Conqueror

M'Telgez boys, down to the valley pens to guide the sheep and the family's half-dozen cattle out for the day. They'd be sitting their dogs, shivering a little in their fleece jackets, with their rifles across their thighs. Talking about hunting, or girls, or whether they'd go for a soldier like their brother Robbi. .

'Hey, corp,' someone called from the stable door. He looked up. 'Turnout, an' double-quick loik, t'El-T says.'

M'Telgez nodded and gave the currycomb a final swipe before hanging it on the stable partition. Tonita whined and rose as well, sniffing at him and rattling the chain lead that held her bridle to the iron staple driven into the wall.

'Down, girl,' M'Telgez said, shrugging into his jacket. He picked up his rifle and turned, away from the plaintive whining. 'Nothin' happ'nin'.'

You couldn't lie to a dog. They smelled it on you.

* * *

'Everything is ready?' Suzette asked.

The Renunciate nodded stiffly. Her face might have been carved from oak, but there was a sheen of sweat on her upper lip. Around them the church bustled; the regular benches had been carried out, and tables brought in instead to fill the great echoing space under the dome. Doctors were setting up, pulling their bundles of instruments out of vats of boiling iodine-water and scrubbing down. The wax-and-dust smell of a church was overlaid with the sharp carbolic stink of blessed water.

'Down to the stretchers and bandages,' the nun replied. 'For once, there is no shortage.'

Suzette nodded and turned away. They'd commandeered a dozen buildings along the streets leading off from the plaza, and all the city's remaining hansom-cabs for ambulances. Plenty of priest-doctors as well, although the Expeditionary Force's own medics would direct everything, having the experience with trauma. Time between injury and treatment was the most crucial single factor, though. More of the wounded would live. . provided Raj won.

He will, she told herself. A twinge in her belly made her grimace a little. Fatima put a hand under her elbow.

'I'm fine,' she said, conscious that she was still pale. The pain was much less, and the hemorrhaging had stopped. Almost stopped.

'You shouldn't have,' Fatima whispered in her ear.

'I couldn't take the chance,' Suzette said, as softly. 'I couldn't be sure whose. . there will be time.'

She straightened and nodded to her escort at the door. They were looking a little uneasy at the preparations. It was odd, even the bravest soldier didn't like looking at an aid station or the bone-saws being set out.

'Back to headquarters,' she said.

* * *

'Kaltin, you and the 7th Descott are the only reserve on the whole west section of the walls,' Raj said.

They stood around the map, watching his finger move and cradling their kave mugs. I'm trying to fill a dozen holes with six corks, he thought. Another shoestring operation. . He went on:

'Ludwig can watch the east with the bulk of the cavalry until it's time. Gerrin and I are up here in the north with the 5th and nine battalions of regular infantry, but you're it over there-you and the militia. They're not that steady, and even a fairly light attack will spook them. Keep them facing the right way.'

'Count on it,' the scar-faced man said, slapping fists.

'I am. Waya con Ispirito de Hom.'

Raj straightened and sighed as Gruder left. 'Well, at least we're getting good fighting weather,' he said.

The windows showed the ghostly glimmer of false dawn, but the sky was still bright with stars. Yesterday's rain was gone, although the ground outside the walls would still be muddy. Nothing would limit visibility today, though.

'I hope you messers are all aware how narrow our margins are, here,' Raj said. 'The blocking force has to hold.' He nodded at the infantry commanders. 'And the rest of you, when the time comes, move.'

'It seems simple enough,' one said.

Raj nodded grimly. 'But in war, the simplest things become extremely difficult. Dismissed.'

The men filed out, leaving only him and Suzette in the big room. 'You'd be more useful back at the aid station,' he said. 'Safer, too. This is too cursed close to the walls for comfort.'

Suzette shook her head. 'East Residence would be safe, my love. I'll be here,' she said.

* * *

'Mamma, an' ye'll nivver see the loik of that comin' down t' road from Blayberry Fair,' one of the Descotter troopers on the tower murmured.

The rolling northern horizon was black across an arc five kilometers wide. The Brigade was coming, deployed into fighting formation; the front ten ranks carried ladders and the blocks behind had their muskets on their shoulders and bayonets fixed. The sun was just up, and the light ran like a spark in grass from east to west across the formation as it hove into view, flashing on fifty thousand steel points. They chanted as they marched, a vast burred thunder, timed to the beating of a thousand drums. Between the huge blocks of men came guns, heavy siege models and lighter brass fieldpieces, hauled by oxen and dogs and yet more columns of Brigaderos warriors.

'Now, this isn't particularly clever,' Raj said lightly.

To himself he added: But it just may work. Brute force often did, although it was also likely to have side-effects. Even if Ingreid won this one, he was going to lose every fifth fighting man in the Brigade's whole population doing it.

'Counter-battery?' Dinnalsyn asked.

'By all means,' Raj said.

'Lancers to the fore,' Gerrin Staenbridge noted.

The dull sheen of armor marked the forward ranks; they'd left the polearms behind, of course. Muskets were slung over their backs.

'Those lobster-shells will give them some protection,' Raj said. 'From fragments and glancing shots, at least.'

The gunners' signal-lantern clattered. The chanting of the Brigaderos was much louder, rolling back from walls and hills:

'Upyarz! Upyarz!'

Raj swallowed the last of his kave and handed the cup to the orderly; he shook out his shoulders with a slight unconscious gesture, settling himself to the task.

'Since I'm handling the towers,' Gerrin said. 'I'd appreciate it if you could be ready to move the reserves sharpish, Whitehall,' he went on dryly.

'I'll do my best,' Raj replied with a slight bow.

They grinned at each other and slapped fists, back of the gauntlet and then wrist to wrist.

* * *

'Right, lads,' Raj said, raising his voice slightly.

Pillars of smoke were rising into the cold bright dawn air from the towers, stretching right and left in a shallow curve to the edge of sight. Gunsmoke, from the fieldpieces emplaced on them-the infantry on the walls hadn't started shooting yet. The POUMPF. . POUMPF of the cannonade was continuous, a thudding rumble in the background. Behind it the sharper crack sound of the shells bursting was muffled by the walls. As he spoke a huge BRACK and burst of smoke came from one tower far to the west, where a heavy enemy shell had scored a lucky hit. Another came over the wall with a sound like a ship's sails ripping in a storm and gouted up a cone of black dirt from the cleared space inside the walls. The sulphur smell of powder smoke drifted to them, like a foretaste of hell to come.

'The whole Brigade's coming this way,' Raj went on. 'Most of our infantry went out upriver to take them in the flank. Pretty well all the cavalry's going to go out the west gate and take them in that flank.

'The problem is,' he went on, rising slightly onto his toes and sinking back, 'is that all that's left to hold them while that happens is us. . and the rest of the infantry on the walls, of course.'

He raised one hand and pointed at the north gate towers, his left resting on the hilt of his saber. 'Colonel Staenbridge and Captain Foley each hold a side of the gate, with a company of the 5th. The rest of you-and me-