“Good, general! Good!” he cried. “The first should be the regiment Murderers, at Furnk; they all have rifles like your soldiers. Have them brought to the Great Square, at the Palace here. And then, the regiment Fear-Makers, at Jeelznidd, and the regiment Corpse-Reapers, at. …”
“Let that go until the Murderers are in,” von Schlichten advised. “They’re at Furnk, you say? I’ll send the Northern Star there, directly.”
“Oh, good, general! I will not soon forget this! And as soon as the work is finished here, I will send soldiers to help you at Skilk. There shall be a great pile of the heads of those who had part in this wickedness, both here and there!”
“Good. Now, if you will pardon me, I’ll go to give the necessary orders. …”
As he left the booth, he saw Hideyoshi O’Leary in front of the situation-map, and hailed him.
“Harry and Hassan are getting the car re-ammoed; they dropped me off here. Want to come up with us and see the show?”
“No, I want you to go to Krink, as soon as Harry brings the car here again.” He told O’Leary what he intended doing. “You’ll probably have to go around ahead of the Star and alert these regiments. And as soon as things stabilize at Krink, prod Jonkvank into airlifting troops here. You’re authorized, in my name, to promise Jonkvank that he can assume political control at Skilk, after we’ve stuffed Firkked’s head in the dustbin.”
Jules Keaveney, who always seemed to be where he wasn’t wanted, heard that and fairly screamed.
“General von Schlichten! That is a political decision! You have no authority to make promises like that; that is a matter for the Governor-General, at least!”
“Well, as of now, and until a successor to Sid Harrington can be sent here from Terra, I’m Governor-General,” von Schlichten told him, mentally thanking Keaveney for reminding him of the necessity for such a step. “Captain Malavez! You will send out an all-station telecast, immediately: Military Commander-in-Chief Carlos von Schlichten, being informed of the deaths of both Governor-General Harrington and Lieutenant-Governor Blount, assumes the duties of Governor-General, as of 00:01 today.” He turned to Keaveney. “Does that satisfy you?” he asked.
“No, it doesn’t. You have no authority to assume a civil position of any sort, let alone the very highest position. …”
Von Schlichten unbuttoned his holster and took out his authority, letting Keaveney look into the muzzle of it.
“Here it is,” he said. “If you’re wise, don’t make me appeal to it.”
Keaveney shrugged. “I can’t argue with that,” he said. “But I don’t fancy the Uller Company is going to be impressed by it.”
“The Uller Company,” von Schlichten replied, “is six and a half parsecs away. It takes a ship six months to get from here to Terra, and another six months to get back. A radio message takes a little over twenty-one years, each way.” He holstered the pistol again. “You were bitching about how we needed reinforcements, a while ago. Well, here’s where we have to reverse Clausewitz and use politics as an extension by other means of war.”
“That brings up another question, general,” one of Keaveney’s subordinates said. “Can we hold out long enough for help to get here from Terra?”
“By the time help could reach us from Terra,” von Schlichten replied, “we’ll either have this revolt crushed, or there won’t be a live Terran left on Uller.” He felt a brief sadistic pleasure as he watched Keaveney’s face sag in horror. “What do you think we’ll live on, for a year?” he asked. “On this planet, there’s not more than a three months’ supply of any sort of food a human can eat. And the ships that’ll be coming in until word of our plight can get to Terra won’t bring enough to keep us going. We need the farms and livestock and the animal-tissue culture plant at Konkrook, and the farms at Krink and on the plateau back of Skilk, and we need peace and native labor to work them.”
Nobody seemed to have anything to say after that, for a while. Then Keaveney suggested that the next ship was due in from Niflheim in three months, and that it could be used to evacuate all the Terrans on Uller.
“And I’ll personally shoot any able-bodied Terran who tries to board that ship,” von Schlichten promised. “Get this through your heads, all of you. We are going to break this rebellion, and we are going to hold Uller for the Company and the Terran Federation.” He looked around him. “Now, get back to work, all of you,” he told the group that had formed around him and Keaveney. “Miss Quinton, you just heard me order my adjutant, Colonel O’Leary, on detached duty to Krink. I want you to take over for him. You’ll have rank and authority as colonel for the duration of this war.”
She was thunderstruck. “But I know absolutely nothing about military matters. There must be a hundred people here who are better qualified than I am. …”
“There are, and they all have jobs, and I’d have to find replacements for them, and replacements for the replacements. You won’t leave any vacancy to be filled. And you’ll learn, fast enough.” He went over to the situation-map again, and looked at the arrangement of pink and white pills. “First of all, I want you to call Jarman, at the military airport, and have an airjeep and driver sent around here for me. I’m going up and have a look around. Barney, keep the show going while I’m out, and tell Colonel Quinton what it’s all about.”
IX
Don’t Push Them Anywhere Put Them Back in the Bottle
He looked at his watch, and stood for a moment, pumping the stale air and tobacco-smoke of the telecast station out of his lungs, as the light airjeep let down
