Chapter Eight: The King’s Helm
I grunted as Gaius dropped a large sack of flour on my shoulder. The powder from inside puffed out of the small holes in the sack and surrounded me in a white cloud. Frowning, I pursed my lips and tried to blow the cloud away before all the dust settled on me. I heard my cousin laugh as he picked up his own bag and tossed it over his shoulder. I looked back at him, “What’s so funny?”
The taller male walked past me, swatting at the cloud. “I’m sorry, but it looks like you’re covered in snow.” He chuckled again, forcing me to smile as I followed after him. “There’s a hole in the top. I guess when I gave it to you I ripped it.”
I huffed slightly. “If you hadn’t have dropped it so hard, we wouldn’t have wasted so much. You barely have any on you.” He laughed again. “You won’t think it’s funny when Uncle checks inventory and sees we’re missing half a bag.”
He hummed. “Don’t exaggerate. It’s not nearly that bad.” He adjusted the sack on his shoulder as he walked. “I’ll have Faida cook some bread with what’s left. He won’t know any of it was missing then.”
As I followed him from the wagon to the “Four Shields”, I looked up at the blue-gray sky. It had been a little over a month since our arrival in Skyrim. The summer months were at an end and the crisp breath of autumn was at our door. The cold wasted no time in arriving as it appeared snow would be falling sooner than expected. In preparation, my uncle ordered extra rations for our camp that month, just in case the roads were impassible by wagon. I advised him to order our winter uniforms or blankets at the very least, but he assured me the ones we had were fine. Still, I did not look forward to braving the elements in just my cold, leather gear.
Gaius set his bag down on the porch outside of the tavern, laying it against the wall beside the other supplies we had unpacked. He took the open bag from my shoulder and set it closer to the door. He smirked slightly as he dusted the powder from my shoulder and hair. I waved him off and started back for the wagon. “I’ll probably get worse carrying other bags. We can just wait until we’re done.”
He followed, wiping off the little that covered his uniform. “I can’t wait for real snow.”
“I can,” I yawned, stealing another glance up at the sky. I was reminded of the snow that seemed to permanently covered Windhelm. I was not looking forward to every where being so cold. “I wish Skyrim was warmer, like Cyrodiil.”
He nodded slowly. “I miss home, too. We’ll be back before you realize it, Tali. Maybe the commander will let us go home for the Old and New Life Festivals. Mother will probably be making apple pies and sweet rolls.” He hummed at the thought, closing his eyes.
“Maybe,” I answered, trying not to express how upset I felt. I knew I would probably never set foot back in Cyrodiil, but I wasn’t going to let Gaius know that. With everything I knew about the empire, I doubted I’d be able to return to my home without feeling of disgust. I loved the land and I loved the people, but I couldn't love a country they would tolerate such evil.
Gaius smiled down at me before grabbing another sack from the back of our supply wagon. He started to hand it over to me before stopping. His gaze rested on something past me and I quickly turned to see what he was staring at. I smiled faintly as I heard him whisper, “By the Eight…”
A familiar fiery-haired Nord was crossing over the bridge into town. Even from a distance, her beauty was captivating. She let her waist long hair flow freely behind her tight tavern dress. The green and brown gown was slightly more exposing than what I would call modest, but I supposed it served its purpose in making her appear like a normal citizen. Kaita carried only a dagger on her hip, but I was assured she handled it well enough to defend herself from any attack.
She completely stunned Gaius. As I looked back up at him, I scoffed slightly. I elbowed his gut playfully. “You don’t want that one, Gaius,” I whispered. “You’re lucky to have landed Faida. You don’t have a chance with her.”
He looked down at me, smirking. What I said must have sounded like a challenge to him. “Thirty septims says I do.”
I started to argue before crossing my arms with a knowing smile. “Alright, deal.” I looked past him as the Nord woman came closer. I caught her eye. “She’s coming this way, cousin. Work your magic.”
Gaius quickly dusted the remaining flour from his shoulder and straightened up his uniform. He cleared his throat, turning to face her and leaning against the wagon. Kaita stopped when he looked at her, raising a brow in suspicion. He addressed her with a smooth voice, “Good afternoon, fair woman. I haven’t seen you here before.”
Kaita looked at him silently before glancing over at me. I rolled my eyes with a smile and gestured to Gaius with a silent huff. She caught on to my silent cues and smiled coyly. “Oh, no? I pass through here every so often.” She rested a hand on her hip. “I haven’t seen you before, either, and I think I would have remembered someone like you.”
Gaius grinned slightly. “We haven’t been here long: only a month or so.” He looked up at the sky with a false sigh. “You know, it looks like it might snow. You might should get a room at the “Four Shields”. I’d hate to think of you traveling alone in the cold.”
She hummed. “How thoughtful of you. I was hoping to find a traveling partner though, as I don’t like staying in the inn.” She pursed her lips slightly, leaning closer to him. “What’s your name, soldier?”
“Gaius Maro,” my cousin replied over confidently. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I just so happen to know someone who’s free to travel with you awhile.”
She glanced back at me, amused. “Gaius Maro, huh? I actually came here hoping to travel with a Maro.” Gaius chuckled a little as Kaita continued, “I was told there is one here that can help me with a little problem I’m having.”
“That would be me,” Gaius replied, smitten by her velvet tone.
She smiled sweetly, “Oh? Is that so?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I had no idea you were a woman.”
I snorted as Gaius’ expression changed from infatuated to confused. He looked back at me as I tried to withhold my laughter behind my hands. He frowned before looking back at Kaita. “Talia? Are you looking for Talia?”
Kaita grinned. “Yes, Ice-Brain. I’m here for Talia.” She looked past him at me. “Your cousin is thick, isn't he?”
Gaius frowned at me, embarrassed, as I nodded. “He bet me thirty septims he could win you over.”
She smiled up at Gaius, patting his cheek. “I appreciate the effort, boy, but you just aren’t my type.” She giggled, shaking her head.
Gaius huffed, hesitantly smiling at her. “I’m everyone’s type,” he teased, conceitedly. He looked back at me. “You need to leave again?” I nodded to him and he quickly looked around. “I’ve got this covered. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them you’re sick in our tent.”
I smiled at him warmly with a nod. “Thank you, Gaius.” I looked at Kaita as she started walking back across the bridge. I stole a glance back at Gaius as he waved me off and hurried to follow the Nord.
Kaita kept her pace brisk and avoided drawing attention to us as we crossed over the river that passed by the town. Once over the bridge, she spoke up. “He seems nice.”
I rolled my eyes. “He is a child,” I started, “but he has a good heart. He’s made sure no one saw me sneak off to Windhelm the past few times. I keep him in the dark about where I go, but he still supports me. He’s the best I could ask for.”
She nodded. “Do you think if you told him what we were up to he’d defect to the Stormcloaks? We could always use more men.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know if he would. I know he wouldn’t tell anyone, but I don’t know if he’d join himself. I don’t want to put the pressure on him of knowing though. The less he knows, the safer he is if Tullius comes snooping around.” She nodded and I asked, “So, what are we up to? I didn't actually expect to get an assignment in person.”
Kaita stretched out her arms slightly with a yawn. “If Galmar had his way, you wouldn’t be getting an assignment. Ulfric, however, wanted you to start having other tasks besides courier work.” She smiled over at me. “We’re going to get a crown.”
“A crown?” I asked, confused. “Whose crown?”
“When we retrieve it, it will be Ulfric’s crown, but at the moment it belongs to dead King Borgas.” She turned off the road down a dirt path and I followed. “Ulfric doesn’t believe the crown exists, but Galmar knows it does. Regardless of if it’s there or not, we’re meeting a group of elites at Korvanjund tomb in The Pale. It’s closer to Whiterun than anywhere else, so we’re taking the southern route.”
I frowned. “For clarification, we are breaking into the crypt of a dead king to steal a crown that might not be there?” She nodded. “Why do we need the crown? Can’t we forge Ulfric one?”
She shook her head. “This crown is special, Talia. During the First Era, it belonged to every High King of Skyrim. Galmar thinks if we get the crown for Ulfric, it will legitimize our cause. When others see we have the crown of legend, they will know Ulfric is the right person to be High King.”
I nodded in understanding but asked, “Why hasn’t anyone gone after it before?”
“It’s been lost to history since the War of Succession until Galmar cracked down on the exact location. As far as we know, no one else has been able to find the location, let alone break into the ruin. We’ll be the first ones in at least two eras to get into the crypt.” Kaita stopped when we had walked a good distance from the road. She brought a hand to her mouth and whistled loudly before turning to face me again. “I know Galmar’s right. He wouldn’t risk our lives on just a hunch.”
I looked past her as the sound of thunderous hoof beats trotted across the leaf-littered ground. I smiled as I saw Kaita’s black coated mare navigate through the trees, pulling along my larger, sorrel stallion. I laughed lightly, “He hasn’t run off yet?”
She hummed. “I tied him tightly to Valk. She never wanders far and doesn’t let other horses push her around. If it were anyone else’s horse, I’m sure they’d both be gone.” She patted the steed’s neck when she stopped in front of us and began to dig her armor out of the saddle bags. “Glaer has your armor. I double-checked before leaving Windhelm.”
I thanked her and untied the stallion’s reins from Valk’s saddle. I rubbed his nose, digging though my pouch for a treat for him. “I’ll be happy to get out of my uniform and into something warmer. I wish we thought to line the leather with fur.”
As Kaita stripped out of her dress and boots and into the Stormcloak Cuirass, I heard her mumble. “Personally, I like the Imperial look. You’re shiny and easy to spot from a distance.” She giggled a little. “Our mail hides us better in the snow and shadows. We had to adapt to our climate.”
I hummed in response as I also changed into the renegade armor. “We are certainly proud of our homeland and arrogant enough to not change our looks even when we stick out like a horker.” I sighed weakly and adjusted the long blue scarf around my neck. My breath froze in the air as I took a moment to relax in the warmth.
I looked back over at the Stormblade when I heard her pull herself onto her horse. I quickly stuffed my old armor into the saddle bags and climbed into my saddle as well. Kaita turned to face the forest again, holding her hand to the horizon to measure the distance between it and Mundus. She looked over her shoulder at me and stated, “We’ll be traveling in the trees until we reach the road north of Rorikstead. We should be far enough into neutral territory to travel openly.”
I rode up next to her as she took out her map to check the direction of Rorikstead. I studied the etched lines before looking back up at the sky. “It will be dark when we get there.”
She nodded. “We’ll be less likely to draw attention to any passersby.” She folded the parchment and clucked to the horse to get her moving. I followed behind as we picked up speed. “Do you trust me to navigate in the dark?”
I nodded without hesitation. “With my life.”
She smiled back at me. “Then keep up speed, relax, and soak in the last few hours of Mundus. It only gets colder in the Pale.”
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Kaita wasn’t lying. It seemed the moment we left Whiterun Hold the air became ice. One moment we were in the vast plains and a mile down the road we found ourselves trudging through the snow-filled hills of the Pale. I shivered as I leaned down close to Glaer’s neck, sucking what little body heat I could from him as we galloped down the slippery cobblestone roads. Even for a Nord, the lack of sunlight and frigid air seemed to take their toll. Kaita trembled as well, pulling her scarf up to cover her nose from the icy flakes that fell from the sky. Next time Gaius wished for winter, I was going to tell him to visit The Pale.
When Valk slowed down as we neared a bend in the road, I silently sighed in relief. I pulled Glaer to a trot and rode up beside Kaita. She pulled her scarf down and I found see the frown of unease on her face. “What is it?” I asked.
She pointed to the ground and I followed her gaze. Fresh wagon tracks left the main road and started down a small path that was almost hidden by the snow. “We didn’t bring a wagon,” she told me, starting down the path herself. “Someone else came through here recently.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes peeled in the dark. I heard the sound of a bird just off the path and directed my attention that way. Vaguely, I made out Galmar’s form in the snow and whispered to Kaita, “There’s Galmar.” We both climbed off our horses, careful to tie Glaer back to Valk and turned them loose. I hurried to follow Kaita through the snow and over to where the other Stormcloaks hid.
She sank down beside Galmar, teeth chattering. “Been waiting long?” she teased. He grunted, rolling his eyes at her. She kept her voice low as she asked, “Why did you bring a wagon? Did you plan on staying here long?”
Galmar shook his head, his gruff voice matching her quiet tone, “We didn’t. About five wagons came through here just before you two showed up. They were toting Legionnaires. I’m surprised you didn’t run into them.”
Kaita frowned. “What would Legionnaires want with Korvanjund?” She paused. “You don’t think they’re after the crown to?”
He nodded. “Someone must have told them about it. We were the only ones who knew about the location, so I think we have a leak.” His heavy gaze rested on me.
Kaita elbowed him. “It isn’t her. She didn’t even know about this place until a few hours ago.” He huffed and looked away from her. “Besides, we don’t need to worry about that now. We’ll tell Ulfric and have him decide what to do. For now, we need to figure out how to deal with the Legionnaires.”
I looked over the group that Galmar had brought. Altogether, we numbered fifteen. I reasoned if Galmar was right about the wagons housing Imperial soldiers, there were at least 50 in Korvanjund. I wasn’t the best mathematician, but I wasn’t liking our odds of a direct attack. As I looked the group over however, I had an idea. “You said Legionnaire uniforms are shiny compared to ours. I reason we could still make them out in the dark even if they can’t see us. We don’t have much of a chance if we charge in, but we might be able to pull this off if we use sneak tactics.”
Kaita looked at Galmar as the man hummed in thought. “I’m not much of a sneaking type, but I’ve pulled off ranged attacks before. You might be on to something.” I smiled, taking it as a compliment as he continued, “We need to see where most of their troops are positioned. Kaita, scout the entrance to Korvanjund. Talia, you can follow the wagon tracks and see where they set up camp. We’ll wait here and try to come up with a plan.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, looking to Kaita. She nodded at me crouching in the snow and sneaking forwards towards the path. I followed her until she diverged to head towards the ledge overlooking the entrance to the crypt. I followed the tracks in the deep snow as they headed east. I saw several footsteps in disorganized lines that led back to Korvanjund. The crushed snow let me estimate most of the men had marched on the tomb.
I stopped when I heard distant voices and saw sparks. I watched as a soldier started a fire in the center of a small clearing. The wagons were arranged in a circle around the fire and, from what I could tell, were mostly empty. There was a small group of men left to keep the camp running, most of them lightly-armed. I did notice a wagon was packed full of rations that were just begging to be taken. I took note and headed back to Galmar.
I snuck back over to the Stormcloaks, settling down in the snow. “There’s six or seven of them just east of the entrance. The rest have already gone to the tomb.” I looked behind me as I saw Kaita coming. “They’ve brought a lot of supplies that we could use if we take the camp. It would be easy. Those left at the camp look like cooks and healers. They won’t be used to battle and certainly won’t expect an attack.”
Galmar nodded and put his attention on Kaita as she sat beside me. “What did you see?” he asked gruffly.
She chattered, “They have about fifteen stationed outside Korvanjund. A couple scouts are positioned on the high ground, but most of them are near the door.” She huffed. “The rest appeared to have gone inside already.”
The Nord commander stroked his beard in thought before looking over our group again. He made a motion with his hand, calling the group into a tighter circle. “Archers will follow Kaita to the crypt. I want that group guarding the door taken out first and then the others you can engage in hand-to-hand. The rest of you will follow me to their camp. We’re going to take that wagon back to Windhelm. Even if the crown isn’t here, Ulfric won’t think this was a wasted trip then.”
“Yes, sir,” the others whispered in unison.
We broke into our groups, five elites following Galmar and the rest following Kaita. I chose to help the Stormblade as well as I figured they needed the most help. Before leaving, Galmar told Kaita, “Wait for us before going inside. We won’t be long.”
Kaita nodded to him quickly and addressed our squad. “Stay close and keep your bows at the ready. They shouldn’t see us approach, but I’m not taking any chances.” She took her bow from her back and began sneaking towards the crypt.
I drew my weapon as well, nocking an arrow in preparation. I followed in her footsteps as we marched single-file to the ledge to hide our numbers. The tomb was certainly beautiful. The entrance was below us in a man-made hole. There were two sets of stairs leading into the pit each guarded by two or three Imperial scouts. Above the door there was a balcony that was reachable by a third set of steps. I saw a small fire on the stone and a couple more soldiers warming themselves by the flames. Like Kaita stated, the remaining soldiers guarded the bottom of the pit.
Kaita brought us to the overlooking ledge. She whispered, “Rain arrows on them. We’ll worry about the scouts after the bulk of them have fallen.” The other Stormcloaks drew back their bows, waiting for the order to release. I was more hesitant. I knew it would happen eventually, but I was reluctant to make my first kill against my own countrymen. I reasoned they would kill me if the roles were reversed, but it didn’t make it easier on me. Still, I pulled back the light steel arrow and closed one eye. I aimed for one faceless soldiers in the center, trying to place the shot for a quick kill. My breath shook as I released at Kaita’s command.
Grunts and groans of pain sounded from the pit, but the Stormcloaks didn’t let up on their assault. They chose new targets and continued to storm the darts onto the dying men. I was slow to nock another arrow, my eyes focusing on the one I killed. He died quickly, falling to the ground without struggle. Still, guilt riddled my core. He was the first blood I drew as a Stormcloak.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted one of the scouts dart up the stairs. He spotted us and had nocked his own arrow. He aimed for Kaita beside me. I stood up quickly, not hesitating to release the next bolt. The head burrowed deep into his throat and he slipped on the icy steps. His arrow misfired, hitting a tree somewhere behind me. I watched him slide down the steps, hitting his head enough times to ensure his death. Sick, thick blood dripped down the steps beside him.
I looked back at Kaita. She nodded to me in thanks before shouting to our troops, “Take out the scouts!” She drew back another shaft as well, aiming for the watchman above the door. I aimed for the other as I stood beside her. We released the bolts as the same time, lowering our bows as they found their respective targets. The rest of the Stormcloaks scurried down the steps to engage the remaining Imperials and Kaita and I followed. I didn’t have to draw my blade as most of the men had been laid to rest under our barrage of arrows.
Kaita went to the door, hesitantly pushing it open and looking inside. She didn’t see anyone, so she closed it again to wait for Galmar. She muttered something to me, but I was only half paying attention. Instead, I made my way over to the pile of dead we had taken out. My kill was still in the center and I studied him. I still couldn’t make out a face, but I thought it was better that way. I didn’t have to feel so guilty.
I felt Kaita’s hand on my shoulder as she stood beside me. I looked up at her and she smiled. “You know, I can now consider you a war-tested Shield-Sister.”
I raised a brow. “Shield-Sister?” I asked curiously.
“In battle, we Nords rely on our brothers and sisters in arms to defend us. We must protect each other. Most of the time, we just consider other Nords Shield-Siblings. For you, I’ll make an exception.” Her smile softened as she looked away.
I nodded in understanding. “It’s an honor then, Kaita.” I smiled brightly. “I’ll be the best Shield-Sister I can. I promise.” She giggled slightly before turning back towards the door. I followed behind her, looking over our group. We didn’t lose anyone in our attack, which I counted a blessing. Considering Galmar faired just as well and the divines smiled on us, we would have just enough people to pull it off.
We didn’t have to wait long for Galmar. The other Stormcloaks trotted down the steps and into the pit confidently. I noticed they missed a few men but Kaita brought up the point first. “Where are the others?”
Galmar motioned with his head. “They’re taking the wagon and prisoners back to Windhelm. We can handle the rest of the Legionnaires on our own.”
“You didn’t kill them?” I asked, slight relief in my tone.
Galmar hummed. “We took them by surprise so they didn’t put up much of a fight. Besides, they’ll be more useful to us alive.” He walked past me and Kaita, pushing open the door slightly. He looked around before motioning with his hand for us to sneak in behind him. As he crouched through the opening, Kaita followed behind, carefully storing her bow.
I passed through the opening behind her, not as willing to give up my weapon. Inside the hall was completely dark for a long while. I didn’t like to think what could be lurking in the shadows. Still, I followed my two superiors into the damp tomb. Ahead, distantly placed torches lighted a set of stairs and silhouetted the forms of more Imperial men. I saw Galmar’s outlined form hold up a hand for our party to stop. We sat in the silence, watching the soldiers move and hearing them chatter amongst themselves.
Galmar motioned me over and I crawled through the dark to his side. “See the officer nearest the torch?” he asked gruffly. I nodded. “I want you to take him out. You’ll draw the attention of the rest of the men in the room and we’ll reason if we have a chance or not.”
“What if we don’t?” I asked, slowly knocking an arrow.
“Gods help us,” he whispered. Not-at-all reassured by his words, I gulped and snuck forward to get a better shot at him. I approached one of the crumbled boulders that had fallen from the ceiling and peeked around the edge. I could just make out the man’s features and carefully aimed the bow. I released a sigh as my fingers let go of the string. The arrow found its target in the eye of the man making him silently slump back against the wall and slide to the floor. I quickly hid behind the rock as I heard the shuffling of feet. I shut my eyes trying to make out the number of voices that spoke up in question of the killing. I trusted Galmar to make the right choice and stayed put, even when the steps grew close to my position. I looked back in the dark at him, barely making out the glitz of light in his wolf-like eyes. He nodded at me and I drew my blade.
The sound of the unsheathing weapon caused the Imperial nearest to me to gasp. Before he could call for help, I rose to my feet, driving the blade through his light armor and into his chest. The sound of his yelp was drowned out by Galmar’s war cry as the Stormcloaks charged through the darkness and into the light. I drew the blade from his chest in time to deflect a blow from another Legionnaire. I shoved her away from me and towards the light were the other Stormcloaks were. While she was distracted with me, Kaita approached from behind, slicing open her back. I nodded to my Shield-Sister and looked over the now silent room.
Our small group of twelve didn’t speak as we crossed down the steps on the other side of the torches and filed through a small hallway. We looked for Galmar’s signals to give us direction. While never having formally learned their silent language, I understood it quite well. It was quick and efficient, allowing us to keep our location a secret from the enemies ahead of us.
Galmar halted us as we entered a second, much smaller room. I could hear Imperial voices below us so I crept to the edge. I started to draw back an arrow before Kaita stopped me. She silently pointed across the room to where I scout watched his comrades below. I nodded in understanding, and put away the bow. I slowly began creeping across the balcony towards him.
I pulled the dagger from my boot when I neared him, rising to my feet and hiding on the opposite side of the pillar he leaned against. With a swift motion, I reached around the column to cover his mouth as I ran the blade over his neck. He struggled in my grip a few moments before growing still. I then crawled back to the group, giving them the signal to advance. Galmar rose to his feet, pulling his warhammer and charging down the steps to the main floor. He caught the first soldier off guard, landing a hit in his back that audibly broke his neck. The other Imperial started to grab his axe, but one of our Stormcloaks was ready with her bow. As the shaft sunk into the man’s throat, I hurried down the stairs to meet up with them.
Galmar frowned as he examined the long hall that led from that room to a well-lit chamber. He muttered, “If they heard us, they might be waiting in an ambush on the other side. I don’t see any Imperials on the ground floor, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t using the upper levels.”
Kaita nodded. “Isn’t this the only way through?”
“Not necessarily,” he whispered, turning to address the group. “Check for another route, unless one of you want to risk charging in this way.”
The elites dispersed, looking for another entrance into the chamber. I looked as well, but was distracted by a large rock propped against the wall. The stone was smooth and carved out in the center. It almost looked like a stone bed, but I didn’t see how anyone could sleep at such an angle. Curious, I called Kaita over. “What’s this thing?”
“It’s like a coffin,” she started. “The ancients used to put a lot of effort into preserving the dead and making their afterlife comfortable. They lit torches, burnt candles, stored valuables in urns, and made stone beds for the honored dead. It’s not uncommon to find remains in the stone either, but luckily for us this one appears empty.”
I nodded to her, looking up to the ledge above us as one of the Stormcloaks called down to us. “I think I found something!”
Galmar, Kaita, and I hurried up the steps, following them past the columns and to a hallway. Most of the structure had crumbled making the way impassible, save for a small hole between the boulders. Galmar frowned. “It isn’t much of something.”
Kaita nodded. “Still, if we could get past, I’m sure this hall leads to the upper level of the chamber. We could move the stones and risk being heard, or we can try to squeeze through.”
The Nord man scoffed. “You’d have to be the size of a child to fit through there.” He paused, looking at Kaita and then down at me.
I looked between the two Nords, frowning slightly as Kaita grinned. “You want me to try?”
“Would you?” Kaita giggled, fighting off a smirk.
I sighed, rolling my eyes and removing my bow and sword. I handed them over to her to hold, muttering, “If I fit through here, I don’t ever want to hear about it again.”
“No promises,” Galmar unexpectedly teased, crossing his arms over his chest. I smiled faintly over at him before tossing my helm through the hole. Carefully, I knelt between the rocks and tried to force my way inside. I huffed as I felt the boulder shift and hurried the rest of the way through. For a moment, I thought the wall would come down, but it managed to stay upright. Galmar called from the other side, “Are you in?”
“I’m through,” I reassured them, reaching my hand back through the hole. As Kaita handed me the bow and then the sword, I continued, “If I see any, should I take them out?”
“Yes, but try not to draw attention to yourself. You’re going to be alone in there until we know it’s safe to come through,” he told me, his voice getting quieter as he walked away.
I nodded though they couldn’t see me and carefully put the helm back on my head. I took an arrow from the quiver on my back and readied myself to shoot. I navigated the dark hallway until I saw the light from the well-lit chamber. I kept my body low as I walked out onto the bridge that rose above the chamber floor.
Once again, I was thankful for the Nord’s good judgment. As I looked down from the bridge, I noticed the middle level lined with Legionnaires on both sides. They waited in ambush for us to pass through the hall. I frowned as I counted their number. Altogether there was about thirty. We were severely outnumbered.
I studied the area for a moment trying to figure out how to even the odds. The only thing we had to our advantage was surprise, but when I fired my shot even that would go away. I knew whatever I did needed to count and take out a lot of soldiers. I noticed the lanterns that hung above either group of Legionnaires. They had lit them to use for light, but I suspected they were made from the same flammable material we used at the outpost. I knew that if dropped with great enough force, they could explode. I decided to aim for those, as they were the best chance we had.
I blew the curly strand of hair from my face as I drew back the bow fully and aimed at the lantern above the group farthest from me. I planned my actions carefully before putting them into motion. No sooner did I let the string go, I reached behind me to pull another arrow from the quiver and aimed for the second group. I had no time to see the damage the light caused before I shot down the second one. I heard screams of pain from both sides and hesitantly made myself look over the damage I had caused. The lanterns did in fact explode and cause a fire. Those directly under the lights died almost instantly from the flame’s intensity, and those further out suffered burns. Some slowly died off from the injuries, but others were not critically hurt. I frowned, feeling a knot in my stomach as I slowly lowered my bow.
My eyes shifted to the door as the Stormcloaks charged in, combating the remaining Imperials. I watched them a moment before realizing I needed to join them. I quickly tossed the bow back over my shoulder and sprinted across the bridge to make my way to the lower levels. I couldn’t see them anymore, but I heard the fighting below me as I hurried to meet my comrades. By the time I reached the second level however, they had finished them off.
“Nice work, Unblooded!” Kaita called out to me at my approach. “You made our job easier.”
I panted, “I couldn’t let you walk into a trap. The flames were the best option.”
Galmar nodded. “It worked and that’s what matters. Come on now. We are getting close.” He looked over our group. “We’ve all managed to stay alive so far. I say the gods are with us tonight.” He started walking towards a heavy, metal door, motioning us to follow.
I slowed my breathing as we went from the well-lit chamber into a much dimmer hall. The very air in the place seemed different. The halls were carved with beautiful drawings and ancient lettering. From Kaita’s expression, I could tell the place was somewhat sacred. I asked quietly, “What’s this place?”
“The Hall of Stories,” she replied in awe. “Every tomb has a hall leading into the main crypt that tells the story and history of the dead that are buried there. These carvings must have been done during the first era! It’s amazing.”
I nodded, smiling faintly. “Do you know what any of it says?”
She shook her head. “I don’t have to, though. That’s the beauty of it. You can just feel the reverence and holiness of these halls. You don’t have to understand; you can just be.”
Galmar looked back at her in the dark, his expression soft and full of love. I knew at that moment why he loved her. Kaita was full of passion and energy that complimented Galmar’s stoic nature. He needed someone who could feel and express what he could not. I felt myself smile warmly as I looked between the two. Only when Galmar noticed me did he look away. He cleared his throat and muttered, “We’re here for a crown, Kaita, not sight-seeing.” He stopped walking, holding up his hand to stop us as well.
At the end of the hall, we could make out a couple silhouettes and hear voices. We quickly went to either side of the hall, pressing ourselves against the wall to hide as best we could. I strained to hear the conversation the Legionnaires were having further ahead. “This is the right claw, Legate, I just don’t know why it didn’t work.”
“It’s all right, I believe you,” a Nordic woman’s voice replied. “I think it’s a puzzle. These Nordic ruins usually have traps and tricks you have to navigate through.”
“Rikke,” I heard Galmar grumble under his breath. He pulled away from the wall, motioning us to follow. He drew his warhammer as he walked, not worrying about sticking to the shadows. He approached the Legionnaires, getting close before calling out, “You aren’t getting that crown, Rikke!”
The Legate and officer turned around, alarmed to see the band of Stormcloaks approach. Rikke glared at him, her hand tightening around the claw. “I didn’t expect you to make it this far, Galmar.”
The Nord scoffed, “Your Legionnaires are weak compared to us. We might be small, but we have Talos’ favor!” He gripped the warhammer tightly. “You still have time to help us, Rikke. Ulfric would welcome you back with open arms. A true Nord fights for her homeland, not against it!”
She frowned, obvious confusion in her expression. She looked as conflicted as I had been. Still, she shook her head. “I am fighting for my homeland. If we break away from the empire, the Thalmor will wipe us out. We are stronger united with the Legion.”
“I have more faith in us than that,” Galmar growled. “Because we were Shield-Siblings, I’ll let you live this once. Don’t expect me to show kindness again. Hand over the claw and get out.”
“You think I’d give you the crown that easily?” She asked with a scoff. “You’re a bigger fool that I thought.”
My eyes shifted from the Legate to the officer behind her. In the low-light of the hall a saw a slow movement from his hand. The glint of metal reflected off the distant torch as he silently unsheathed his weapon. His hate-filled eyes glared at Galmar as he turned the blade over in his hand. On instinct, I pulled my bow, knocking back an arrow and aiming for him. “Don’t you even think about it,” I threatened, catching everyone by surprise.
I felt Rikke’s gaze fall on me, but my eyes remained locked on the officer. “Talia?” I heard her ask. I immediately felt my heart sink at the recognition, shifting my gaze to her. I saw confusion in her expression as she looked me over. Galmar sensed my guilt and without hesitation swung his warhammer into the Legate’s chest. I heard a crunch of bone as I released my arrow, letting it find rest in the chest of the officer. He gasped before collapsing, slipping into Aetherius.
Rikke was tossed against the wall from the force, her head hitting the smooth carved stone. She sunk to the floor as well, unconscious and bleeding from her lips. I hesitantly put my bow away and walked over to her, laying her gently on the floor. I pressed my hand to her neck to check for a pulse. “She’s still alive, Galmar,” I whispered, my voice heavy.
He nodded. “Heal her.” The other Stormcloaks started to argue, but he cut them off. “I said I would let her live this time, and I’m not going back on my word. We need someone to tell Tullius we have the crown, anyways. Better her than risking one of our men in to face Tullius’ wrath alone.” I nodded faintly and took off my gloves. He then addressed me, “How did she know you?”
“I spend a lot of time in Tullius' office. We... We've had more than a few occasions to talk.” I took a shaky breath. “If she tells Tullius that she saw me, he’ll kill me the moment I get back to Dragon Bridge.”
The group was silent for a few long moments as I started to heal the broken bones in Rikke’s chest. Kaita reluctantly spoke up, “She hit her head pretty hard. There’s a chance she won’t remember, Talia.” She knelt beside me. “Even if she does, we won’t let them kill you. You can always just stay with us in Windhelm.” She smiled sadly.
I shook my head as I slowly removed my hands. “It doesn’t matter. I was bound to be discovered eventually.” I rose to my feet, trying to push aside my emotions. “We’re here for the crown, right? We don’t need to worry about anything else.”
Galmar studied me with a frown. He stored away the warhammer and walked over, patting my shoulder. “We’ll talk to Ulfric and get his opinion. He won’t make you go back if you’re under serious threat.” He looked over our group of Stormcloaks before pointing at one of the women that came with us. “You look close enough alike in the dark.” The woman raised a brow as he addressed her. “You and two others escort Rikke out when she wakes up and we’ll continue on ahead. We might be able to trick her into thinking she saw you instead of Talia.”
I looked at Galmar with a reluctant smile. “You think that’d work?” He nodded slightly. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
The man started to smile at me before fighting it away, “I know, but Ulfric would be ticked if I let you die. He sees potential in you for some reason.” He looked back down at Rikke and picked up the claw. “Let’s just keep going.”
As he started to fiddle with the door and claw, working on the puzzle, Kaita walked over to me. She whispered, “That’s as close to a compliment as you’re going to get from him, Tali.
I smiled softly before looking away again. I slipped my gloves back on, thanking the woman who would pose as me and escort the Legate out. I hoped the plan worked so I could continue to spy on the Legion for Ulfric. If it didn’t, I would have to leave Gaius and my uncle alone. That thought upset me the most. I knew the day would come when I would have to, but I wasn’t ready for it just yet.
I heard the heavy stone door move as Galmar pressed the claw into the stone lock. “Excellent,” I heard him mumble, looking back at the group. “The crown is just ahead. Keep your eyes open. We’ll be the ones triggering any traps from here on out.”
Our small group walked through the door and into the eerie silence. The long dark hallway no longer had a holy feel to it. Instead, I felt a sense of urgency. It was as if the walls beckoned us further into the crypt. The other Stormcloaks felt it to. They drew their weapons, keeping them at the ready. I decided to keep hand on my sword as well, just in case something happened.
We came to a second heavy door, but Galmar pushed it open easily. Light filtered from a hole in the ceiling and torches that lined the walls. They must have been lit eras ago yet, by some form of magic, still burned brightly. We stopped at the entrance of the room, looking around at the carvings and stone coffins that lined the wall. “This is it,” Galmar told us. “It’s in here somewhere. Spread out,” he commanded. “Look through every chest and urn.”
I decided to start at the back of the room, walking around the elevated stage at the center. My attention was immediately drawn to a large rounded wall with a carving of a dragon’s head near the top. I smiled in awe of the sight reaching out and touching the carved lettering in the stone. I flinched as I heard the crumbling of stone behind me, but relaxed when I saw Galmar approach. “This is amazing. Your ancestors put a lot of work into these ruins.”
He nodded. “It’s etched in the Dragon Language and unreadable to many. Only the ancients and a few devout Nords know how the read and write this way. I couldn’t tell you what it says, but I’m sure Ulfric could.”
“He knows the Dragon Language?” I asked curiously.
“He has the Thu’um, doesn’t he?” Galmar crossed his arms, studying the wall. “When he was a young man, he studied with the Greybeards. They taught him to read, write, and shout the way Dragons do. It was a very honorable path to live. When the Great War came around, Ulfric chose to leave the life of the monks and fight for our homeland. I promised to support him regardless but urged him to stay with the Greybeards. He was very well on his way to becoming just as powerful as they are. Now, I’m grateful he chose to fight for us. We couldn’t ask for a more fitting king.”
I smiled sadly. “He gave up a lot for his home.”
“He gave up everything,” the Nord corrected, looking down at me. “He’s lost security, power, friends, family, even love for this life he chose, but he wouldn’t admit to having any regrets. I have devoted my life to him in the hopes that one day he could regain everything he has lost. If there is anything I can do for him, I would lay down my life to do it.”
“Galmar!” Kaita called from across the room. We both looked her direction. “I think this is it!” Curiously, I jogged back around to the front of the stage. She had climbed the stairs and stood near the center in front of a tall throne. Seated on the chair was the mummified remains of the man I could only guess was the dead king. On his head rested the Jagged Crown. I walked up the stairs to meet her as she hesitated to grab it.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking up beside her.
“I’m not taking it from him,” she told me, slightly disgusted. “I don’t touch rotting dead things.” She shook her head in disgust.
I smirked, stepping closer to the body. “A warrior like you fears the dead?” I giggled a little. “I’ll take it then.” She motioned for me to go ahead of her and I approached the throne. I tried to stop my hands from trembling as I wrapped them around the helm. As I grabbed a hold, I heard the creaking and popping of bone. The dead man’s hand shot up from where it rested on the chair, grabbing tightly to my wrist. I squeaked in fear, trying to pull away as the dead eyes began to glow blue. I heard Kaita shout my name, but it was drowned out by the aged voice of the corpse, “Dreh ni haalvut!”
The man grabbed hold of my throat with his other hand, tossing me back into Kaita. We both stumbled off the stage, hitting the ground below with a thud. I sat up, shaking my head to clear away the dizziness as I heard Galmar give the order to attack. Through my blurry vision, I saw the dead man draw a sword from his rotting sheath and rush at Galmar.
“What… what is that?” I asked in fear as Kaita pulled me to my feet.
“Draugr,” she told me, picking her greatsword off the ground. “Sometimes the dead refuse to leave Nirn. They fight off those that would rob their graves. Draugr are among the worst of them. Now you know why I fear them,” she told me, charging to help the other Stormcloaks.
I drew my blade as well, hesitating as the draugr shrieked, “Alok hark krif!” I heard the crumbling of stone and watched in fear as more of the undead broke out of the coffins lining the wall. As King Borgas dodged a swing from Galmar’s warhammer, he looked around at the dead that arose to fight for him. He pointed his sword at the group of Stormcloaks and the draugr horde began their attack.
I rolled out of the way as one of the newly risen draugr brought his axe upon me. I sliced at his arm, finding it easy to cut off the shriveled, dead limb. Before he could retaliate, I ran the blade through his unarmored chest, watching as the blue light left his eyes. I realized they would be easy to kill, lacking armor and skill, but their numbers made it hard to avoid taking damage. When fighting one ahead of me, I had two behind. Once again, we found ourselves outnumbered.
I managed to down a few more of the dead, clearing my section of the chamber without getting cut up too badly. The other Stormcloaks were holding their own just as well, so I put my attention on the stage were Galmar and the king were locked in battle. King Borgas was much more skilled than the dead he had risen, giving Galmar more trouble than a normal warrior could handle on his own. Galmar wasn’t the normal warrior however, and gave the draugr just as much Oblivion. He brought his hammer down on the dead man, but Borgas blocked it with strength that was almost impossible for his dead body to handle. He growled through his teeth, “Vahzah kendov, Zu’u Fran volzah fah daar krii.”
He shoved Galmar back to the edge of the stage, making the Nord sway to keep his balance. A direct hit to the Nord’s chest sent him sprawling backward from the stage. The draugr jumped from the stage walking over to him. I ran after them quickly, approaching from his rear as he raised the blade to slice Galmar. I went for the shoulder, the weak spot on the ancient armor, and sliced deeply into the joint. The sword arm went limp and the blade clashed to the ground beside the Nord. Galmar pushed himself to his feet as the draugr king turned to face me. I looked up at him, tightening my grip on the blade. He drew in a deep breath before shouting, “Fus ro dah!”
I felt a gust of wind hit me, knocking me off my feet and sending me sailing through the air. The sword was blasted from my hand, but that wasn’t of the greatest concern to me. The force that hit me felt like a mammoth on my chest. It was hard to stay awake let alone process what had happened. I was pushed into the etched stone wall at the back of the room, hearing a crack resonate in my ears. Pain surged through my skull as my vision blurred with tears. I heard distant shouting and the typical sounds of battle, but those faded away. Darkness soon overcame me, and in my tired state, I gave into the cold.
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Another long chapter. :) Let me know what you think.