'Dahtill City is not a military base,' Draycos pointed out. 'There will be a limit on the number of soldiers to oppose us.'
'Unless they brought in more after our escape,' Jack countered. 'They could have, you know.'
'If more soldiers were summoned, it would be to search for you outside the city,' the dragon pointed out reasonably. 'Not to reinforce those inside.'
Jack clenched his teeth. This was not going well at all. 'We hardly even know these kids,' he said. 'Anyway, it's Alison's fault they're there, not mine.'
'Fault is of no matter,' Draycos said. 'They are your comrades. Your fellow soldiers. A warrior does not simply abandon those of his own side. Not when there is a chance of saving them.'
'Even if it means getting killed?' Jack shot back harshly. 'We could, you know. Those guns of theirs weren't just for show. We go charging in, and they're going to start shooting. What happens to your people then? Hmm?'
For a long minute they walked in silence. 'Do you remember our first meeting, Jack?' Draycos asked at last. 'Despite your objections, I took the time to aid a wounded soldier of the other side.'
'You kept him from burning his hands and neck in hot dirt,' Jack said, grimacing at the memory. 'And I still think it was a waste of time.'
'The point is that a warrior does that which is right,' the dragon said. 'Not because he may profit from it. Because it is right.'
'What if I say no?' Jack challenged. 'Are you going to go in without me?'
Draycos didn't answer, and after a moment Jack sighed. 'You got a plan?'
'I do not believe it will be difficult,' Draycos said. 'As you pointed out, neither side wishes to risk a serious battle near the daublite mine. With two armed vehicles, we may be able to persuade them to surrender the prisoners without a fight.'
It could work, Jack realized grudgingly. Particularly if Lieutenant Cue Ball had already discovered that none of the squad could do anything with the stolen computers. There wouldn't be much point in hanging onto them. 'You mentioned two transports. You planning on flying the second one yourself?'
'I actually referred to only one transport,' Draycos said. 'The other armed vehicle will be the Essenay.'
'And how do you expect to call in Uncle Virge without everyone from here to Dahtill City knowing the plan?'
'You may leave that to me,' Draycos said. 'Will you assist me?'
Jack sniffed. 'Do I have a choice?'
'Yes,' Draycos said quietly. 'You are my host. If you refuse to help me rescue the others, I will honor your wishes.'
'That's part of the warrior ethic, too, I suppose?'
'Yes.'
They walked a few more steps in silence. 'You're going to make a liar of me, you know,' Jack finally said in resignation. 'I told Colonel Elkor we weren't going to steal his transport. Now we're going to do it anyway.'
'Do not worry,' Draycos assured him. 'When you made that statement, it was indeed the truth. There was no intent to deceive. Hence, there was no lie.'
Jack looked down at him. 'That was supposed to be a joke.'
The dragon turned his green eyes upward, his jaws opening slightly. 'Yes, I know,' he said. 'Shall we go?'
Jack shook his head. 'Lead the way.'
Chapter 24
There were two soldiers standing guard beside the Lynx transports when Jack and Draycos arrived at the edge of the clearing. Two minutes later, the guards were no longer standing.
'Can you start the engines?' Draycos asked as Jack dropped into the pilot's seat.
'I think so,' Jack said, studying the control board. 'But it'll take a couple of minutes. This pilot was smart enough to lock it down before he left.'
'Your sewer-rat technique?'
'A version of it, yes,' Jack said, keying in the program and then taking a moment to peer out the cockpit windscreen. So far there weren't any other Edgemen in sight. But that could change at any time.
'What about communications?'
'The comm isn't locked,' Jack said doubtfully. 'But I still don't know how you're going to tell Uncle Virge anything without bringing the whole Shamshir army down on top of us.'
'You shall see,' Draycos said. 'Will you make the correct settings?'
Jack reached over and tuned the equipment to his comrn clip's frequency. 'Okay, it's set,' he said, pointing to the microphone switch. 'Punch that, and you're on the air.'
'Understood,' Draycos said, leaning his torso up onto the control board. 'You must stay quiet while I speak. Both Shamshir and Whinyard's Edge listeners may recognize your voice.'
Jack nodded. 'Got it.'
Reaching over, Draycos touched the switch. 'Until the brave achieve their rest,' he called, his voice deep and formal, 'the warrior must put forth his best. And to the last our home defend.'
Jack blinked. He knew that tone. Knew it all too well. It was the rather pretentious style Draycos liked to use when reciting his poetry.
What in the world was he doing?
Uncle Virge must have been wondering that, too. For a handful of seconds there was no response. Then, to Jack's amazement, the computer's voice came over the speaker, in the same overbearing tone. 'The warfire blazes all around, the killing fields do beckon,' he announced. 'By curve or straight-line reckon?'
'The dog tells all; the fires blast,' Draycos responded. 'Until the fury's spent at last.'
There was another pause, a longer one this time. 'You speak in riddles in my ear,' Uncle Virge said. 'While all is dark and dank and drear, how can one silence fears unseen?'
'By what foul deed is treason learned?' Draycos came back. 'By what hand are we crushed? The fields and vineyards hushed.'
'They held it strong against our might,' Uncle Virge said. 'But through the desert we did go, and took it ere the fall of night.'
'The scoffers say we face the night,' Draycos came back. 'That none shall from that road return. The scoffer's words and fears I spurn.'
'The world will tremble, warns the foe,' Uncle Virge said. 'And all will fall
