Conqueror

the officers' boots sounded on the floors, harsh and metallic. A heliograph station occupied one corner, and a map table and working desk had been set up by the railing nearest the river.

'Well, he's not wasting any time,' Raj said.

Through the tripod-mounted heavy binoculars the east bank showed plainly. Tewfik's seal-of-Solomon banner waved from the highest ground; around it several thousand men worked with pick and shovel.

Grammek Dinnalsyn was using a telescope, also mounted; he made a few precise adjustments to the screws and sketched on a pad.

'That's not intended for his whole force,' he said. 'About three, four hundred men, perhaps.'

Raj nodded agreement and took another bite of his sandwich. Which reminds me. .

'Jorg,' he said. 'You've had your men on half-rations while we were away?'

'Si. Mostly hardtack and jerky, some fish and dried fruit.'

'The whole command is back on full rations as of now,' he said. 'Bait the dogs properly, too. Muzzaf, get me a complete inventory of supplies. And fuel.'

'Si,' the little Komarite said. 'Seyhor, I can tell you immediately-we have less than a week's supply at that rate of expenditure.'

'Excellent,' Raj said with a smile. The others looked at him oddly. 'I presume Ali knows?'

'The outlines,' Menyez said. 'We've had a few deserters, mostly from the garrison units. Presumably they've 'taken the turban' and told him what they know.'

Raj nodded thoughtfully. 'Any the other way?'

'Three-two from their transport corps, claim to be Star Church believers conscripted for supplies. The other's a Zanj.'

The Colony had conquered some of the outlying city-states there, but was fiercely resented. The Zanj were of different race than most of the Colonials, and followed a branch of Islam the conquerors thought heretical.

'They're probably spies, of course,' Menyez concluded. 'I've kept them in close confinement.'

'I'll talk to them; I can usually get the truth out of a man,' Raj said. He was conscious of sidelong glances; another part of the myth, that it was impossible to lie to Messer Raj. It is when Center's looking through my eyes, he thought. 'In any case, it doesn't matter what Ali knows. Or even what Tewfik knows.'

Barton Foley pointed. 'They're bringing men across.'

Everyone raised their glasses. An overloaded fishing skiff labored across the current, on a trajectory that would land it just south of Sandoral's walls on the western bank. Heads and V-marks of ripples showed where dogs on lead-halters swam in the boat's wake. On the riverbank it had left, men were building an earth ramp down to the water's edge and putting together a raft from bits and pieces, date-palm logs and thin boards that looked as if they'd come from some sheep fence.

'It'll take him a while to get his men back to Ali,' Gerrin Staenbridge said, examining his nails. The way the Civil Government forces had scavenged up every small boat and all available materials was handicapping their enemies badly. 'You have something in mind, don't you, mi heneral?'

Raj grinned at him. 'Possibly. Can you think what?'

Staenbridge shook his head. Raj nodded amiably.

'And that's an excellent thing too,' he said. 'Because you're an extremely perceptive officer, and you have all the information. If you can't figure it out, probably Tewfik can't either. Gentlemen, I want you to spend the rest of today and tomorrow reorganizing. Don't let your men settle in too tight-I want full readiness to move at a moment's notice. Those units that've been hit hard, do the necessary shifting around immediately. Weapons maintenance, ammunition issues, the lot-again, immediately, please. Understood?'

Nods. 'Grammeck, this afternoon I want to go over some matters with you; bring the complete plans for the pontoon bridge, please. If there aren't any questions, Messers?'

There was obviously one burning one, but nobody was going to ask it. Jorg Menyez remained when the others had left the flat rooftop.

'Colonel?' Raj asked. It wasn't like Jorg to talk for reassurance sake. He was obviously a little embarrassed.

'Heneralissimo,' he said. 'Ah. . I thought you'd want to know about Osterville.'

'Osterville?' Raj asked. It was an effort to remember the man; he hadn't thought of him since Ain el-Hilwa. And good riddance. 'It's enough that he isn't here, making trouble.'

'No, he won't be doing that,' Menyez said. 'It was unpleasant, but as you said, it was necessary.'

Raj looked at him. Menyez flushed. 'All right, mi heneral. I destroyed the letter and your seal, and he went into the Drangosh with a sixty-kilo roundshot tied to his ankles. . but I still don't like it.'

Raj nodded. 'Of course, Jorg.' Only Suzette has my seal. 'I understand.'

He shivered slightly, despite the heat of the day.

* * *

A dot of red light arched over the wall, trailing fire through the darkness. Thud. It exploded among the vacant houses-hopefully vacant houses-and a column of fire rose into the night. Another spark. Thud.

'That makes six the past hour,' Raj murmured to himself.

in the past fifty-five minutes thirty seconds, Center added. harassing fire.

'Ali's obviously decided to starve us out,' Raj agreed.

An image drifted across his eyes: his own emaciated body, still living, naked and covered with weals and burns. Pairs of dogs were hitched to chains attached to each ankle and wrist. The drivers urged the dogs forward slowly, gradually taking up the slack. Ali ibn'Jamal sat watching, pounding his fist on the arm of his portable throne and laughing with pleasure, licking his full lips. Tewfik stood to one side, arms crossed and a look of faint disgust on his face, echoed by most of the noblemen and officers around him. Behind him a gallows stood skeletal against the sky, with the bodies of the Companions dangling from it-by meathooks through their ribs. Several of them were still writhing. .

Raj made a grimace of distaste. 'Even by the standards of Mihwel the Terrible, Ali is a prime case.'

a subjective judgment, but accurate. child-rearing practices among the colonial royal family are conducive to severely dysfunctional personalities.

A step sounded on the tiles behind him. There had been no challenge and response from the sentries on the stair below, so it could be only one person.

Suzette leaned on the railing beside him, looking out over the city and the glistening water. 'Full circle, my love,' she said. 'Sandoral, and a battle to come.'

'And men dying unexpectedly,' he said.

She turned her face towards him, drawn and pale beneath the moons. 'Osterville couldn't lead and wouldn't follow and wouldn't get out of the way and let you work, either. Can you imagine the sort of havoc he'd have created back here, with everything depending on Jorg keeping things running smoothly? We'd have ended up swimming across, while Osterville tried to make everyone do things his way.'

'Jorg-'

'Jorg is good man and a good officer, but he doesn't have your talent for facing men down-especially not men higher on the chain of command. You know that.' A little anger crept into her voice: 'How many better men have been killed on this campaign so far?'

Raj smiled ruefully and shook his head. 'You always could out-argue me,' he said. A shrug. 'I just don't like having a fellow officer killed like that. It's the sort of thing Tzetzas does.'

Suzette sighed. 'I don't like it either,' she said quietly. 'But it had to be done.'

Raj nodded. They watched another Colonial shell come over the walls.

'It's cold,' Suzette said in a small voice.

Raj extended his arm and the long military cloak he wore. Suzette came under it and laid her cheek against his chest.

'We can't afford any mistakes this time, can we?' she said after a moment.

'No,' Raj replied. He looked up at the moons. They'd be rising late, tomorrow evening. Victory or