The Reformer

distant sound like thunder made him jerk a little and spill the water on the thin sheet.

'More?' he said.

Helga nodded; the tent was dim, and it made her eyes seem to glow green at him. 'More. The causeway is in ruins.'

'Not to mention the reputation of everyone concerned with this fiasco,' he said, laying his hand down on the pillow. 'You know, this young man of yours-'

'Scarcely mine, Father!'

'— this Adrian Gellert, he threatens the whole course of things as they are. Starting with the Confederacy.'

She snorted. 'Oh, come now, Father. We'll take Preble, eventually.'

'We may, but it's going to be very expensive. Why do you think the world is the Confederacy and some outlying regions now, instead of a tangle of little cities and valley kingdoms, the way it used to be?'

'Because we've got a better army, of course. And the gods favor us, supposedly.'

'The two often go together,' Demansk said dryly, not returning her smile. For one thing, it hurt too much. 'But one reason is that cities don't hold out for years, the way they did back during the League Wars, or even the wars of the Alliance. The Confederacy can take most towns in a month or less. Your. . this Freeman Gellert has made sieges a lot more expensive again, all of a sudden. If these innovations-' the word had sinister connotations of decay and evil, in Emerald and the Confederation's tongue as well '-spread.'

Helga laid a cold cloth on his forehead, and he held back a groan of relief. 'Always thinking of the welfare of the State, eh, Father?'

'If a Demansk doesn't, who will?'

She nodded. 'But Father, what's to prevent us from using these. . new devices?' He noted that she avoided the word he'd used. 'A city's a big concentrated stationary target. From what I've seen and heard, hellpowder would be hell on fortifications.'

He blinked, startled. 'You know,' he said, 'there may be something to that. . I've been sort of focused on getting into Preble against the Emerald's toys.' He thought for a moment. 'That bears considering, girl. It certainly does.'

TEN

'All hail to the King! O King, live forever! All abase themselves before King Casull IV, King of the Isles, Overlord of the Western Seas!'

The leather-lunged herald cried out the call as the flagship of the Royal fleet dropped anchor. The vermillion- painted oars of the quinquereme pulled in all together, the crew trained to the precision of dancers. Behind it the hundred and twenty hulls of the Isles' war fleet-not counting a score or more of transports and storeships-closed in, not quite as precisely, but with a heartening display of fine seamanship.

Especially heartening when you compare it to the Confed fleet's, Adrian thought, as he went to his knees along with all the other thousands of onlookers. Watching the Confed quinqueremes wallowing into their temporary harbor down the coast had been reassuring, especially when a couple fouled each other in the entranceway, breaking oars and killing rowers. Reassuring, until one saw how many there were.

Standing near Prince Tenny with the high command he had the luxury of kneeling and pressing his forehead to a soft carpet instead of hard slimy cobbles, at least. He still came upright as quickly as he could, looking hungrily at the low turtle-backed shape with the covered wheels on either side that followed along behind a quinquereme, the tow rope coming free of the blue-green water now and then in a shower of spray. That was his particular baby. The warships made a formidable bulk, even in the magnificent circular harbor at the northern edge of Preble, and even with all the merchant shipping that had crowded in to take advantage of wartime prices when it became obvious the city wasn't going to fall quickly. The docks were black with people, or gray and red depending on the color of turbans and veils. So were the flat roofs of the houses that rose in a three-quarter circle above the water.

Casull came ashore glittering like a serpent in armor washed with silver and gold; the nobles and household troops around him were only a little less gorgeous. The trident banner of the Isles floated above him, and over the gaudy, metal-shining mass of ships and troops behind him. The citizens of Preble cheered themselves hoarse, throwing dried rose petals before Casull's feet. Priests in white robes and spotted leoger-hide cloaks sprayed scented water and intoned prayers; as the King set foot on land, the knives of sacrificers flashed and greatbeasts and woolbeasts died on altars.

'So,' the King said at last, when the processions and sacrifices and speeches were over. He took off the tall spired helmet with its scarlet and green plumes. 'I hate that polluted thing-even heavier and hotter than a war helm, when the sun's out.'

Adrian smiled politely. The meeting was small: he, Esmond, Sharlz Thicelt, Enry Sharbonow, the admiral of the Royal fleet, a few aides and Prince Tenny, sitting on cushions amid blue tendrils of incense smoke from fretted gold censers.

Casull went on, looking around the round chamber walled in rose marble where the Syndics of Preble had once met: 'They do themselves well here-I'm surprised some enterprising Confed didn't have it shipped to Vanbert!' The smile hardened. 'I've heard good things of how the defense has gone here, under my son.'

Tenny bowed, smirking.

Esmond bowed and spoke. 'Lord King, live forever. Under the Prince's inspired leadership, we've smashed their attempt to build a causeway out to Preble, and we've inflicted heavy casualties-several thousand men, as opposed to a few score on our side. Even Justiciar Demansk, second-in-command of the Confed forces opposite us, was badly injured. However, the Confed fleet is now nearly ready to take to sea. The city can't hold if the Confeds command the seas around it.'

Casull nodded, leaning forward on his cushions. 'The map,' he snapped.

'My lord.' The admiral in turn snapped his fingers, and a young aide who looked like his son, and probably was, brought it forward. 'Speaker Jeschonyk has built an artificial harbor here, about a mile up the coast-out of trebuchet range. He sank two rows of merchantmen laden with rocks out into the sea, built wooden forts at the outer edges, and is basing his ships there. A hundred and thirty fighting keels, about the same number as ours.'

'Hmmm,' the King said. His finger traced down the map. 'This town, Speyer, it's got a good harbor, I think- why not there?'

Thicelt bowed his head; he had an aigrette of diamonds and feathers at the clasp of his turban now.

'O lord King, the currents and waves are unfavorable-it's a bad row for a warship, the crews would be exhausted by the time they reached here.'

'While ours would be rested.' Casull nodded; that was the sort of calculation that any sea commander had to make. You couldn't keep the masts up on a ship that expected to see action anytime soon. 'Besides which. . wasn't Speyer ruled from here?'

'Yes, O King,' Sharbonow said. His turban clasp was even more ornate than Thicelt's, and his cloth-of-gold jacket and red silk cummerbund were sewn with small black and steel-gray pearls. 'And many families here have kin there. Marcomann's troops stormed Speyer, and they were not gentle. I have many spies active there, men zealous in your interest and full of hatred for the Confeds.'

'So.' Casull's finger returned to the improvised Confed harbor. 'As many ships as ours, but many more quinqueremes-we're better sailors, but they can overmatch us in a boarding action. If they can drive off my Royal fleet, then they can isolate Preble and, in the end, retake it. If we can eliminate their fleet as a consideration, then Preble is ours and we can drive them to distraction by raiding along the coast, and cost them heavily by interdicting their commerce.'

The shrewd dark eyes raked the brothers. 'You, sons of Gellert. I am staking a great deal on your innovations.' He used the Emerald word, with its connotations of the unnatural and perverse.

'Lord King,' Adrian said softly. 'We have advantages they do not suspect. A great victory here will surely render the Kingdom of the Isles safe from Confed aggression for many years.'