right, Langford, ain't it? Ain't it?'
'Yes, my lord.' Langford nodded enthusiastically. 'Wasn't Deathridge's whore some Countess from Alandaluce? Dark hair, blue eyes, fiery temper, big woman.'
'I do believe you are right, sir.' Rivendell bowed in Owen's direction. 'My apologies, sir, profound and sincere.'
Owen let his hand drop. 'Accepted. The voyage, I understand.'
As Rivendell responded, his mood entirely changed and ice trickled down Owen's spine. He'd never met the younger Rivendell, but he had heard stories. Rivendell liked to lead from the rear, hated being in reserve, followed orders when it suited him and appealed to his father for absolution when he caused disaster. He whored on Saturday, prayed on Sunday, and schemed through the rest of the week.
Rivendell circled the model, forcing Prince Vlad and the Count to give way. Owen positioned himself at the fort's northeast corner and did not budge as Rivendell approached. The other man slowed, then brought a hand up and tapped a finger against his teeth.
'Formidable little slice of nowhere, ain't it?' Rivendell nodded at the small fortress on the southwest side of the river. 'First thing, first thing, I say, we take that. Walls give us cover; we can headquarters in the farm here… Something wrong, Captain?'
'That's where du Malphias wants you to attack. The whole area can be flooded. He'll staff the fortress with pasmortes. Your headquarters would be within mortar range of the small fortress.'
'And you know this how, Captain?'
'I studied it while du Malphias' prisoner.'
Rivendell nodded. 'Colonel Langford mentioned that. Heroic escape and all, after he had given you free rein to explore as you wished.'
'I wasn't his guest.' Owen's head came up. 'He tortured me.'
'I'm sure he did, Captain, I'm sure he did. And then he let you escape so you would tell us a tale. He held you in no chains, he gave you a companion who aided and abetted your escape-though I share Langford's supposition that neither the aide nor escape existed.'
'I didn't escape, sir?'
'No, of course not. You were deposited in Temperance by Ryngian traders. Drugged, I suppose. You believe you escaped. Since no one can verify your story, I must assume it is false.'
Owen's face darkened. 'You impugn my honor, sir.'
'Oh Captain Strake, no need to be so sensitive. Not your fault you told the enemy everything under torture. I understand your mortification. Shame is leading you to dissemble about your experience, but you must ask yourself a question: Were you in my position, would you believe such fanciful tales without verification?'
Prince Vlad drew a step closer. 'I have offered to bring witnesses forward, Johnny.'
Rivendell waved that suggestion away. 'A Colonial and his faithful native companion. Proper fodder for hysterical novels, but not to be relied upon for military science. And I know something of military science. I wrote the book. Well, I am writing the book. Langford's read it. Good stuff, ain't it?'
'Yes, my lord.' Langford smiled politely. 'It covers everything learned from Villerupt and more.'
'And more, you see.' Rivendell laughed happily. 'This campaign shall complete my work. My crowning achievement, really, until the next one. Oh, that's good. Write that down, Langford.'
Vlad bowed his head. 'Perhaps, Johnny, you would like to tell us how you read this model.'
'Of course. Watch and learn, gentlemen. Even you, von Metternin. You'll be thankful you're not facing us again.' Rivendell's cane came up, the tip pointed at the northern wall. 'Formidable defenses here, impervious to cannon, much open ground and obstacles. The river, of course, has his southwest flank, but he has overextended with this fortress. That clearly is his weak spot. The lakefront with the cliffs are unassailable.'
The Prince pointed toward the fortress' heart. 'And the internal defenses?'
Rivendell shrugged. 'No matter. These are Tharyngians, remember. Once we shell them, they'll surrender. Always do.'
Owen frowned. That isn't how I remember Villerupt.
Vlad nodded, gathering his hands behind his back. 'And how many men did you bring to do this job?'
'Very good question. Two regiments, two capital regiments.'
The Prince sighed. '1800 men.'
'No-one regiment of horse, so it's more like 1350, provided they all make the passage, yes? Oh, and a company of cannon, must have those.' Rivendell smiled broadly. 'Handpicked the units myself. Many school chums leading them, you see, all tip-top. It's more than enough, I assure you.'
'Your confidence pleases me.' Irritation rippled through Vlad's voice, but his face betrayed none of it. 'I should inform you that I have a regiment of local militia called up-companies from Summerland, Bounty, Temperance Bay, Blackwood, Oakland, and Queensland. In addition, Major Forest is bringing a company of Fairlee sharpshooters and we will supplement that with men drawn from the northland.'
'Good, we'll need groomsmen and the like, splendid planning.'
'If you would allow me to finish, Johnny.'
'By all means, Highness.' Rivendell began another unctuous bow, but he would have smashed his face into the model, so he aborted it. Instead he waved indulgently.
'I also have a company of lumberjacks and engineers who will be able to supplement your strength.' The Prince turned and walked to a desk on which he had laid out a map of Anvil Lake. 'As I noted in my report, the best strategy is to build our own fort here, at the Tillie outflow.'
Rivendell smiled, not bothering to approach the map. 'That might seem the thing, Highness, but defensive wars are never won. Hit him hard and hit him harder, that's the way it's done. By the first of June we'll be there, and the first of July right back here.'
Vlad looked over at him. 'Are you serious?'
'Quite.'
The Prince's eyes tightened. 'Let me understand you, Johnny. You've not read my report. Langford read you bits, and you dismissed the pieces you didn't like. You bring too few men, a third of them being cavalry which is worthless in the wilderness. You expect to make a six-week journey in two weeks, despite a complete lack of roads, lay siege to a fortress staffed with God alone knows how many and what, and be back here before August?'
'Precisely.' Rivendell held his hands up. 'Others thought it couldn't be done, but I convinced them. With your help, Highness, we could be done sooner.'
'Without Mystrian troops, you will fail completely.'
'We might be a little late…'
'Not fail getting there, fail to win the siege!' The Prince pounded his fist on the table. 'You're not listening at all.'
Rivendell's gaiety vanished. 'Understand two things, Prince Vladimir. I am, by the will of the Parliament and with your aunt's blessing, the Military Governor of all Mystria. In the realm of military affairs I outrank you, sir. Do not force me to see how far my power extends in other matters.'
Vlad stared at him, open-mouthed, then slowly closed it.
Rivendell thrust a finger at him. 'Second, and most important, I will not be fighting Mystrian troops. I know very well their meager abilities and their complete lack of military discipline. I will not put them into the field because I cannot trust them. I would not disgrace the Tharyngians by exhibiting such troops before them.'
Count von Metternin grasped Vlad by the elbow. 'Perhaps, Highness, Lord Rivendell should be excused from further discussion. The voyage, after all-he shall be needing to rest.'
The Prince slowly nodded. 'Of course. When can we expect Duke Deathridge?'
'Two weeks, three. Had a wager on the passage, you know.' Rivendell's smile returned. 'I do feel fatigued. I shall retire, then perhaps we shall dine together, Highness. Over wine and in good fellowship we can make things work.'
'I am sure, my lord.'
'That's the spirit, ain't it?' The man bowed again with great pomp, and withdrew with Langford trailing in his wake.
The Prince waited until the door closed behind them, then checked. He opened it, peered out, and closed it again. 'I fear, Count von Metternin, that it will take much more than medals to impress Johnny. How the two of you
