his partner and then ducked inside to see what they were supposed to do. The other one nervously shifted from foot to foot, anxious for his buddy to return.

The poor man glanced over, at the closed door, and looked back at Zora to find himself facing Kia in her warg-form. The spears tumbled to the ground. The only other thing he left behind was the acrid smell of soiled under-garments.

We waited another minute before the first guard returned. He glanced down, at the abandoned spears, lying on the ground, and looked at Zora.

"He had to go to the privy," she told the man, her face not giving away how much she wanted to burst into laughter.

The man opened the door, to rush back inside, Bish grabbed the huge door from his grasp and swung it open for us to enter. The guard scampered away.

We walked into a massive hall and paused for a breath to give our eyes a half-moment to adjust to the dark interior. Queen Zeka was seated, on her throne, at the other end of the huge room. We walked about halfway across the space before a guard stepped in front of us.

"What do you want, Zora?" Zeka called out haughtily from her seat.

"I'm here to help you with a problem, dear sister," Zora replied.

The man who stepped forward to challenge us must have been the captain of the queen's guard. He was bigger than all of the others. His outfit was cute, too. The little epilates on his shoulders were "tellement jolie" - as they say in France. (I had no clue where the land of France was located but I figured telling him his accents were "so pretty" would probably piss him off. He already looked pretty pissed. Ha! 'So pretty' pissed!)

"You are a filthy mutt. You don't deserve to breathe the same air as the queen," he snarled, as he hefted his sword threateningly.

"Take your best shot," Zora growled at him.

As he swung his sword at her neck, I instantly grew worried that she might try to take the sword-hit - just to prove she could - which I hoped, beyond hope, was actually true. The blade was heavy, though, and I worried about even a small cut ripping into her bulging juggler vein.

She raised her hand, though, and caught the blade with her palm - holding it until he pulled it away.

"My turn," she told him. Glancing back at me, she loudly called out, "Heal him."

She turned to face the guard, again, and began firing briar-blades from her palms at every piece of exposed skin. None of her shots touched anything vital. His hands, arms, forehead, cheeks, legs - all - received stabbing or slicing wounds from her blades as she waved both of her hands across the entirety of his body. A blizzard of flying blades chewed his skin to tatters - a moment before I repaired the damage. I poured healing into him. Any blade that bit into his muscle was ejected as I closed the wounds. A pile of blades fell to the floor. Nothing bled long enough to allow even a drop of his blood to drip or fall - but the pain savaged his body and his mind. He dropped his sword and fell to his knees, pulling his arms up to cover his face.

Finally Zora ended the torrent of pain she had poured out on him.

"That's not even half of my mana," she told him, the disgust obvious in her voice. "If Zack had not healed you, you would have been dead a thousand times. I didn't even target anything important. If you ever - and I mean EVER raise a weapon at me again, I will fucking END you - right before I have Awka suck out your eyes so I can shit in your sightless skull."

Silence reigned throughout the hall.

"Do it," Reav sneered at the kneeling man.

"Reav," I said.

"Yes, da?" he asked innocently, as if we were discussing our favorite foods around the campfire.

"That's not nice," I told him.

He didn't reply. His leering gaze moved from the ruined champion to the other heavily-armed warriors standing nearby.

I laughed and told him, "You won't have any friends if you don't learn to play well with others. Come on, Queen Zora needs to talk to her sister."

Reav teleported away - appearing in front of one of the guards, glaring up at him.

I sighed, walked over, laid my hand on Reav's shoulder, and gave it a little squeeze.

I looked at the goblin man and said, "Sorry about that. He gets in these moods where he just wants to stab everything. Kids, you know?"

He nodded at me, his face expressionless.

I maneuvered Reav back over to join the others.

Zora walked over to stand at the bottom of the stairs. Her sister looked down at her and asked, again, "What do you want?"

Bish started moving towards Zora and the entire room paused, waiting to see what was happening.

Bish - in half-troll form - walked over, picked Zora up, placed her on her shoulder, and then grew to her native form - forcing Zeka to look up to address her sibling.

Zora brushed the back of her fingers against Bish's cheek, affectionately, and went back to looking at her sister.

"You don't want me here and I don't really want to be here," Zora said, calmly.

"Then leave," Zeka snarled.

"You have people, living in the kingdom, who are going to cause you problems," Zora told her. "I'm offering to take them away. Let them leave, of their own free will. Allow them to come with me. I'll go away and you'll never have to see me or speak to me again."

Her sister considered this, silently, for several minutes.

"I should keep a few as hostages," she reasoned aloud.

"If you do, I will remove them by force - but not before I remove you," Zora said, matter-of-factly.

Her sister glared at her.

She suddenly tugged her right ear and a bowstring snapped.

Above her, back 20 paces, behind a lattice wall, an archer cried out - just before Imka's arrow shot through his eyeball - into his brain.

"Remove the archers," Zora called out, her eyes never moving from her sister.

Reav disappeared; Imka fired three shots. A moment later, Reav reappeared next to the female archer. "It is done, my queen," Imka reported.

"That, dear sister, was the last of my patience," Zora said. "I'm offering you a gift, on a gilded platter, and you - with your fruitless attempts to kill me (yet again) - throw away the lives of those who follow you. I do not want to remove you. There are people here who think they want you as their queen. I am quite content to leave them - and you - as you are. Simply give me those you don't want. I'll even take your criminals. Hand them over and I'll leave you here to rule this loathsome place."

"It's that simple?" Zeka asked.

"It is," Zora replied. "However, as I said, I want everyone to make a free choice. They can stay with you, or they can go with me; each one chooses of their own free will. You will end up with a kingdom filled with those who support you - and all of your detractors will be gone. What more could you ask for?"

"You, dead, at the bottom of the ravine," Zeka said, matter-of-factly.

"Sorry. That plan doesn't work for me. I've got a lover with a massive cock and I intend to stick around for a while and enjoy what he can do with it."

Zora's sister couldn't keep her eyes from flitting over to look at my groin. I willed my prick to salute her. She tore her eyes off of my tented pants and looked back at her sibling.

"Timeline?" Zeka asked, suddenly ready to negotiate.

"The ones who chose to leave will have to walk or ride. Lots of their stuff is going to be left behind. Give them until sunrise the day after tomorrow. They'll have a full night in their beds - after a day of deciding what they're going to carry. By the end of that day, we will be out of your sight - and out of your hair."

Zeka stared at Zora a little longer and then, nodding, called for her chamberlain.

"Write it up and send out the heralds - throughout the kingdom - any who want to leave are to be across the causeway by sunrise the day after tomorrow. Any who remain will be able to make a claim for property left behind. Anyone caught looting - rather than submitting a claim - will forfeit their lives. Open the dungeon and make sure all of them accept Zora's invitation."

With the last, her eyes looked at Zora's - silently asking if she was pushing the limits of "free will". Zora nodded that the addendum was acceptable to her as well. She knew that many of those we had come to rescue were housed there already.

"No one - guards or citizens - are to prevent or cause harm to any who choose to leave," Zeka finished.

Zora nodded once more.

Seeing that her goblin attendant hadn't moved, Zeka asked him, "Are you planning to go with her, chamberlain?"

"No, my queen!"

"Then get that shit copied and send the runners. I want this bitch gone as soon as possible."

"Yes, my queen!"

He bowed and left quickly.

Bish switched back to her half-troll form and set Zora back on her feet.

As they turned to join the rest of us, Zeka said, "Take that worthless guard with you when you go."

The mountainous goblin - who was still on his knees - spun to face her, "My queen!"

"If you stay, I will have you killed," she promised him.

Quaking in fear or anger, he turned his eyes to Zora.

"You are welcome to join us. I meant what I said about threatening me, however, and the same goes for the rest of my war-band."

"You would have me?" he asked.

"Out of my sight, traitor!" Zeka shrieked.

"He is now under my protection, sister," Zora called out, loudly enough for all to hear, "or do you not have to obey the proclamations that you force upon others?"

"Take your filth and leave me, bitch."

The look in Zora's eyes said that she was considering a retort - but she focused on the kneeling guard once more.

"If you truly cannot stomach living with us," she told him, "you are welcome to travel with us until you find somewhere to go. You have no obligation to me. Your will is your own. All I ask is that you carry your share of the load while you travel in our company."

"You are more than fair," he said quietly - and then he whispered, "my queen."

Zeka growled.

"Come, mighty warrior," Zora told the man. "The winds have shifted and I'm getting a strong whiff of the cesspits."

He grabbed his sword from the floor, sheathed it, and stood.

When he was on his feet, he moved to the side (so that she could pass) and bowed his head, waiting for Bish and Zora to go on ahead, before falling in behind them.

Once we were outside, Zora turned to him and said, "What is your name, captain?"

"Gort, my queen."

"Gather your things quickly and come to our camp. I don't trust my sister when I can't watch her."

The huge goblin smiled and leaned close enough for only us to hear as he whispered, "You and me both..."

He hurried away.

At the main gate, Zora approached Yirk. "You have heard the queen's proclamation?" she asked him.

He nodded.

"You understand that no harm should be done to those attempting to leave? And that you should not attempt to delay or dissuade them?"

He nodded again.

"And you will see that the rest of the guards comply with those orders?"

He nodded - before smiling and whispering, "I will escort the stragglers out - just before dawn - and personally make sure they arrive safely at camp."

Bish gaped at him, realizing the implication of where he would be standing when the deadline arrived.

He winked at her and stood back at attention.

Gort

Gort came jogging across the causeway just after Egla had started dishing out the stew. Zora formed a shallow bowl and spoon - which she handed to him - as he walked up and set down his bags.

He moaned as he took a bite. "Is this wolf?" he asked.

Bish and Kia started laughing.

"What's so funny?" he asked, his spoon halfway to his mouth.

"I think we're finishing up the last of the wolves that Zora killed when she rescued me," Kia reported.

"We haven't started on the ones they killed when they saved me," Bish added.

I looked at him and said, "The rest of us are getting a little sick of the taste."

"Who cooked it?" he asked.

Everyone pointed at Egla.

The guard captain raised his eyebrows at her and said, "Cute - and a good cook - don't settle for the first handsome face that proposes to you."

She blushed crimson at his appreciatively suggestive counsel.

Imka couldn't resist. "Show him what else you can do, mutt."

In seconds the big goblin had dozens of birds sitting on him. He covered his bowl with his plate-sized palm.

"You don't have to worry about them spoiling your meal," I told him. I haven't been shit on since she learned how to do that.

The birds cleared off - all except for Twirp - who returned to Egla's shoulder.

Gort went back to shoveling wolf-stew into his mouth.

"I'm sorry I called you a mutt," he told Zora.

"Actually," she replied to him. "We're kind of getting used to it. Although, I will warn you that I nearly killed the first man who called us that."

"Fuck, woman, you nearly killed ME!" he complained.

He grinned broadly as the rest of us laughed until we had tears in our eyes. Egla got him more stew as soon as his first serving was gone. He pulled out his canteen, but it was empty. Awka stood, held her finger over the mouth of the container, and filled it with cold water.

"By the Gods!" he said, after taking a drink. "You'll spoil a man to his death and send him straight to the seven hells."

Zora grinned and said, "I'd rather find you a job you enjoy doing and have you stick around, if it's all the same to you."

He looked at her and promised, "We'll find a way to work something out."

"Good," she replied, taking her bowl to be cleaned.

When she returned, she said, "If you know anything about moving a group of civilians along public roads, Dera thinks we're going to have a wagon train about a mile long."

Gort looked around and Dera sheepishly raised her hand. He looked at her eyes and swore loudly.

After a few minutes more of eating, he got his nerve back, and said, "Hopefully, we'll have enough guards join us that we'll be able to position them along the caravan. Otherwise, we'll have a vanguard and a rearguard and figure out how to deal with interlopers."

Zora looked at him for a minute and said, "If you are serious about sticking with us long-term, I have a request of you."

"Name it," he said.

"Swear fealty to me, promising to protect me and mine until such time as the fates claim you."

He looked around the group. Each head nodded at his unasked question.

"What a day this has been!" he exclaimed.

He stood, dropped to one knee in front of Zora, and said, "I will follow your commands and will place myself between your people and those who would seek to cause them harm. I pledge my sword to your cause for as long as I am able to wield it."

"My people?" Zora asked him.

"Yes, my queen," he said.

"Gort, YOU are now my people," she said, hugging his neck.

His eyes grew large, and he cautiously patted her back.

Standing up, Zora said, "Alright, you demon-worshipping mutts, show this ogre what you can do. He can't use our skills to protect these people if he doesn't know what we're capable of.

Kia stepped up and said, "When she spoke of demons, she was talking about me. Try not to piss yourself."

Gort guffawed until she took her true form, "Quite a trick," he said.

Kia laughed. "That's not the trick," she said. "This is..."

In the next few seconds, she changed form a dozen times: a troll, a griffin, a wolf, an eagle, a ferret, a crocodile, a doppelganger of me, a warg, and then back to her goblin form.

"Damn me to the seven hells!" he exclaimed, still recovering from the sight of her warg-form.

"I'm also pretty good at throwing knives and can see through most illusions," she said, before stepping away.

Reav ran up and stood in front of the huge goblin.

"Reav," I said, "the poor man has seen what you can do."

"Not this," he said, before disappearing and tickling the man.

"Unfair! Unfair!" Gort yelled, laughing as he tried to guard his ribs.

Reav stepped back in front of him, reappeared, and bowed with a flourish - before teleporting away.