Warlord

'Marriage to you is an education, darling.'

'Perfect, sir.'

'Couldn't ask for better.'

'Hareem was so boring compare to this.'

'You can throw a party, Whitehall, I'll say that for you.'

They looked at one another, grinning, and touched fists in a pyramid.

'Well,' Suzette went on, 'Fatima and I will scare up those priests and Renunciates and get the infirmary open. There'll be enough broken legs and smashed hands from that,' she said, nodding out to where yard-arms were being used to lower nets of supplies to men standing waist-deep in the surf.

* * *

'Men, ammunition, dogs, food, and medical supplies in that order, Captain,' Raj said patiently. You ruddy imbecile, he thought. Patience was like a millstone that could crush out results if you gave it time. The young man looked harassed and bewildered and out of his depth, here under the curving stempost of the ship.

'Yessir. I see, sir.'

I hope you do, Raj thought. 'So that's why we have to push this ship off even though it's still partly loaded. The wheeled transport and tents can come ashore when we're more secure. See to it-'

A voice spoke at his elbow, more insistently when he made shooing motions. He turned; the torchlight was dim, but-

'Admiral Gharderini,' he said resignedly.

'General, we must stop this-stop this unloading immediately!'

For a moment Raj stared at him, then looked up and down the crescent beach. Firelight provided more visibility now, but the operation was just getting into high gear. Soldiers with guardia armbands were getting most of the ordinary soldiers off the beach and to their unit bivouacs quickly enough, though that often meant pushing a way through the working parties carrying supplies up to the piles just above the high-water mark; stiff, grumpy dogs were led up out of the surf, their heads held high. A torch hissed as one stopped and shook himself in a spray like a salt thunderstorm. The dogs would have to be watered, and soon, or they would be very unhappy indeed. Unhappy five-hundred-kilo carnivores were bad news anywhere, and worse than that on a crowded sandspit in the dark with fifteen-thousand-odd men trying to find their unit assembly areas. There was a freshwater spring just under the ridge inland. .

'There is an onshore storm coming, I am sure of it,' Gharderini said, making a hand-washing gesture. 'I can smell it. We cannot let the fleet be caught on a lee shore! Embark the men-we can beat off the coast and sail right into the harbor at Port Murchison, they'll never suspect on a night like this, and the fleet will be safe behind the breakwaters.'

For a moment Raj simply stared at the naval officer. When he took the smaller man by the elbow and steered him several steps into the darkness, it was more gently than he had first intended. Gharderini was afraid for his ships, not himself, and he was a competent seaman; he'd done a pretty good job of getting everything here. The problem was that he was focused on his own aspect of the task, not taking in the big picture-which was Raj's responsibility, sure enough. His responsibility to make it clear to Gharderini, without an open quarrel, which would be bad for the men, bad for morale.

'Listen to me, Messer Admiral,' Raj said, facing the man. His hand was on the other's shoulder, his saber-hand, and he used willpower to prevent it dosing like a mechanical clamp through the Admiral's deltoid muscle. 'That doesn't matter.' Gharderini bleated. 'The fleet is expendable; the troops are not. If worse comes to worst, beach your ships and get the crews ashore. We can fight as long as we have the soldiers and their dogs and rifles.' Although the Spirit knows I'd appreciate having my artillery ashore. Dinnalsyn was moving mountains getting a temporary pier rigged, but it was man- killing work.

'Lose the fleet?' Gharderini said, with a tone much like that of a man just asked whether he would like to eat his children. 'Ground the warships?' The steamers were much more heavily built than the transports, but grounding their rams in a surf would mean having them pounded to bits in short order.

'If necessary,' Raj said. Then he thrust his face into the naval commander's. 'Do-you-understand-me?'

Gharderini pulled himself free and stumbled clear.

It would have to do. Damn, I wish I had time to get him on-side, Raj thought. Now, what was I doing before that damned interruption-It was going to be a long night and a longer day.

* * *

'Who goes!'

Several of the men at the fire had started up. Two more walked out of the shadow, rifles leveled at the cloaked figure. Raj let the hood slip back, and the men halted, gaping.

'Suh!' the corporal said, springing erect.

'No need, not tonight, men,' Raj said, walking forward into the light of the fire. The soldiers were infantry, he could tell from the blanket-roll packs some of them still had slung. He returned the noncom's salute. 'Mind if I warm myself at your fire a little?' he said.

There were awkward murmurs; he sank into a crouch and warmed his hands at the coals glowing in the pit they had dug in the sand while they shuffled and sank back to the ground. He looked around the little encampment. Two sections, sixteen men; they'd laid out their shelter-halves as groundsheets, and stacked their rifles regulation-wise, in tripods with the helmets hanging off them like grotesque fruit. Down by the beach unloading went on, but more slowly; most of the men were ashore, and only some of the dogs and the heavier supplies waited for dawn. A pier of longboats covered with planking had been rigged, braced with cable, and a jib-boom crane was lowering a field piece onto the seaward edge of it. It swayed and dipped under the weight, but the waiting crews were running it forward as soon as the wheels touched wood, a sound like thunder over the loosely fastened planks.

There was a pot of bean soup bubbling on the fire, and a stack of flatbread laid out on somebody's blanket- roll next to a helmet full of small ripe apricots.

'Just stopped by to see you lads had what you needed,' he said. 'Water all right?'

From the lack of conversation before he walked in, they'd been sitting and worrying.

'Yes, suh,' the corporal said. 'Got a length o' sausage 'n summa ham fuh d'pot. 'N other stuff.'

Raj took out a packet of cigarettes and handed them around. One of the soldiers broke his in half and tucked the other part behind his ear before lighting it.

'I really hope you paid for it all, too,' Raj said. The troops nodded, although the older man who had broken his cigarette frowned slightly.

'Yas, Messer General, suh. Seems a might waste a' money, it do. Weuns doan' see much cash-money.'

'Well, lads, think of it this way. The most of you were croppers, before you went to follow the drum, right?' They nodded, a circle of ox-eyed faces still struck with awe to see the general within arm's reach. 'These farmers here, they're not our enemies. They're croppers too, only for heretics who don't worship the Spirit of Man of the Stars, as we do-and as the peasants here do, too. No, they have to pay tithe to the heretic church at peril of their souls, and hide their priests like rabbits. On top of all that, they don't need us to come and steal their pigs and chickens, do they? We're here to set them free, not afflict them.'

The others nodded, although the old sweat looked a little skeptical. 'We'll be fightin' tomorrah, then, suh?'

'Probably, fellow soldier. And the day after: but not tonight; you'll have time for a meal and some sleep. It was only the thought of the barbs attacking us when we came ashore that had me worried; but the Spirit was with us. That's why we have to act with justice, lads; the Spirit won't fight for an army that doesn't.' More nods, round- eyed and solemn with agreement.

'Messer Raj, suh,' one of the young soldiers said. 'Kin Ah ask a question, suh?' At Raj's smile and nod, he plunged on. 'It's muh ma, suh. Mah pa's dead, 'n if Ah was to die. . she'd be hard put to it without mah guvmint- farm. She worries 'bout me sumthin' awful, she do.'

Raj slipped his notebook out and jotted briefly. 'Don't worry, lad. . Private Dannal Huiterrez, isn't it? Spirit