Update 58b - Kitpoo (part II)
Update 58b – Kitpoo (part II)
(Nouvelle Genève, July 1667)
“Where are they taking us?” Kitpoo asked the captive next to him. Kitpoo's companion Aplikmuj, who was also L'Nuk by birth, had spent enough time around the Kanatians that he knew their language. While Kitpoo had tried to pick up as much of the language as he could in the month in which he had been held in captivity, he still barely understood his guards' instructions.
“I think the guards said we're going to Terasara,” the man replied. “We're probably being sent to the iron mines there. Of course, we wouldn't go directly there. We'll probably be brought there via Hochelaga. My guess is that these packs we are carrying are only going as far as Hochelaga. We'll probably get new packs for the remainder of the journey.” [1]
Kitpoo and Aplikmuj stood side-by-side in a column of nearly one hundred captives which walked forward two men abreast. Each of them had his head shaved, walked barefoot, and had been dressed in the plain woollen robes that all captives wore. Each carried a pack bearing some unidentified cargo. Each captive was bound to the man beside him by a pair of metal cuffs joined by a chain. These cuffs were strung together on a long rope running the front of the column to the back. [2] Clearly, the Arkevujay warriors who marched at the front and back of the column were worried about the captives trying to escape.
Kitpoo had gotten a chance to meet most of the other captives during his month-long stay in Fort Josev. Most of them were warriors like himself who had attempted a raid on Nouvelle Genève or on settlements in Kanata proper. However, there were some who had claimed to have had no intention of engaging in warfare, and had simply been caught by Arkevujay patrols while off hunting in the wrong part of the Abenaki Mountains. Everyone told Kitpoo that the Arkevujay were ranging deeper into the Abenaki Mountains than they ever had before, although Kitpoo hadn't been around long enough himself to know. [3]
The column of captives and soldiers marched along the road away from Fort Josev, following the bank of the St-Joseph River. As the column passed through a gap between two hills, Kitpoo caught sight of the city of Nouvelle Genève. It was a lot smaller and shabbier-looking than Kitpoo had thought it would be. He had envisioned something like the English settlement at Lennox Harbour with its stone buildings and earthen ramparts. The buildings of Nouvelle Genève were made of wood and plaster, and were surrounded by a simple log palisade. Kitpoo could see why Nouvelle Genève, with its weak defenses, was such a tempting target for raiders.
It was only shortly after Kitpoo first caught sight of the city that he saw the puff of smoke and heard the crack of musket fire. The noise and smoke was coming from the far side of the city, indicating that Nouvelle Genève must be under attack. By the time Kitpoo realized what was happening, he was already surrounded by commotion as the Arkevujay warriors began shouting orders to each other. The column of captives were stopped as most of the warriors rushed off in the direction of the city. Only a dozen warriors were left to guard the captives. Clearly, the Arkevujay were confident in their captives' restraints.
“Are we just supposed to stand here?” Kitpoo asked his companion. “If we're not walking, wouldn't it be better to sit down?”
“The guards specifically asked us to remain standing,” Aplikmuj replied, “they want us to be ready to move at a moment's notice. Besides, getting all of us to sit without tangling the ropes would probably be quite … what's going on?”
Kitpoo noticed it too: arrows whizzing through the air towards the Arkevujay soldiers who stood guard. The arrows deflected easily off the soldiers' wooden armour, although one was struck in the neck. The others turned to face the direction that the arrows had come from, moving away from the column. It was as the soldiers drew away from the column that Kitpoo heard the crack of musket fire again, and smoke rose from the trees above the road. The ambushers were clearly a large group of well-armed warriors, and not just a half-dozen men with bows. Within minutes, all of the soldiers were either dead, incapacitated, or had fled.
Leading the group of ambushers who emerged from the trees was none other than Kitpoo's friend Chegual. “You've come to rescue me?” Kitpoo asked in surprise.
“No, no,” Chegual replied, “I wouldn't be able to convince all these men to follow me if I was just here to free a few captives. What we're really after is in your packs.”
“And what's that?” Kitpoo asked as Chegual began cutting the rope that bound the captives to each other.
Chegual reached a hand into Kitpoo's pack. After fumbing around for a bit, he drew out a small leather pouch. Inside were a number of intricately shaped metal disks. “These,” he said, “are pelt tokens. Each is equal in value to a beaver pelt. They are collected from Nouvelle Genève as tribute by the Arkevujay.” [4]
By now the ambushers had succeeded at cutting the ropes, and were leading the captives away into the woods. Looking back, Kitpoo could tell that the soldiers who had rushed to the defence of Nouvelle Genève had by now realized that the attack had simply been a ruse, and were on their way back. The captives would need to move quickly in order to make their escape.
“When we got back to Fort Henry after the last attack,” Chegual continued, “there was a man from Nouvelle Genève waiting for us. He had reached a deal with the English to trade them furs if they could secure some of these pelt tokens for him. The English, in turn, needed our help to get these tokens. This man had connections inside Fort Josev, and knew when a large shipment of pelt tokens would be sent from Fort Josev back to Hochelaga. We timed our raid accordingly, and were lucky that we made it past Fort Josev without being detected. If we can make it back to Fort Henry, the English will make us rich!”
* * * *
(Fort Henry, July 1667)
The past few days had been a blur. Kitpoo felt like he hadn't really stopped walking since he had left Fort Josev, although he knew that wasn't really the case. They had taken that break early on the first day to remove the cuffs from the captives' wrists, and had stopped a couple times every day since to check the traps that Chegual had set on the way too Nouvelle Genève. Most of the traps were empty, but, every so often, there was a rabbit or bird that could be cooked for dinner. And, of course, they would stop walking at night, once it got too dark to continue safely.
Every night, they had caught sight of the campfire of their pursuers behind them. It seemed that every night, the Arkevujay fire had been a little closer than it had been the night before. At the same time, every night the fugitive party got closer and closer to the safety of Fort Henry. However, the fugitives simply couldn't keep up as good a pace as the Arkevujay warriors. Many of them had been wounded when they had first been captured, and they were all barefoot and poorly clothed. While their rescuers had often offered to share their own shoes and clothing, there was simply not enough to go around.
It was just before noon on the last day that Kitpoo first caught sight of the Arkevujay in daylight. Chegual had stopped the group in order to check another one of his traps, and Kitpoo was walking down a hillside to a small stream when he noticed the shapes of other men on the next ridge behind them. Judging by the distance, it was likely only hours before they caught up. Kitpoo quickly turned and ran back to the rest of the group “How far to Fort Henry?” Kitpoo asked Chegual. “I just caught sight of the Arkevujay. They're not far behind us now.”
“Oh, we should be there by mid-afternoon,” Chegual replied. “We can make it. We just need to keep up the pace.” Chegual got up from his trap and called out to the rest of the group. “Come on everyone! Rest time is over. We need to get moving, or else we'll be dead before we make it to Fort Henry!”
For the rest of the afternoon, the group was tense as they walked. They made a better pace than they had on other days, but Kitpoo still felt that it wasn't good enough. That afternoon, Chegual refused to give the group a break when they caught sight of Fort Henry. The Arkevujay were closing fast, and would soon be within range to fire. “We can rest for days once we're inside those walls,” he said, “but for now we need to keep walking. It's better to be alive with bleeding feet than to take a break and get killed.”
Fort Henry stood on a small hill surrounded by a large field overlooking the Kwinentucket River. In was only shortly after the fugitives left the forest and emerged onto the field, that the Arkevujay themselves emerged from the trees. They were definitely within firing range now, and probably had been for quite some time, but their approach had been obscured by the forest. “Run,” Chegual cried out. “They will open fire as soon as they can the forest. We need to get to the walls of the fort before we are killed!”
Sure enough, Kitpoo heard orders shouted behind him as the Arkevujay readied their weapons. The first volley was launched, and men fell on either side of Kitpoo. With the second volley, Chegual fell out of sight. Still, Kitpoo ran towards the fort as best he could. His bare, bruised feet stung with pain with every footfall. With the third volley, Kitpoo felt a searing pain in his leg and fell to the ground. Looking up he could see men lying in the grass all around him crying out in pain. It would only be a matter of time before the Arkevujay shot down the last of their former captives.
A loud BOOMstartled Kitpoo. It sounded like a musket shot, but was louder and deeper somehow. Another BOOM, and Kitpoo came to realize the sound wasn't coming form the Arkevujay. It was coming from Fort Henry. Another BOOM and Kitpoo saw the metal balls whizzing by overhead. They looked like musket balls, but were much, much larger. They flew in a cluster overhead, all travelling together to where the Arkevujay soldiers stood. [5] He looked back and saw the Arkevujay retreating into the forest. The English, the English had come to their rescue! Kitpoo breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed into his pain and lost consciousness.
Footnotes to part b:
[1] Using captives to carry cargo in packs is a cheap method of transportation to areas not easily reached by river or road. It also keeps the captives consistently more tired than the soldiers escorting them to demoralize them and discourage them from trying to escape. However, the arkevujay do also use riverboats, ox-carts, and/or pack animals to transport goods when captives are not readily available.
[2] While building iron cuffs and short chains is well within the capacities of the Arkevujay smiths, building a chain long enough to make a proper chain gang is too expensive, so rope is used instead.
[3] An explanation of why the Arkevujay are being more aggressive with their expeditions into the Abenaki Mountains will be provided in the next update.
[4] As mentioned in some previous updates, the Kanatian economy is on its way to becoming a money-based economy, with coins being introduced as tokens which are equal in value to a standard beaver pelt. This allows the Arkevujay to collect tribute in the form of coins rather than pelts, and to then use those coins to purchase food and other agricultural goods. These coins are made from an iron-based alloy. The other ingredients in the alloy are added mostly to give the coins a different appearance from regular iron to deter counterfeiting (while there are many independent smiths who could conceivably make counterfeit coins, the Arkevujay control the only mines and ore-smelting facilities, making it difficult for anyone else to produce the exact alloy).
[5] They are firing grapeshot from Fort Henry's cannon. I've tried to describe grapeshot in the way it would be perceived by someone unfamiliar with artillery. I hope I've done an adequate job.
(Nouvelle Genève, July 1667)
“Where are they taking us?” Kitpoo asked the captive next to him. Kitpoo's companion Aplikmuj, who was also L'Nuk by birth, had spent enough time around the Kanatians that he knew their language. While Kitpoo had tried to pick up as much of the language as he could in the month in which he had been held in captivity, he still barely understood his guards' instructions.
“I think the guards said we're going to Terasara,” the man replied. “We're probably being sent to the iron mines there. Of course, we wouldn't go directly there. We'll probably be brought there via Hochelaga. My guess is that these packs we are carrying are only going as far as Hochelaga. We'll probably get new packs for the remainder of the journey.” [1]
Kitpoo and Aplikmuj stood side-by-side in a column of nearly one hundred captives which walked forward two men abreast. Each of them had his head shaved, walked barefoot, and had been dressed in the plain woollen robes that all captives wore. Each carried a pack bearing some unidentified cargo. Each captive was bound to the man beside him by a pair of metal cuffs joined by a chain. These cuffs were strung together on a long rope running the front of the column to the back. [2] Clearly, the Arkevujay warriors who marched at the front and back of the column were worried about the captives trying to escape.
Kitpoo had gotten a chance to meet most of the other captives during his month-long stay in Fort Josev. Most of them were warriors like himself who had attempted a raid on Nouvelle Genève or on settlements in Kanata proper. However, there were some who had claimed to have had no intention of engaging in warfare, and had simply been caught by Arkevujay patrols while off hunting in the wrong part of the Abenaki Mountains. Everyone told Kitpoo that the Arkevujay were ranging deeper into the Abenaki Mountains than they ever had before, although Kitpoo hadn't been around long enough himself to know. [3]
The column of captives and soldiers marched along the road away from Fort Josev, following the bank of the St-Joseph River. As the column passed through a gap between two hills, Kitpoo caught sight of the city of Nouvelle Genève. It was a lot smaller and shabbier-looking than Kitpoo had thought it would be. He had envisioned something like the English settlement at Lennox Harbour with its stone buildings and earthen ramparts. The buildings of Nouvelle Genève were made of wood and plaster, and were surrounded by a simple log palisade. Kitpoo could see why Nouvelle Genève, with its weak defenses, was such a tempting target for raiders.
It was only shortly after Kitpoo first caught sight of the city that he saw the puff of smoke and heard the crack of musket fire. The noise and smoke was coming from the far side of the city, indicating that Nouvelle Genève must be under attack. By the time Kitpoo realized what was happening, he was already surrounded by commotion as the Arkevujay warriors began shouting orders to each other. The column of captives were stopped as most of the warriors rushed off in the direction of the city. Only a dozen warriors were left to guard the captives. Clearly, the Arkevujay were confident in their captives' restraints.
“Are we just supposed to stand here?” Kitpoo asked his companion. “If we're not walking, wouldn't it be better to sit down?”
“The guards specifically asked us to remain standing,” Aplikmuj replied, “they want us to be ready to move at a moment's notice. Besides, getting all of us to sit without tangling the ropes would probably be quite … what's going on?”
Kitpoo noticed it too: arrows whizzing through the air towards the Arkevujay soldiers who stood guard. The arrows deflected easily off the soldiers' wooden armour, although one was struck in the neck. The others turned to face the direction that the arrows had come from, moving away from the column. It was as the soldiers drew away from the column that Kitpoo heard the crack of musket fire again, and smoke rose from the trees above the road. The ambushers were clearly a large group of well-armed warriors, and not just a half-dozen men with bows. Within minutes, all of the soldiers were either dead, incapacitated, or had fled.
Leading the group of ambushers who emerged from the trees was none other than Kitpoo's friend Chegual. “You've come to rescue me?” Kitpoo asked in surprise.
“No, no,” Chegual replied, “I wouldn't be able to convince all these men to follow me if I was just here to free a few captives. What we're really after is in your packs.”
“And what's that?” Kitpoo asked as Chegual began cutting the rope that bound the captives to each other.
Chegual reached a hand into Kitpoo's pack. After fumbing around for a bit, he drew out a small leather pouch. Inside were a number of intricately shaped metal disks. “These,” he said, “are pelt tokens. Each is equal in value to a beaver pelt. They are collected from Nouvelle Genève as tribute by the Arkevujay.” [4]
By now the ambushers had succeeded at cutting the ropes, and were leading the captives away into the woods. Looking back, Kitpoo could tell that the soldiers who had rushed to the defence of Nouvelle Genève had by now realized that the attack had simply been a ruse, and were on their way back. The captives would need to move quickly in order to make their escape.
“When we got back to Fort Henry after the last attack,” Chegual continued, “there was a man from Nouvelle Genève waiting for us. He had reached a deal with the English to trade them furs if they could secure some of these pelt tokens for him. The English, in turn, needed our help to get these tokens. This man had connections inside Fort Josev, and knew when a large shipment of pelt tokens would be sent from Fort Josev back to Hochelaga. We timed our raid accordingly, and were lucky that we made it past Fort Josev without being detected. If we can make it back to Fort Henry, the English will make us rich!”
* * * *
(Fort Henry, July 1667)
The past few days had been a blur. Kitpoo felt like he hadn't really stopped walking since he had left Fort Josev, although he knew that wasn't really the case. They had taken that break early on the first day to remove the cuffs from the captives' wrists, and had stopped a couple times every day since to check the traps that Chegual had set on the way too Nouvelle Genève. Most of the traps were empty, but, every so often, there was a rabbit or bird that could be cooked for dinner. And, of course, they would stop walking at night, once it got too dark to continue safely.
Every night, they had caught sight of the campfire of their pursuers behind them. It seemed that every night, the Arkevujay fire had been a little closer than it had been the night before. At the same time, every night the fugitive party got closer and closer to the safety of Fort Henry. However, the fugitives simply couldn't keep up as good a pace as the Arkevujay warriors. Many of them had been wounded when they had first been captured, and they were all barefoot and poorly clothed. While their rescuers had often offered to share their own shoes and clothing, there was simply not enough to go around.
It was just before noon on the last day that Kitpoo first caught sight of the Arkevujay in daylight. Chegual had stopped the group in order to check another one of his traps, and Kitpoo was walking down a hillside to a small stream when he noticed the shapes of other men on the next ridge behind them. Judging by the distance, it was likely only hours before they caught up. Kitpoo quickly turned and ran back to the rest of the group “How far to Fort Henry?” Kitpoo asked Chegual. “I just caught sight of the Arkevujay. They're not far behind us now.”
“Oh, we should be there by mid-afternoon,” Chegual replied. “We can make it. We just need to keep up the pace.” Chegual got up from his trap and called out to the rest of the group. “Come on everyone! Rest time is over. We need to get moving, or else we'll be dead before we make it to Fort Henry!”
For the rest of the afternoon, the group was tense as they walked. They made a better pace than they had on other days, but Kitpoo still felt that it wasn't good enough. That afternoon, Chegual refused to give the group a break when they caught sight of Fort Henry. The Arkevujay were closing fast, and would soon be within range to fire. “We can rest for days once we're inside those walls,” he said, “but for now we need to keep walking. It's better to be alive with bleeding feet than to take a break and get killed.”
Fort Henry stood on a small hill surrounded by a large field overlooking the Kwinentucket River. In was only shortly after the fugitives left the forest and emerged onto the field, that the Arkevujay themselves emerged from the trees. They were definitely within firing range now, and probably had been for quite some time, but their approach had been obscured by the forest. “Run,” Chegual cried out. “They will open fire as soon as they can the forest. We need to get to the walls of the fort before we are killed!”
Sure enough, Kitpoo heard orders shouted behind him as the Arkevujay readied their weapons. The first volley was launched, and men fell on either side of Kitpoo. With the second volley, Chegual fell out of sight. Still, Kitpoo ran towards the fort as best he could. His bare, bruised feet stung with pain with every footfall. With the third volley, Kitpoo felt a searing pain in his leg and fell to the ground. Looking up he could see men lying in the grass all around him crying out in pain. It would only be a matter of time before the Arkevujay shot down the last of their former captives.
A loud BOOMstartled Kitpoo. It sounded like a musket shot, but was louder and deeper somehow. Another BOOM, and Kitpoo came to realize the sound wasn't coming form the Arkevujay. It was coming from Fort Henry. Another BOOM and Kitpoo saw the metal balls whizzing by overhead. They looked like musket balls, but were much, much larger. They flew in a cluster overhead, all travelling together to where the Arkevujay soldiers stood. [5] He looked back and saw the Arkevujay retreating into the forest. The English, the English had come to their rescue! Kitpoo breathed a sigh of relief. He collapsed into his pain and lost consciousness.
Footnotes to part b:
[1] Using captives to carry cargo in packs is a cheap method of transportation to areas not easily reached by river or road. It also keeps the captives consistently more tired than the soldiers escorting them to demoralize them and discourage them from trying to escape. However, the arkevujay do also use riverboats, ox-carts, and/or pack animals to transport goods when captives are not readily available.
[2] While building iron cuffs and short chains is well within the capacities of the Arkevujay smiths, building a chain long enough to make a proper chain gang is too expensive, so rope is used instead.
[3] An explanation of why the Arkevujay are being more aggressive with their expeditions into the Abenaki Mountains will be provided in the next update.
[4] As mentioned in some previous updates, the Kanatian economy is on its way to becoming a money-based economy, with coins being introduced as tokens which are equal in value to a standard beaver pelt. This allows the Arkevujay to collect tribute in the form of coins rather than pelts, and to then use those coins to purchase food and other agricultural goods. These coins are made from an iron-based alloy. The other ingredients in the alloy are added mostly to give the coins a different appearance from regular iron to deter counterfeiting (while there are many independent smiths who could conceivably make counterfeit coins, the Arkevujay control the only mines and ore-smelting facilities, making it difficult for anyone else to produce the exact alloy).
[5] They are firing grapeshot from Fort Henry's cannon. I've tried to describe grapeshot in the way it would be perceived by someone unfamiliar with artillery. I hope I've done an adequate job.