'I appreciate your perspective, Captain, but I'll differ with you. While I cannot climb with my metal hand, I have plenty of men who climb like squirrels. Here in the Northlands are dozens like them.'
Caleb nodded. 'The Bone brothers, Nathaniel, Twilight People, could all get right up there.'
'We would arm them with two guns. They would have their rifles for accurate shooting, and shotguns for closer work. From what you have said, Highness, iron pellets, bits of nails, and the like would be effective against the pasmortes.'
Vlad nodded. 'Likely against other troops, too.'
Owen drew closer to the model. 'Shotguns would work well for cleaning out the warrens.'
Forest nodded. For the first time since Vlad had begun work on the model, he felt hopeful. He had no doubt that taking the fortress would be a fierce and bloody affair, but prior to Major Forest's suggestion, the only solution seemed to be relentlessly pounding the fortress with cannon, then to throw men at it.
Which was exactly the sort of attack for which du Malphias had been prepared.
Doctor Frost circulated. He refilled the men's sherry glasses, then raised his in a toast. 'To a Mystrian solution for a Mystrian problem.'
They all laughed, then drank, the Prince included. As he set his glass down, however, he wondered if his Norillian problem would scuttle their solution.
Owen shook his head. 'Rivendell will never allow this. Success would take away from his glory.'
Count von Metternin smiled. 'Do not be so dour, my friend. There is a way. I will suggest, perhaps, to Colonel Langford, that were I leading the assault, I would send a diversionary attack up the cliffs. I would use Mystrians. Keep them out of my way, you know, since they are not Norillians. I would give them a chance, but contain the danger. Langford will mention this to Rivendell. His lordship and I shall talk. I shall congratulate him on having had the same idea I did. Once he believes he came up with it, that I think it is brilliant- and that it will put an end to Mystrian complaints-he will adopt it.'
Vlad smiled. 'If it succeeds, it is his brilliance. If it fails, it is Mystrian weakness. Do you honestly believe Rivendell will fall for this?'
'He cheated to save himself two pounds, Highness. He thinks himself a military genius.' Von Metternin smiled easily. 'If I go and find Langford now, by noon tomorrow the plan will be set.'
Forest laughed. 'Then I think you should get to your work, my lord. I will get my quartermaster requisitioning the necessary arms, and we shall take a fortress.'
Vlad closed the door to Government House as the Frosts, Major Forest, and Owen Strake left. Count von Metternin had headed out to find Colonel Langford, leaving him and Gisella alone save for servants. The Prince turned to her and bowed deeply.
'I cannot thank you enough, my dear. You made this evening delightful.'
She moved to his side and slipped her hand inside his right elbow. 'Though the social niceties were never of much interest, I am not ignorant of them. Your man, Chandler, has an excellent grasp of protocol. The rest is in making people feel important and, as you said, welcome.'
'You do it very well.'
'You are very kind.' She paused, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. 'And I notice a relief in you that has been absent since I first met you. Do I no longer make you nervous?'
'I think you always shall. No, my dear, I do not mean that in any bad way.' Vlad glanced down, blushing. 'When I see you, when you smile, I get that same flutter in my stomach that I did when we first met. And I feel hollow when you are away from me. That is a case of nerves, certainly, but one I would not be without.'
She squeezed his arm, and his stomach fluttered.
'As for my relief, my darling,' he continued, 'it is because of Major Forest and your own Count von Metternin. Forest pointed out a way to take the fortress. The fact that it uses tactics you'd never see on the Continent means it could take du Malphias by surprise.'
'But Rivendell will not approve.' Gisella shivered. 'He is an awful little man, your Johnny. He thinks you are a fool, but he is the fool. He did not even read your report. Please, Vladimir, promise me we shall no more have to entertain him.'
'I wish I could.' Vlad shook his head. 'By the end of the month Duke Deathridge will be here with his troops.'
'And Owen's wife.'
'Yes. And we shall have to invite them, and Lord Rivendell, for dinner. You know this.'
'Yes. I had just hoped it would be otherwise. I shall do all required to make the dinner successful.'
'I am gathering this is a trait among those from Kesse-Saxeburg, and one I like. Your Count von Metternin is off planting the seed that will ensure Lord Rivendell believes Forest's plan is his own. A dangerous man, the Count.'
Gisella laughed lightly and rested her head on Vlad's shoulder. 'He is like me, not one who fits in at home. Here, he too is more relaxed. Had his duties not required him to attend me, he would have joined Prince Kamiskwa and Mr. Woods on their last expedition.'
'I should like, very much, for him to accompany the mission to the fortress. You can attach him as an advisor to my command.'
Gisella stopped and came around to face him. 'You did not tell me you would be going.' Her expression deadened. 'I did not think you would abandon me.'
Vlad reached out, resting hands on both her shoulders. She's trembling. 'I have no choice, darling.'
'You have Major Forest to lead them.'
'I do, but he does not have the standing to be present as things are planned.'
'Count von Metternin can speak for him.'
'He could. I have no doubt he will, but I need to be there as well. No, please, my darling Gisella, do not look at me that way. You know me better. You know I do not desire glory.'
She stroked his cheek. 'My dearest, I know you do not seek military glory, but your mind seeks answers. Do you not think I know of the experiments you have been conducting with Mugwump? I marvel at your genius, but I fear for you. What you would see as just another experiment might put you in harm's way. I love you, I truly do, and I would not have you hurt for anything.'
'And I have no desire to be hurt. But I do have responsibilities. The Crown may not recognize how important this is. Rivendell will not use our troops because he is stupid. I need to convince him that he must. For that I must go.'
She slowly shook her head. 'I understand your reasoning, but I also know you seek the adventure. Not of war, but of seeing places you have not seen. You have showed me the jeopard; Nathaniel shot it, but only after you missed, my darling. It was coming for you. And in all the times I have heard you tell that story, you marvel at the beauty of the beast, never mentioning the danger you were in. I love you for this, but I fear for you because of it. You will put yourself in a place where danger can find you.'
'And if I promise you I will not? If I have the Count swear he will not let me do so?'
Gisella laughed. 'You are both men. He will promise. You will plan. He will protest, but not too much, then join you. I know this. And, alas, I know there will be no gainsaying you.'
Vlad pulled her to him. 'And you will worry, and I would do anything to prevent that.'
Her hands came up around his shoulders, one sinking into his hair. She looked up and kissed him softly. 'If you were to do that, you would not be the man I love.'
Chapter Forty-Nine
May 19, 1764
Temperance
Temperance Bay, Mystria
T o Owen's surprise, Bethany Frost slipped her arm through his as the six of them started the trip back to the Frost home. Bethany had slowed her pace so that her parents, uncle, and brother drew ahead of them. 'You are completely lost in thought, Captain. What is it?'
