Colonel Cheng-Li studied the smoking tip of his cigarette for a moment. “Well, Firkked owns, personally, three ten-passenger aircars, a thing like a troop-carrier that he transports some of his courtiers around in, four airjeeps armed with a pair of 15 mm machine-guns apiece, and two big lorries. There are possibly two hundred vehicles of all types in Skilk and the country around, but some of them are in the hands of natives friendly to us and or hostile to Firkked. I can get the exact figures from the Constabulary office at Company House.”
“That’s close enough,” von Schlichten told him. “And there’ll be oodles of thermoconcentrate-fuel, and blasting explosives. Colonel Quinton, suppose you call Ed Wallingsby, the Chief Engineer, right away; have him commissioned colonel. Tell him to get to work making this place secure against air attack; tell him to consult with Colonel Jarman. Tell him to get those geeks Leavitt has penned in the repair-dock at the airport and use them to dig slit-trenches and fill sandbags and so on. He can use Kragan limited-duty wounded to guard them. … Mr. Keaveney, you’ll begin setting up something in the way of an A.R.P.-organization. You’ll have to get along on what nobody else wants. You will also consult with Colonel Jarman, and with Colonel Wallingsby. Better get started on it now. Just think of everything around here that could go wrong in case of an air attack, and try to do something about it in advance.”
X
The Geek Luftwaffe and the Kragan Airlift
At 02:45, an attack developed on the northwestern corner of the Reservation, in the direction of the explosives magazines. It turned out to be relatively trivial. Remnants of the mob that had been broken up by air attack on the road had gotten together and were making rushes in small bands, keeping well spread out. Beating them off took considerable ammunition, but it was accomplished with negligible casualties to the defenders. They finally stopped coming around daylight.
In the meantime, Themistocles M’zangwe called from Konkrook, appearing in the screen with his left arm in a freshly white sling.
“What the hell have you been doing to yourself?” von Schlichten wanted to know.
“Crossbow-bolt, about half an hour ago. A couple of inches lower and acting Brigadier-General Colbert’d have been talking to you, now, instead of me.”
“Lucky it didn’t have a nitro-capsule on the end. How are you making out? Have Kankad’s people started coming in, yet?”
“Oh, yes, about six hundred of them have gotten in already, in the damnedest collection of vehicles you ever saw. Kankad must be using every scrap of contragravity he has; it’s a regular airborne Dunkirk-in-reverse. Kankad sent word that he’s coming here in person, as soon as he has things organized at his place. And the geeks here have scraped together an air-force of their own—farm-lorries, aircars, that sort of thing—and they’re using them to bomb us here and at the mainland farm, mostly with nitroglycerine. We’ve shot down about twenty of them, but they’re still coming. They tried a boat-attack across the Channel; that’s how I got this. We’ve been doing some bombing, ourselves; we made a down payment for Eric Blount and Hendrik Lemoyne. Took a fifty-ton tank off a fuel-lorry, fitted it with a detonator, filled it with thermoconcentrate, and ferried it over on the Elmoran and dumped it on the Keegarkan Embassy. It must have landed in the middle of the central court; in about fifteen seconds, flames were coming out every window in the place.” His face became less jovial. “We had something pretty bad happen here, too,” he said. “That Konkrook Fencibles rabble of Prince Jaizerd’s mutinied, along with the others; they got into the hospital and butchered everybody in the place, patients and staff. The Kragans got there too late to save anybody, but they wiped out the Fencibles. Jaizerd himself was the only one they took alive, and he didn’t stay that way very long.”
“How are you making out with your Civil Administration crowd?”
M’zangwe grimaced. “I haven’t had to put any of them under actual arrest, so far, but we’ve had to keep Buhrmann away from the communications equipment by force. He wanted to call you up and chew you out for not evacuating everybody in the north to Konkrook.”
“Is he crazy?”
“No, just scared. He says you’re going to get everybody on Uller massacred by detail, when you could save Konkrook by bringing them all here.”
“You tell him I’m going to hold this planet, not just one city. Tell him I have a sense of my duty to the Company and its stockholders, if he hasn’t; put it in those terms and he may understand you.”
“Yes, I’ll try that out on Meyerstein, too. He’s in a hell of a state about the losses the Banking Cartel are taking on this deal. … Well, I’ll call you when there’s anything new.”
By 03:30, it was daylight; the attacks against the northwest corner of the perimeter stopped entirely. Wallingsby had the three-hundred-odd Skilkan laborers at work; he had gathered up all the tarpaulin he could find, and had the two sewing-machines in the tentmaker’s shop running on sandbags. Jules Keaveney, to von Schlichten’s agreeable surprise, had taken hold of his A.R.P. assignment, and was doing an efficient job in organizing for firefighting, damage-control and first aid. Colonel Jarman had his airjeeps and combat-cars working in ever-widening circles over the countryside, shooting up everything in sight that even looked like contragravity equipment. Some of these patrols had to be recalled, around 10:30, when sporadic nuisance-sniping began from the side of the mountain to the west. And, along with everything else, Paula Quinton managed, along with her other work, to get a complete digest prepared of the situation elsewhere in the Terran-occupied parts of the planet.
The situation at Konkrook was brightening steadily. The second wave of Kankad’s improvised airlift,
