Conqueror

'Better get out of the way, sir,' Senior Captain Fikaros said.

Cabot nodded silently; they rode back to the gate. Men were already at work on it, cutting out the cracked timbers and mortizing in fresh, nailing and hammering. He stood and watched silently as the casement burned; the timbers of its frame were fully involved now, and the iron was beginning to glow a ruddy color around the holes were flame pulsed with a rhythm like a great beast breathing. The munitions must have been stored in metal-clad boxes, probably water-jacketed, because it was fifteen minutes before the first explosion. A few of the iron plates flew free, and the heavy casement jumped as fire jetted out of every opening. Then the whole vehicle disappeared in a globe of orange-red fire that left afterimages blinking across his retinas for minutes. The shock wave pushed at him, sending him staggering against the rough surface of the gate. Men within shouted in alarm as the tall leaves of the doors rattled against their loosened hinges.

'Hope those Skinners had enough sense to get off,' Fikaros said. He laughed. 'A tidy end to a tidy operation. I wonder how many more siege guns the enemy has?'

'Enough,' Cabot Clerett said tonelessly. 'Return the men to quarters, Captain.'

'Sir. Care for a drink in the mess, Major?'

'For a start, Captain.'

* * *

'Spirit damn them,' Raj said with quiet viciousness. 'I need those reinforcements.'

The windows were open, to catch the first air of the early spring afternoon. It was still a little chill, but on a sunny day no more than made a jacket comfortable. The air smelled cleaner than usual in a city; coal was running short, even for cooking-fires.

'How many does that make?' Gerrin Staenbridge said. 'Landings in the Crown as a whole.'

Jorg Menyez shuffled papers. 'Five regular infantry battalions,' he said. 'Ordinary line units, suitable enough for garrison work. And seven battalions of regular cavalry. The 10th Residence, 9th and 11th Descott Dragoons, 27th and 31st Diva Valley Rangers, the 3rd Novy Haifa, and the 14th Komar. Plus about six batteries of artillery, say twenty to twenty-four guns.'

'Good troops,' Raj said. 'And as much use in the Crown as they would be in bloody East Residence-or Al Kebir, for that matter.'

'You've got plenary authority as Theatre Commander,' Gerrin pointed out.

Raj indicated a pile of letters, his correspondence with the commanding officers of the reinforcements. His teeth showed slightly in a feral smile of tightly-held rage.

'I've got power of life and death over the whole Western Territories-in theory,' he said. 'Half of them didn't even reply. The other half said they can't get into a city surrounded by a hundred thousand troops.'

'Odd, since we've no problem getting small shipping in every night,' Staenbridge said.

Antin M'lewis nodded. 'Ser,' he said. 'Me boys could git hunnerts in by land, any night ye name. Them barbs is stickin' real close-loik ter their walls.'

'The fix is in,' Dinnalsyn said.

Raj nodded. 'Informally, I've had word from Administrator Historomo. The battalion commanders are under word-of-mouth instruction from the Chair not to place themselves under my orders. They're not under anyone's orders, really, although for most purposes they seem to be doing what Historomo says. He's got them split up in penny packets doing garrison work his militia and gendarmes could handle just as well.'

He swore again, bitterly. 'With another four thousand cavalry I could end this bloody war before wheat harvest.' That would be in four months. 'Without them, it may take years.'

'The Brigaderos are in pretty poor shape,' Staenbridge said judiciously. 'They must have lost twenty thousand men in those attacks over the winter-probably thirty thousand all told, if you count the ones rendered unfit-for- service.'

'And they're losing hundreds every week to general wastage,' Menyez said. 'They've had a visit from Corporal Forbus.'

M'lewis nodded, and there was a general slight wince. Cholera in a winter camp was a nightmare. 'Them camps is smellin' high,' he said. 'An' their dogs is in purly pit'ful shape.'

'They still outnumber us five to one,' Raj said. 'We're losing men too, to snipers and harassing attacks. Not as many, but we didn't have as many to start with. Jorg, what about the militia?'

'Limited usefulness only, mi heneral,' Menyez said. 'The full-time battalions can hold a secure fortified position with no flanks, but I wouldn't ask more of them. The part-timers aren't even up to that. Local recruits in our regular infantry units have settled in splendidly. . but that's largely because we took only the best and in small numbers.'

Raj nodded. 'Where's Clerett?' he asked.

'Ah. .' someone coughed. 'He was at luncheon with Lady Whitehall and some of his officers, I think.'

'Well, get him here,'

He paced like a caged cat until the younger man arrived. When he did, Raj kept his face carefully neutral.

'Sir.' Clerett saluted with lazy precision.

'Major,' Raj replied. He indicated the map boards with a jerk of his head. 'We were going over the general position, now that winter is coming to an end.'

Cabot looked at the maps. 'Stalemate,' he said succinctly.

'Correct,' Raj replied. He's no fool, and he's learned a great deal, he thought carefully. Judging a man you disliked was a hard task, calling for mental discipline. 'We are now considering how to break it. Specifically, we need the four thousand cavalry currently sitting in the Crown.'

'With their thumbs up their bums and their wits nowhere,' Gerrin Staenbridge added.

Cabot Clerett's face was coolly unreadable. He has learned, Raj thought.

'Sir?' the younger man prompted.

Raj returned to his chair and sat, kicking aside the scabbard of his saber with a slight unconscious movement of his left foot. He paused to light a cigarette, drawing the harsh smoke into his lungs, then pulled out a heavy envelope from the same inner pocket that had held the battered platinum case.

'Under my proconsular authority, I'm promoting you to Colonel.' He held out the papers; Clerett took them and turned the sealed envelope over in his hands.

A pro forma murmur of congratulations went around the table. Cabot Clerett bowed his head slightly in formal acknowledgement. The promotion meant less to the Governor's nephew than to a career officer, of course.

'I'm also detaching you from command of the Life Guards. You will proceed to Lion City immediately, and take command of the forces listed in your orders-essentially, all the cavalry and field-guns in the Crown. Pull them together, put them through their paces for a week or so, improvise a staff. Then move them out; the Brigade hinterlands have been pretty well stripped of troops, so there shouldn't be much in your way. Use your discretion, but get those men and dogs near here as quickly as possible. Then communicate with me; we'll use the river- barges, slip the troops in at night.'

'Sir.' Cabot smiled, a slow grin. A major independent command. . and given because the reinforcing units would obey him. Since he was the heir, they'd better. 'Sir, do you think it advisable to trap another four thousand men here behind the walls?'

'I do,' Raj said dryly.

The militia and the regular infantry between them could hold the city walls against anything but an all-out attack. With fourteen thousand Civil Government cavalry, he could take the mounted units out and use them as a mobile hammer to beat the enemy to dust against the anvil of the fortified city.

Cabot tucked the unopened envelope into the inner pocket of his uniform jacket.

'I'm to proceed to Lion City, mobilize and concentrate the cavalry and guns, form them into a field force, and rejoin the main Expeditionary Force, using my discretion as to the means and place?' he said.