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blood oath to defend to the death the babies they carried. Fulkth, the Chief
Engineer and commander of the squadron, came to stand beside Kang.
 Looks good, he said.
 It s a Temple of Paladine, Kang returned.
Fulkth s long tongue flicked out between his teeth.  Must be nigh unto
six hundred goblins on our tail, sir.
Kang snorted, said nothing. Slith came out of the front, began waving
his arm back and forth, the signal that all was well.
 Go! Kang ordered and Support Squadron moved out, heading for the
temple at a run. They passed Slith, who was returning to make his report.
 You think we can hold there, Slith? Kang asked.
 Yes, sir. Support Squadron can fortify the doors and windows. That
brick wall is good and solid. It ll give pause to the goblins. They ll think
twice before they try coming over the wall after us.
 Just like they thought twice about tracking us through the snow,
Kang muttered.  I m sorry, Slith. It s not your fault. I m in a bad mood,
that s all.
 I know how you feel, sir, Slith said. He gave a shiver, his scales
clicked. Normally, the dragon heritage of the draconians would protect
them from the cold, but if the temperature dropped too low, the draconians
couldn t adjust to it and faced the possibility of freezing to death.
The temperature was dropping.
 No problems inside? Kang asked.  No holy force tried to prevent you
from entering?
 No, sir. Slith grinned, showing a row of sharp teeth.  The rumors we
heard must be true. Paladine s long gone. No one else is inside either, at
least that I could see.
 Fulkth will check the place out. I ll make the temple my headquarters.
Let s go.
Kang and his small security detail of five baaz draco-nians raced to the
temple. Support Squadron had already entered the gateway of the temple
grounds. He could hear Fulkth shouting commands to search the buildings,
secure the windows and the doors. Kang had reached the gate when one of
his guards called his attention behind them. A runner was coming toward
him, using his wings to hop and glide, letting the wind help carry him
across the plain.
The runner skidded to a halt.
 Sir, Squadron Master Gloth reports that the goblins broke through his
first line, but that he repelled the break and now the goblins have retreated
three hundred yards. He thinks its only temporary, though, and wants to
know if you want him to pull back to the temple, sir.
Kang looked at Slith.  What do you think?
Slith shrugged.  They ve got to pull back sometime, sir. Might as well
be now.
 How s it looking up there? Kang asked the runner.
 We ve lost four or five of ours, but one was Kelemek, the bozak, and
when he went, he took nearly twenty goblins with him.
 Hate to lose him, all the same.
Another one of us gone, Kang thought. Our numbers grow fewer every
day. Maybe we should have stayed in the valley. . . .
 Sir? Slith was regarding his commander in concern.
The runner flapped his wings and did a little dance to keep warm.
Kang blinked, rubbed the stinging snow from his eyes.  If First
Squadron pulls back, it ll put all the pressure on Second Squadron. That
can t be helped. Churz, go back and tell Gloth to retreat to the temple, then
go to Yethik and tell him to do the same. The length of time it takes you to
move between one and the other will cause a delay between the two. Keep
the squadrons moving back in echelon.
Yethik was new to the command of Second Squadron. He had taken
command only two days before when a goblin arrow had pierced Irlihk s
eye, killing him instantly. They had lost nearly thirty draconians since
setting out from Mount Celebundin. There were just over two hundred left
in the regiment.
The runner nodded, repeated the orders to ensure he got them right.
Kang slapped him on the back and sent him off.
One of the baaz in the Security Detail pitched forward on his face. Slith
rolled him over. There was an arrow in his back, lodged beneath his
wings, a patch which the armor couldn t cover. Even as they watched, the
body started to turn to stone.
Slith ran inside the temple. Kang left the baaz where he lay and entered
the gates to the temple grounds. The rest of the baaz guards trooped in
behind him. Inside it was eerily quiet. The wall kept out the wind. Maybe
it would also keep out the goblins.
 Slith, make sure Support Squadron s ready to handle the defense. Oh,
and get fires going. We re going to need heat. You four, fix me a post up
on the second level where I can see the fighting. I want some torches
brought up. Have Dremon report to me once you re set up.
The lead baaz saluted but hesitated before carrying out his orders. He
looked back out to the body of his comrade. Snow was starting to pile up
around it
 Yes, I know, Kang said, answering the unspoken question.  If we
win this battle, we ll go back and retrieve him and bury him properly.
Same with the rest of our dead, those that remain intact. If we lose, it
won t make much difference where he lies, will it?
 No, sir. Sorry, sir.
 Don t apologize, Rog. We care for our own, Kang replied.  No
shame in that. Only credit. Now, off you go.
The four baaz moved off to do their commander s bidding.
Kang climbed the stairs, entered what had apparently been a living
quarters for some of the clerics who served the temple. The room was
small and exceptionally clean but completely bare. Only the bunks built
into the walls remained.
Kang opened the shutters, looked out the window. The wind howled at
him, but he could see First Squadron drawing near the temple grounds.
Second Squadron was five hundred yards back. Neither was being
pursued. He closed the shutters, sat down on one of the bunks.
A mistake. He would lie down, stretch out, take a nap. Just a short nap.
He hadn t slept much in these past few days. He hadn t slept much in the
past few months, or so it seemed. A nap wouldn t hurt anything. He d
done everything he could, the matter was out of his hands, Slith could deal
with . . . with . . .
 Sir! Support Squadron reporting, sir! A draconian materialized in
front of Kang, saluted.
Kang sighed and opened his eyes. He wearily returned the salute.
Dremon, another sivak draconian, had been promoted to Chief Supply
Officer when Yethik had taken command of Second Squadron. Dremon
was the best reconnaissance soldier in the regiment, meaning that he was
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