“As livestock for consumption. The Skaintz will eat almost anything, but they crave living meats and they are always ravenous.”
Joelle nodded, but did not speak. She shuddered as Aldo watched her. Doubtlessly, she was contemplating the fate they’d avoided.
Aldo found himself wanting to get off this cursed ship more than ever.
Twelve
Nina learned of the second ship incoming from the Nexus capitol world, Neu Schweitz, only a few ten-days before it was due to arrive. She was in her command tent at the time. The Droad army was out patrolling the Twilight Fells, a region of crags and broken rock along the border between Sunside and Twilight. As she was more than a full day’s ride from Droad House, she felt nervous to be leading her army so far from home.
After she emerged from her folding tent and collapsed it, the old knight Hans Droad came to inquire about the news. “I see trouble on your face, milady.”
Nina glanced at him, then looked away sunward. “There are two ships out there, coming to Ignis Glace.”
“Two?”
“We knew about Gladius and the horrors it is supposed to contain. But another ship is out there as well, a fast ship. It will arrive first. It has been a secret up until now.”
“Ah,” Hans said, nodding his white-haired head. “A great warship, I’m hoping?”
Nina mounted up, then turned to him. “No. The report indicated we should expect a light vessel with little armament. They could not build a large ship fast enough to beat Gladius here.”
Hans tugged at his mottled gray beard. “Hmm.”
“You wonder why my father would bother to send such a ship?” Nina asked. “Does it perhaps bring secret information? Something we can use against the aliens?
“I’m old enough to know your father well, Nina.”
She looked away from the sky to stare at him. While her mother had been alive, none in the fief dared tell her much about her father. He was an enigma to her.
Hans settled himself on his mount, and she wheeled hers to face him. “Tell me what you think,” she said. “My mother’s old proscriptions died with her.”
“Very well,” Hans said. “The ship is a small one, built for speed. There are few things worthy of such an effort. Possibly, it contains plans of some kind-something that they would not wish to broadcast via radio, lest the enemy listen in.”
Nina nodded. “But there is something else small and important it might carry. Passengers.”
Old Hans nodded in turn. “Only someone very important would be aboard such a ship. And there would have to be a critical reason for sending them.”
Nina shrugged. “I can think of such an individual.”
Old Hans finally caught on, and his bushy white brows rose high. “You think that-you think your father might be aboard? The Baron himself?”
“Why not? He’s coordinated the defenses of two planets against this enemy. Wouldn’t he want to come here, to defend his own homeworld?”
Hans frowned. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
“What is it?” Nina snapped. “Out with it, man.”
“I’m not sure he would come back, milady.”
“Why not?”
“You’re parents had-an arrangement.”
“What sort of arrangement?”
“She agreed to stay here, while he traveled to the Nexus, raising the status of Droad House. He has done exactly that.”
Nina narrowed her eyes and stared at the old man. He looked troubled, but she could not tell exactly why he should be. Such emotions seemed out of place on his face. Old Hans was always confident and self-assured.
“My mother was a witch, and she is dead. Tell me what you know.”
The old knight bowed his head. “I don’t know much of their agreement, beyond the details concerning their permanent separation.”
“But why would my father banish himself?”
Hans cleared his throat. “You said it yourself…your mother was-difficult.”
Nina sighed and nodded in understanding. Her mother had driven her father from the surface of his own homeworld-that was what the old knight was hinting about. But now the woman was dead, and her father had many good reasons to want to return, if only to defend his children. She reflected that if he knew the truth of the situation, he would surely have come. His shrew of a wife and his son were dead. Only Nina was left to defend Droad House.
“I want him to come. Surely, he must know that.”
Old Hans shifted uneasily on his mount. “I’m sure he means well, milady.”
“The rumor at the Nexus is he is coming. The ship was secret because he is aboard, and no one was to know of his arrival until it was too late. He did exactly that when coming to rule Garm, you know.”
Hans blinked at her. “That is the news from the Nexus?”
“Rumors,” she admitted. “But if he and mother had an arrangement, would he not return in secret? It only makes sense.”
Hans reached out and patted her arm. She almost pulled away, but allowed the contact.
“Let us hope it is true.”
Nina nodded and then called for her army to form ranks. Five hundred cavalry and another hundred mech transports scrambled to obey. It was a small force, but contained no mechs which could be immobilized and turned against them by the rebels at a crucial moment.
“Today,” she told her officers, “we will strike back at the enemy. We will make them pay for their raids. They will rue the day they struck down my dear Leon. We will, in time, wipe them all out.”
A cheer rose up from hundreds of throats. About half of them were Droads, but many other fiefdoms were represented. The Silures, the Treacles and the Mountebanks were all among her forces. Each day, more humans gathered to her banner, answering her call to muster against the mech rebels.
Nina set out, leaving the Twilight Fells behind and journeying into the rolling dunes of Sunside. Several days ago, they’d located a mech encampment placed daringly close to Twilight. In an odd way, the planet’s build-up of space-based defenses had helped her accidentally. New satellites meant to scan for hints of alien invaders had found the mech rebels.
She had contacted the Nexus small air force, insisting they must strike in coordination with her. They had assured her their timing would be precise.
Nina glided over the sands, sending up a skittering, plume behind her. She grinned and ignored the grit that sifted into her face mask and the heat that beat down on her suit. This was to be her moment of triumph.
Father was coming back, she felt certain of it. She was determined that when he arrived, she would already be famous in her own right. If she put down this rebellion, she would be the sole subject of every conversation among the nobility of Twilight.
Her father would know with certainty she was worthy of his pride.
When the attack came, Sixty-Two and his mechs were taken by surprise. The humans came in the form of a large cavalcade of knights that swept into the ravine where Sixty-Two had built an important forward base. The mechs hid beneath protective camouflage webbing.
When the knights attacked, a terrific slaughter commenced. None of the mechs carefully prepared defensive measures worked. Always before, the humans had sent in perrupters-mechs built with a battle-class chassis. These had been easily disabled with EMP blasts and viral transmissions. Later, those mechs that were still
