'I came back, though,' Doneto explained, 'because of a letter from my cousin. Spirited out of Krois, to me, because 'they' were censoring all his messages to you.' Doneto handed Hecht a letter. The handwriting was less shaky than what he had seen earlier. It was dated before the missive about Viscesment.
'The sneaking out took a while.'
'Yes. One of his sons finally managed.'
'One of his sons.'
'He has three. It isn't common knowledge.'
For sure. Though Honario Benedocto had had a reputation for whoring around in his youth.
'I guess that's irrelevant.'
'I'd say so.'
'I'm supposed to have acted on this a month ago.'
'It's never too late, Captain-General. My cousin understands that messages go astray. It's why we go redundant with important communiques. When we can.'
Hecht was in no mood for low-level philosophical musings.
The letter had included the orders he had been awaiting, hoping they would not come. Had they arrived in a timely manner Antieux would be invested now. Likewise, Sheavenalle. The main force would be giving Castreresone attention it did not want. And Antieux would not have had time to evacuate so many of its most valuable people.
Persons with skills were resources, too, and prize commodities for the successful conqueror. Which was why Devedians could be found all round the marges of the Mother Sea.
Hecht reflected briefly on the fact that even the children of slaves were not loath to participate in the slave trade.
And the grandfather of the grandfather of a slave was not loath to punish slavers for their daring cruelty. Nor cared that he himself must have slaves amongst his own ancestors. Everyone did. Somewhere, far enough back.
Piper Hecht was angry about the tardiness of the go order. He was excited about the challenges, real and potential. All but a tiny portion of him had
'Hecht?'
'Sorry, Your Grace. I was eye to eye with the fact that I'm going to make history. The kind remembered long after the misery ends.'
Doneto paused. As though this unconsidered thought had an impact now that it hung there in front of his face. 'Real history. You could be right. When this army crosses the Dechear it will step into the rolls of history as far more than a footnote about a skirmish. A successful Connecten Crusade will define the future of the west.'
'True. But there's no time to speculate about futures quickened or aborted by what we do. I'm a month behind, now.' He wondered if the timing of the belated war order had more to do with hidden agendas than with difficulties in transit.
Hecht shouted downstairs. He wanted a staff meeting immediately, with an officers' assembly to follow. And he wanted the ferrying of troops increased.
Despite having received no orders earlier, Hecht had sent three thousand men across already. Their presence yonder would simplify the crossing for the rest. There would be no resistance.
An embarrassed Pinkus Ghort admitted, 'They were my men, Pipe. Again.' He meant the murderers, who had been betrayed by wounds they could not explain, then identified by Osa Stile and Bit's daughter.
'I assume you'll protect them till they've been questioned?'
'Yes, Pipe. I'm doing it!'
Hecht's anger subsided. Some. 'Have they said anything yet?'
'Only that they don't know anything. They got offered a good bounty. The guy who hired them took off when he saw that the killings hadn't taken. His name was Ingram Five. Him and his brother Anton crossed the river right after the attacks. They didn't report in over there. They just kept on going.'
'This stuff keeps happening. And we keep reacting. How do we get ahead of it, Pinkus? These villains don't work in a vacuum. People have to notice them. How do we get them to warn us before somebody gets killed?'
'You're on your way. The soldiers are more loyal to you than to Sublime. Give them a victory and you'll have them. They'll winkle out the villains on their own.'
Armies deified successful commanders. Too many commanders let that go to their heads.
'I want to take it back to the source. Smash some skulls there. Throw some people in a fire pit. Be an altogether unpleasant guest.'
'We'd need to invade Artecipea first. The threads all lead there.'
Pinkus Ghort seldom seemed thoughtful. This was one of those rare times. 'That don't make sense, Pipe. None of us ever had nothing to do with nobody from out there. I don't think. You? So how come somebody from there is hot to put you under?'
'I ask myself all the time. All I can come up with is, the Instrumentalities of the Night don't love us.'
'Sure you ain't getting a bit of a swelled head, there?'
'Just brainstorming. Based on what Principate Delari has said. I might do something someday that will inconvenience the Instrumentalities of the Night. So they want to stamp me out before I can.'
Hecht believed he had done what the Night feared already. He had turned up a tool that mortal men could use to end the Tyranny of the Night. Whatever the Night and its black agents did now would be throwing the bones with futility. The djinn was out of the lamp. And the lamp had melted down.
Hecht asked, 'Has Bo finished?' Bo Biogna and his select thugs had been punished for their good work by being given the chance to collect materials of interest from the crack where the god grub surfaced. A gash vigorously sealed off by troops chosen by Titus Consent. Who were watched in turn by Brotherhood members supervised by Redfearn Bechter.
'He isn't finding any more amber pieces. His guys are still sifting pellets out of the dirt. They have to break the layer of glass to get it. They aren't finding enough silver to justify the work, though. Most of it burned up killing that thing.'
Ghort drifted off into awed recollections. Then he shuddered. 'Interesting times, Pipe. Interesting times.'
Hecht sighed. 'They are. But we're eating regular. I have a job for you. If you want it.'
'You know me. A glutton for punishment. What?'
'Can you keep a secret?'
'It's possible. Just don't tell me anything I can sell for enough to retire on.'
'This might be that.'
'So. What've you got?'
'I want you to recruit men from the levies willing to stay on for pay.'
'Not hard to come up with those. If you can pay them.'
Hecht smiled tightly. 'I can.'
'How?'
'That's the secret you need to keep.'
'You talked me into it, you sweet-talker.'
'Smolens was in the right place at the right time. He picked off the latest specie shipment from Salpeno.'
Ghort looked startled, then astonished. Then amused. 'You're going to rob your own boss?'
'Isn't the money supposed to support this army? If I let it travel down to Brothe, then come back, how much will disappear along the way?'
'Most, probably.'
'There you go. So, how about you take over the volunteer brigade?'
'We are going over the river, right?'
'Soon.'
'I'm in. Bound to be something left worth stealing over yonder.'
'Could be. You'll go to Antieux. You and Doneto. With Clej Sedlakova in charge. Keep Doneto from going totally berserk.'
