Chapter 59 - The Nimardites Advance on the Cimirik
The enormous army of the Nimardites, with their hundreds of thousands of troops, wearing armor, carrying shields and swords, had fallen upon all the surrounding nations viciously. Every man was slaughtered, whether he was soldier or civilian.
The aged women were also mercilessly butchered. Only the young women and children were kept alive - and sent back to Nimardom - to serve as slaves. They robbed the people of all they had, and turned their homes into piles of rubble. Every animal the Nimardites found, they killed - all the livestock, the horses, cattle, sheep and goats.
And now, the Nimardites were breaking camp in the Tarshish Valley, to march toward the north. King Vilmardag was determined to overrun Ceathair, and then subjugate the cities round about. This included Tirzashku westward and Arapa to the east.
But first, he planned to deal with a nuisance - the Cimirik army. Prince Jaras and his men were the only obstacle between the king of the Nimardites and the rich beautiful city of Ceathair, and all the prosperous cities beyond.
And they would not step aside.
For the Cimirik warriors knew what was at stake. They would all lay down their lives if necessary, to stop the march of Vilmardag.
The first light of day was shining out of the east, reflecting across the wide flowing waters of the Kiruhzs River. A heavy cloud was forming in the north, a dark thunderhead, and it looked like a hard rain was blowing southward.
The Nimardites began to move north toward the Cimirik army.
And Jekamiah prayed with Prince Jaras and the brave men of Cimora, saying, "Lord God Almighty, please be a mighty shield protecting these your servants, and please give them a great victory over the Nimardites!”
"Be ready!" shouted Prince Jaras to his men. "Let your arrows fly when you hear the command!" From the hillsides, looking down on the approaching Nimardite army, the warriors of Cimora were standing with bow and arrow in hand.
But the wind out of the north grew stronger, and stronger.
And it began to hinder the Cimirik men from keeping their footing.
On the slopes of the hills, the rain started to descend heavily. It soon became a blinding rain, coming down in sheets! And the great wind, swooping down through the pass, was blowing the Cimirik men off their feet!
The Nimardite warriors had come within striking range of bow and arrow, under ordinary circumstances. But these were not ordinary circumstances! The men of Cimora could not stand firm on the slippery slopes! And they could barely see through the intense downpour! The prince fired one arrow, to test its effect. But the strong driving winds blew the arrow far askew from its target!
The Nimardites continued to march toward the Cimirik army, trying to ignore the flood of rain. The charioteers left their chariots bogged down in the mud, and joined the foot soldiers, with their swords and shields in hand.
"Draw your swords, men!" the prince shouted. "Get ready!"
But by now the storm was so severe, and the sound of falling rain was so loud, his voice could scarcely be heard! And the Cimirik warriors were slipping on the muddy slopes, as the rain only grew more intense!
And the enemy kept marching up the valley, toward the hills!
"Dear God!" the prince cried out. "Our strength is broken, Lord! We have nothing left to do! Lord God Almighty, please fight for us! Save your people!"
And amidst the flood of rain falling from the dark clouds, through the din of crashing thunder and falling sheets of water, the voices of the Cimirik warriors could be heard crying out to the Lord God! If the Nimardite troops were not stopped here, they would march on to Ceathair, wiping out the city and violating everyone within its walls!
From there the Nimardites would devastate all of Tubicia, stripping the cities and the land, and killing at will. Those who survived the horror would be seized as slaves.
And then Cimora would be next.
But the men of Nimardom kept marching! And the Cimirik army had nothing left to do, but throw themselves into hand-to-hand combat! Against an iron army that outnumbered them by thousands upon thousands!