hope that something comes of the talks. But for that to happen, they're going to have to agree to punish whoever was responsible for that massacre. I don't see how Sharona could settle for anything less than full accountability for that.'
'From what I've been seeing in the Voicenet transmissions, that's probably the absolute minimum any Sharonian government is going to be able to settle for,' chan Skrithik agreed. 'On the other hand-'
The regiment-captain paused as his batman stepped back onto the veranda with a bottle of slightly chilled wine, which he proceeded to pour.
'I'm afraid that finding good wine out here at the bleeding edge is all but impossible,' chan Skrithik said, 'but this vintage is at least decent.'
'Wine snob!' his wife snorted.
'I take my pleasures where I can find them,' the regiment-captain replied with an air of dignity as the orderly withdrew with an admirably impassive expression.
Chalendra's lively eye gleamed, but she declined to take up that particular challenge, Kinlafia noted. For now, at least.
'I noticed what looked like a Uromathian cavalry regiment's standard,' the Voice said, changing the subject before she changed her mind. 'Does that mean Emperor Chava is sending forward reinforcements?'
'Not as many as he might like,' Vargan muttered, and chan Skrithik gave his executive officer a slight frown, more imagined than seen.
'Actually, Uromathia was the first to get any of its national units moved up to support us,' the fort's CO
replied to Kinlafia's question. 'And I'll admit I had my own doubts when I heard they were coming. For that matter, and just between the four of us, I still don't trust Chava's motives one little bit. But Sunlord Markan, their senior officer, has done nothing but dig in and do everything he possibly can to integrate his troopers into our force structure here. In fact, he's out on maneuvers this evening, or I'd have invited him to supper, too. I don't think anyone could fault his efforts or how energetically he goes about them.
And to be brutally honest, he's come very close to doubling our available troop strength.'
'But you're not sending any of them further forward?'
'No, I'm not. Or, rather, the PAAF isn't. For several reasons, I feel certain. Logistics would be a problem, for one thing. The Uromathians don't use standard PAAF equipment, so just keeping them supplied with ammunition would be a pain. And until the railhead reaches Fort Ghartoun, Salby is the natural 'stopper' for the Karys Chain. In fact, we've turned into a collecting point for a really odd collection of odds and ends that've been emptied out of various arsenals and armories up-chain from us.
Some genius in Reyshar actually sent us an even dozen Yerthak pedestal guns.' Chan Skrithik snorted.
'They were intended for the Authority revenue cutters in Reyshar-they've been having some smuggling problems-and apparently the panic immediately after word of Fallen Timbers hit got them rushed ahead to us here. And until they get the rail lines laid at least to Ghartoun, I'm keeping them here, too. The damned things weight a good half-ton each, and at the rate they eat up ammo, just keeping them supplied with shells would be a genuine pain in the posterior. Exactly what chan Tesh needs in his field fortifications, aren't they?'
The regiment-captain's expression was so disgusted Kinlafia had to chuckle. For a moment, he was afraid his laughter had given offense, but then chan Skirithik grinned wryly and shook his head.
'Better to have people sending us stuff we'll never use than not get sent the stuff we will need, I suppose.
But that's just one more example of the logistics headaches we'd be looking at if we deployed the Uromathians forward.'
Kinlafia nodded gravely, but he also heard all of the things chan Skrithik wasn't saying. The Voice didn't doubt for a moment that Balkar chan Tesh would have done almost anything to get another couple of thousand men forward to help hold Hell's Gate. But the 'almost anything' undoubtedly didn't include effectively putting Uromathia in command of future contact with Arcana. No matter how conscientiously this Sunlord Markan was working to cooperate with chan Skrithik, letting him supersede chan Tesh-which, given his combined military rank and aristocratic precedence, he would most certainly have done-wasn't going to be something any non-Uromathian in Sharona wanted to see happen.
Politics, he thought almost despairingly. Always politics. And Janaki thinks I can do something about it?
A vision of his parents' faces floated before him. His father was a professor of languages at Resiam University in New Farnalia, while his mother was a Talented Healer, and both of them had … pronounced views on politics. Which, though he hadn't explained it to Janaki, was one reason he'd hesitated before jumping at the Prince's offer. Both of them were staunch opponents of the
'outmoded, class-based' system of 'paternalistically justified aristocratic denial of the basic right of decision- making.' Given that the two of them lived in one of the more militant of Sharona's republics, they had little personal experience with that 'aristocratic denial' of the right to make political decisions, but he very much doubted that they were going to be performing any Arpathian drum dances of joy when they found out about their baby boy's career-move decision.
'Has there been any word on the Act of Unification?' he asked after a moment. 'There seemed to be a few … difficulties that still needed ironing out according to the last Voice message I Heard.'
'My, you are tactful, aren't you?' chan Skrithik murmured with a crooked smile.
'Well, I'm neither Ternathian nor Uromathian,' Kinlafia pointed out. 'I hope you won't take this wrongly, but most of us New Farnalians have always been at least a little amused watching the two of you. Don't get me wrong. Of the two, I've always been a lot more comfortable with Ternathia. After all, that's where most of the New Farnal colonists came from in the first place. Still, I have to admit that with the entire multiverse out there, all of this 'great power rivalry' has always struck me as just a little silly.'
'If it weren't for the constant potential for it to turn into something very unfunny indeed, I'd probably agree with you,' chan Skrithik said. 'Orkam, on the other hand, lives a little closer to Uromathia than you do, and I don't think he finds it quite as amusing. In fact, I've noticed that the humor quotient seems to decline in direct proportion to one's proximity to Chava Busar's frontiers.'
'I know.' Kinlafia felt just a little abashed. 'If it sounded like I don't think there's any difference between Emperor Zindel and Emperor Chava, I apologize. For that matter, I spent quite a while with Crown Prince Janaki, and I discovered that he's a … very impressive fellow, in a lot of ways. I guess it's just that I grew up far enough away that I never really felt threatened by either side, and I've seen just how big the multiverse is. I've wondered, sometimes, if it wouldn't have made sense to just hand an entire universe over to Uromathia, and another one to Ternathia, and tell them to behave themselves.'
'I doubt very much you could've gotten anyone else to go along with the notion of giving Chava Busar an entire world to play around with,' Company-Captain Vargan said dryly. 'The problem is what he'd do with all those resources. I'm afraid Chava is one of those people who can never be satisfied, never feel he has quite enough power. The only thing he could see that sort of resource base as would be a springboard from which to conquer the rest of the multiverse.'
'I'm afraid Orkam's probably right, about Chava, at least,' chan Skrithik said with a sigh.
'And he's not exactly alone in that, either, Sir,' Vargan pointed out. His voice was diffidently stubborn.
Obviously, this was a topic he and his superior had discussed before, Kinlafia thought. 'Markan's been a lot more … proddy ever since he found out about the Act of Unification and who'd been proposed as everyone's Emperor, and you know it.'
'Yes, he has,' chan Skrithik agreed. 'But you'd be 'proddy' if Chava had been elected as your Emperor, too, Orkam. And Markan's a sunlord. Whether he wants to be or not, he's got to be deeply involved in Uromathia's internal politics. Bearing all of that in mind, how could you expect him to feel any other way?'
'I don't imagine anyone could,' Darcel said, stepping diplomatically into the fray. 'But has Sunlord Markan's attitude become a problem?'
'No, not really,' chan Skrithik said. 'Markan is as dedicated and professional an officer as I've ever met, and he hasn't let his unhappiness-his natural unhappiness-get in the way of cooperating with us here.
In a way, though, that only emphasizes the nature of our problem. Most Uromathians are going to be at least … strongly influenced, let's say, by the attitude of their ruler. And if most Uromathians are no more power-crazed or power-hungry than anyone else, Chava, unfortunately, is.'
'And he's Emperor of Uromathia,' Chalendra pointed out, shaking her head. 'For that matter, those sons of his
