March To The Sea

'Glacial runoff,' Pahner corrected. 'Dust particles from the glacier grinding the mountains. At least part of this stream has its origin in a glacier.' He looked at Cord and then back at the flar-ta. 'I don't see them being able to make it in glacial conditions.'

'There is that,' Roger admitted, looking up at the snowy caps. 'But we still need to check it out.'

'Not we,' Pahner said. 'Sergeant Major?'

'Gronningen,' she said instantly. 'He's from Asgard, so he could care less about cold.' She paused and thought. 'Dokkum is from New Tibet. He should know something about mountains. And I'll take Damdin, too.'

'Do it,' Pahner said. 'We'll make a solid camp here in the meantime.' He looked around at the coniferlike trees. 'At least there's plenty of wood.'

* * *

Kosutic looked around the narrow defile with critical eyes. In the week since they'd started up the valley, they had yet to find a spot the packbeasts couldn't negotiate, but this was pushing it.

'You think they can get through?' Dokkum asked. The little Nepalese was taking the slow, steady steps he'd taught the others when they tried to take off like jackrabbits. The simple method of one step per breath was the only way to move in serious mountains. Anything else would wear humans to the bone between the thin air and steep slopes.

Kosutic measured the defile with the range finder in her helmet and looked at the ground. 'So far. Much worse and the answer would be no.'

'Heya!' Gronningen shouted. 'Heya! By Jesus-Thor!' The big Asgardian was perched at the top of the slope, shaking his rifle overhead in both hands.

'Well, I think we found our pass,' Kosutic said with a breathy chuckle.

* * *

'Damn,' Roger said, looking at the view spread out below the company.

The last of the flar-ta were scrambling up the defile as he stepped aside to get a better look. The broad, U-shaped valley at their feet was clearly glacial shaped, and in the center of the deep bowl directly below them was an immense tarn, an upper mountain lake.

The water of the lake, still several thousand meters below their current altitude, was a deep, intense blue, like liquid oxygen. And it looked just about as cold. Given their surroundings, that was hardly surprising. What was a surprise, was the city on its shore.

The town was large, nearly as large as Voitan once had been, and did not fit the usual huddled-on-a-hilltop pattern of every other Mardukan city the humans had yet seen. This town frankly sprawled around the shores of the lake and well up the valley slopes above it.

'It looks like Como,' Roger said.

'Or Shrinagar,' O'Casey added quietly.

'Whichever it is,' Pahner said, stepping out of the way of the beasts as well, 'we need to get down to it. We've got less than a hundred kilos of barleyrice left, and our diet supplementals get a little lower every day.'

'You're always such an optimist, Captain,' Roger observed.

'No, I'm a pessimist. That's what your mother pays me to be,' the Marine added with a smile. The smile quickly turned to a frown, however. 'We have a smidgen of gold and a few gems left after we paid the mahouts. Oh, and some dianda. We need barleyrice, some wine, fruits, vegetables—everything. And salt. We're almost out of salt.'

'We'll figure it out, Captain,' the prince said. 'You always do.'

'Thanks—I think,' the commander said sourly. 'I guess we'll have to.' He patted a pocket, but his store of gum was long gone. 'Maybe they chew tobacco down there.'

'Is that why you chew gum?' Roger asked in surprise.

'Sort of. I used to smoke pseudonic a long time ago. It's surprising how hard it is to kick that habit.' The last of the flar-ta was trotting by, and the captain looked at the line passing down the defile. 'I think we'd better hurry to get in front of the band.'

'Yep,' Roger agreed, looking at the distant city. 'I'm really looking forward to getting to civilization.'

'Let's not go too fast,' Pahner cautioned as he started forward. 'This is liable to be a new experience. Different hazards, different customs. These mountains are a fairly effective barrier, especially for a bunch of cold- blooded Mardukans, so these folks may not take all that kindly to strangers. We need to take it slow and careful.'

* * *

'Slow down,' Kosutic called. 'The city isn't going anywhere.'

The company had been moving through the twisting mountain valleys towards the distant city for the last two days. It turned out that the pass they'd exited from was on a different watershed, which had required some backtracking. The delay meant that they'd run out of fodder for the packbeasts, who were becoming increasingly surly about life in general.

Fortunately, they'd recently entered a flatter terrain of moraines and alluvial wash. It was well forested, and by slowing down they'd been able to let the flar-ta forage. But that only worked if the point kept the pace down.

'Gotcha, Sergeant Major,' Liszez replied over his helmet com, and slowed down, pausing for a moment to look around.

The path they were following was wide for a game trail, and well beaten. The vegetation was open on either side, and the lower limbs of the coniferlike evergreens had been stripped off by some forager, which permitted good sight distance . . . unlike the damn jungle.

He'd stopped at the edge of an open area. It looked like whatever had been eating on the trees had used the clearing for rooting, because the ground was torn up and turned over in every direction. It was also fairly smooth, however, and the path continued on the other side.

The morning was clear and cool, with the dew just coming off the bushes. This area was a blessed relief for the company, but they still wanted to keep moving. Not only did they look forward to a respite in the city, but the faster they went, the sooner they would reach the coast.

The coast was, of course, only an intermediate stop, but it had begun to loom large in the minds of the company. The coast was an end in itself now, and on maps it looked like they were nearly there. They weren't. At best, it was weeks away through the jungles on this side of the mountains, but at least it was getting closer and closer. And that was a damned good thing, Liszez told himself, because good as their nanites were at extracting usable nutrition from the most unlikely sources, there were limits in all things. The severe losses the company had taken at Voitan and Marshad 'helped' a good bit, in a gruesomely ironic sort of way, because each dead Marine had been one less charge on the priceless cache of vitamin and protein supplements packed on the animals and on their own backs. Fewer mouths meant they could stretch their stores further, but once the stores were gone, they were gone . . . and the shipwrecked humans were dead. So the sooner they could get their butts aboard a ship and set sail, the better.

Liszez looked over his shoulder and decided the column had closed up enough. He reminded himself to keep the pace down, checked his surroundings for threats, and moved out. On his third step, the ground erupted.

* * *

Roger looked at the trees. The stripped bark reminded him of something, and he glanced at his asi.

'Cord, these trees . . .'

'Yes. Flar-ke. We need to be careful,' the shaman said.

Pahner had finally convinced the prince that the lead packbeast was not a place for the commander to be, but Roger still insisted on driving Patty and covering the column with his big eleven-millimeter magnum hunting rifle. So far in the mountains the only hazards had been inanimate, but Marduk had taught them not to let their guards down, and the prince keyed his radio on the reserve command frequency.

'Captain, Cord says that this area is flar-ke territory. Like where we first met him.'

Pahner didn't reply for a moment, and Roger remembered the Marine's incandescent rage on that long ago day. The prince never had explained to the captain that the company's free-flow com net had been so unfamiliar— and confusing—to him at the time that he genuinely hadn't heard the Marine's order not to fire at the