The Grim Wanderer (44 page)

‘Come on Forgrun!’ Taem yelled, but his voice just melded into a hundred other booming voices.

Sturad attacked, snarling and foaming at the mouth. Forgrun went on the defensive, evading and blocking a fast combination from the Claymore Rhungar. In a brief respite, the opponents warily circled each other. They were evenly matched. Sturad thrust forward viciously with everything he had, but Forgrun held him off – defending himself against blow after blow. Taem could see Forgrun was holding back, moving around and blocking, weathering the storm of Sturad’s attacks, but not expending too much energy.
Clever Forgrun
, Taem thought,
let the Claymore tire himself out
.

Sturad’s offensive began to let up, after he had hurled at least two dozen attacks, but Forgrun was not going to let him rest now. Roaring, the Ironstone surged forward, going all out to knock Sturad’s head off. The Claymore could barely defend himself from the forceful offensive. One of Forgrun’s blows skimmed off Sturad’s baton, as the Claymore hefted it up to block. Forgrun’s baton went swinging into the side of the Claymore’s head. The crowd howled. Sturad buckled, unsteady on his feet. Without pausing, Forgrun stepped off to the side and swept his baton into the back of Sturad’s leg, behind the knee. The Claymore Rhungar was upended, and slammed down hard on his back. Bringing his baton above his head, Forgrun made to win by knockout.

Forgrun’s axe flew down at the grounded Claymore. Sturad rolled aside at the last moment, bringing him right to the edge of the duel disc. The crowd gasped as one. Forgrun went after the prone Sturad but, as he pursued, the Claymore thrust the butt of his baton into the charging Ironstone’s ribs, and swung a booted foot out to catch the backs of Forgrun’s ankles. The Ironstone crashed to the floor. Both were now lying parallel on the disc. Sturad swivelled over and smacked Forgrun in the stomach with his baton. The crowd shuddered, feeling every blow themselves. The Claymore tried the same strike again, but this time Forgrun turned the blow aside, his baton handle pressed close to his body. The combatants rolled away and jumped to their feet, beards flailing wildly.

The crowd screamed louder than they had all morning. Both Rhungars ran inward and clashed on the middle of the disc. Baton met baton with a thud. Again the mock axes smashed together. And again. On the fourth meeting they remained interlocked. The two Rhungars struggled against each other with all their might, battling like two titans to cast each other from the disc. With a shove the combatants were apart once more.

Forgrun’s baton came downward, and Sturad defended it well. At the same time as the clash of batons, Forgrun’s foot came up and lashed out to the front. Forgrun’s heavy boot landed square on the Claymore’s chest, sending Sturad sprawling. Forgrun roared, and the crowd echoed his roar. Sturad got up slowly. Taem could see Sturad was winded, as the Claymore staggered to his feet. Forgrun lunged hard for Sturad with a furious strike. The weary Claymore tried to parry the blow, but managed only to deflect it and send it slamming into his groin.

The coliseum’s crowd let out a collective groan. Sturad lay on the disc, defenceless, wincing in pain and struggling for breath. With a huge battle cry, Forgrun hoisted his baton high into the air. The crowd went silent. Sturad closed his eyes and braced himself, but Forgrun stopped short of smashing it into his downed opponent. Forgrun let his baton drop to his side, and the full crowd stood up and gave the Ironstone a rousing applause.

As Forgrun turned to face the crowd, looking smug and soaking up the clapping and cheering, he glimpsed Logan’s face. The Sodan Master was shaking his head at Forgrun, with disapproval. Forgrun was baffled,
what had he done wrong?

There was a thud on the back of Forgrun’s head, as Sturad’s baton landed with shuddering force. Forgrun’s eyes went blank as he toppled. The crowd booed at Sturad, pointing their thumbs to the ground.

Forgrun should not have let his guard down, Taem thought, not until the great bell rang out.

Forgrun rose up to his knees, his eyes were dazed as he swayed. Sturad bellowed. He swung to knock the Ironstone out cold and finish it. But this time, Forgrun was ready. He ducked and rolled as Sturad struck. Coming up fast, Forgrun cracked the Claymore across the jaw with his baton. Charging forward, Forgrun hammered into Sturad with his shoulder, following through to pick him up over his back. Forgrun ran to the edge of the disc and hurled Sturad off, down to the water, to the crowd’s deafening approval. But somehow, the Claymore grabbed Forgrun’s clothes, whilst scrabbling to catch his foot on the edge of the disc. Sturad did just enough to take Forgrun tumbling over the edge with him.

Together, the combatants plummeted the eight-foot into the water pit below. Forgrun hit the water first, and Sturad landed on top of him. The icy chill enveloped them both, and the sound of the cheering crowd went dull to their submerged ears. Confusion washed over them. Stewards jumped into the pit and yanked the floundering pair out of the water. Both the combatants were bewildered and bruised. Taem saw the entire crowd talking amongst themselves, no one knew who had won. As their team-mates congratulated the combatants on a hard fought battle, the Gaunt Ruck bell rang out and everyone in the coliseum went silent.

The gamesmaster spoke out, ‘Claymore do had last foot on duel disc, an’ Ironstone be hittin’ aqua first. Shield be awarded ter… Claymore!’

The Ironstone team screamed their frustration at this, as did the crowd, and an army of stewards had to get between them and the Claymore team. The Claymores pulled their ears out with their hands, puffed up their checks, stuck out their tongues and blew raspberries at the Ironstones. The crowd yelled their disapproval. The Gaunt Ruck bell rang out anew, scything through the chaos, as everyone stopped to watch the mesmeric twirling wheel. Taem knew Claymore now led Ironstone two shields to one. The wheel glided to a halt, falling on the next challenge, which was to be:

‘
Stones
!’ The gamesmaster cried out, and the crowd went wild all over again.

‘Meself and Ragad be ye ones fer Stones,’ Forgrun said angrily, as he glared over at Sturad.

‘Forgrun,’ Pendran said, ‘ye just do compete a gruellin’ duel, yhee should rest–’

‘Nay!’ Forgrun roared. ‘Ye barbarian an’ me do win ye Stones!’

‘Yhee be ye captain,’ Harnan nodded his head at Forgrun. ‘An’ if yhee say yhee can win – then go be win!’

‘Aye!’ All the Ironstone Rhungars hollered.

Taem knew his friend wanted to win this Gaunt Ruck more than anything –
especially
now he had lost some of his pride in the duel with Sturad.

The stewards rushed around the arena to secure the necessary equipment for Stones. Taem saw there was a marked out loading station – from where the stones had to be moved to a treasury in the end zone, in ascending order of weight, fifty feet away. The twelve spherical stones had to be transported by heavy carts, with metal spoked wheels to bear the hefty burden. The smallest of those enormous stones must have weighed more than Taem. Each stone had to be lifted by one person. Taem could see this was a test of raw strength, and he knew he would have had no chance of completing this task. There were three heavy carts for each team – one for each run of stones.

Forgrun was fired up as the giant bell tolled, throwing his first couple of stones on the back of the cart, quickly followed by Ragad getting his two on board. They sprinted round to the front of the cart, each grabbing either side of the yoke, and hurtled the loaded cart down the track, leaving the two Claymore Rhungars for dust. Taem could see this first run of three was more a test of speed-strength than pure strength – as the challenge went on the Stones got larger.

As the crowd howled, the Ironstone team did not let up their terrific pace. Forgrun and Ragad dragged their loaded cart into the end zone, and sprinted back down the track to start the next load, four stones of medium weight. Taem thought those stones looked incredibly heavy. But Forgrun and Ragad made swift work of getting them on the second cart, urged on by the deafening roars of the cheering stadium. With a massive initial exertion, Forgrun and Ragad got the heavy cart rolling down the track to the end zone. As they jogged wearily back to the loading zone, they passed the well behind Claymore Rhungars, huffing and puffing as they dragged their second laden cart the other way.

‘Never do team complete ye final load o’ stones!’ Harnan said to Taem, as they watched Ragad and Forgrun walk over to the last four massive stones.

‘On come, Ragad!’ Forgrun growled, as he went down on his hunches and got his huge arms under one of the mammoth stones.

Knowing Forgrun well, Taem was sure the Rhungar wanted the honour of completing the Stones.

Taem could see that to lift those hulking stones required a muscle bursting effort in the arms, the legs and the back. He saw how Ragad and Forgrun each strained with every bit of their great strength. The crowd roared as the contestants wrenched with all their might. With a bellowing cry, Forgrun loaded each of his two stones up to the third cart, as Ragad silently hefted his – wordless, but the struggle and the tension could be seen in the sinews of the Croma’s face, and the quivering of his bulging muscles. The Claymore team ran back to their third loading station, but they recognised they had little chance of even completing the last run, let alone catching the blue team.

Spurred on by the overwhelming roar of the crowd, Forgrun and Ragad wearily plodded to the front of their third cart, and took up position behind the yoke. They each grabbed one side. Taem saw a determined glare flitted between Forgrun and Ragad before they flung themselves against the yoke, wrenching with their whole bodies. They tried to get the cart rolling, giving their maximum exertion. The cart would not budge, and everyone in the audience feared that even the prodigious strength of these two was not enough. But then, with the coliseum a cauldron of raucous, heartening cheers, Forgrun cried out the loudest battle cry Taem had ever heard, and the wagon edged forward an inch.

‘Go on! Taem yelled, but his voice was drowned out amongst the deafening din of a hundred similar shouts.

Once Ragad and Forgrun had the cart moving, they knew they could not let it stop, and they continued to haul with everything they had. The crowd screamed them on, louder than ever.

Inching the heavy cart forward took all of their effort but, ever so slowly, it gained momentum, and they trudged it on towards the end zone, crossing the line running with the cart. Forgrun and Ragad both collapsed to the floor from the exertion, their breathing deep and gasping, their muscles trembling. The crowd erupted in admiration for the warriors’ efforts. Loud and long the spectators cheered. Everyone knew that no one
ever
finished Stones – but these two had!

The blue of Forgrun’s Ironstone were duly awarded the shield for their efforts, and the whole stadium dispersed for a lunch break, with the Gaunt Ruck proper scheduled to begin in the afternoon.

Taem followed his team to a quiet room under the stands, so they could talk tactics over lunch without being disturbed. They ate quickly, to give their food time to digest before they had to start running again, and because they were famished.

Once everyone had scoffed down their bread and meat, Forgrun ran through the rules of the Gaunt Ruck game, which would involve the entire teams of both sides. From what Taem could gather, there were three additional shields available in the Gaunt Ruck, but it was also possible for the teams to steal shields already stored in the other team’s treasury.

‘Ye whole stadium be ye Gaunt Ruck pitch,’ Forgrun said to Taem and Ragad. ‘There be two opposite treasuries on pitch’s circumference, an’ also two opposite tackle posts – each spaced like ye twelve, three, six an’ nine o’ a clock.’

‘Like the points of a compass?’ Taem said, for Ragad’s benefit.

‘Aye,’ Forgrun nodded. ‘Each team be startin’ with shields they collected from ye challenges in their treasuries – in today’s match it be two each. Ye remainin’ three shields be placed in centre o’ coliseum. All we have ter do is be havin’ more shields inside our treasury than theirs by time ye final bell rings out. Are yhee with me thus far?’

Both Men nodded.

‘Shields do be pilfered from opponent’s treasury,’ Forgrun held up a single finger, ‘but only one shield be carried at a time. If yhee get tackled, yhee must be runnin’ ter nearest tackle post. If yhee be carryin’ shield as yhee be gettin’ tackled, yhee must be droppin’ it ter floor. That be it. They be all rules.’

‘How do you tackle?’ Taem asked.

Forgrun’s eyes glinted as he smiled, ‘Be grabbin’ opp’sition player anywhere below shoulders, an’ do get him ter floor any way yhee can.’

‘Sounds just like when my brothers and I play Maul back home,’ Taem said.

‘Positions!’ Forgrun gestured for the whole team to gather round. ‘Strategy! That be beauty o’ Gaunt Ruck! Taem an’ Donval an’ I be playin’ raiders. We be hunting fer shields, an’ be getting’ ’em inside our treasury. Harnan and Ragad do be keepers – yhee defend our treasury. And Pendran, yhee be catcher.’

Taem knew Pendran was – for a Rhungar – a fast runner.

‘Catchers hunt down ye opponents carryin’ shields,’ Forgrun told Taem and Ragad. ‘And yhee two do be roamers.’ Forgrun said to the two Ironstones who Taem thought were the least effective players on the team. ‘Yhee must do be both raidin’
an’
keepin’. Tis most important role,’ Forgrun said boldly, and those two Rhungars swelled up with pride.