"Nay, lord, I do not know it. I know only that Bacreugh wished to make an offer-and that he is a kinsman, as was the man he sent to approach me."
"What other kinsmen have you within the Mounted Archers?"
"Only Caradoc, lord."
"That's right, Caradoc is your kinsman-he is kin to Bacreugh, then."
"Aye, lord. He is related much as I am."
"Did you tell him about this?"
Padraic laughed. "No, lord. Lord Caradoc is-quick to defend his honor. I was his chosen under-captain. He might have seen an offer to me as an insult to him, a matter for blood. And I cannot think he would wish blood-feud with his own kin."
There was a furious knocking on the door. "Captain!" someone shouted. Rick recognized Elliot's voice.
"Come in, Sergeant Major."
Elliot was breathless. He held a paper in his hand. "Just decoded this from the semaphore, Captain. They've spotted a satellite over Castle Dravan!"
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Elliot put the decoded message on Rick's desk. "Just as you told 'em, Cap'n. Right after the True Sun set and while the 'Stealer was low on the horizon, they saw a bright light moving across the sky."
"Direction?"
"Southwest to northeast."
"Has to be a satellite," Rick agreed.
"I checked the shrine," Elliot said. "Nothing on the radio, and there's been somebody there all the time."
"Hmm. They don't want to talk with us."
"Not yet, anyway."
"So the next question is, who is it? Shalnuksis or a human? They're a little early for surinomaz, and I'd think they'd know that. They're making observations they don't care to have us know about. Any ideas on that?"
"None I like."
"Me either," Rick said. He took a blank sheet of paper and began to write. "REWARD THE OBSERVER.
THEN COME AT ONCE. BRING CHILDREN. IMPERATIVE ARMAGH THOUGHT MAJOR AREA OF INTEREST."
He handed it to Elliot. "Get this coded and see that it goes off to Tylara."
Elliot glanced at the paper. "Maybe it'd be best for the kids to stay at Dravan."
"I thought of that, but- If they're here to drop bombs, I'd rather Tylara stayed at Dravan too. In the caves."
"Think she'd do it?"
"No." Rick took the message and crossed through the words "BRING CHILDREN."
Elliot nodded agreement. "Not likely anything'll happen."
"Not this time," Rick said. "Not this time."
The field stank of too many men and too many horses. Even in the headquarters tent which was carefully placed upwind of the main encampment, the smell was there, despite the moaning hot wind that blew down the Westscarp. Lordy, I want to go home, Art Mason thought.
The adjutant brought in a paper and handed it to Mason. Art examined it and whistled. "If we don't do something pretty soon," he said, "we're not going to have any army left."
"Surely you exaggerate," Ganton said.
"Hardly, sire," Camithon said. "One always loses more men to sickness than the enemy. We have been very fortunate-no. I will not say fortunate, for it is not fortune. Thanks to Major Mason, we have had fewer losses than any army in my memory."
"Morning report's pretty bad even so," Mason said. I "Still too many down. Too many flies in camp. The Romans are all right, but I can't make the others dig the latrines deep enough. And this hot wind gets to them. We're losing troops to pure funk. Last night a trooper got up at midnight and ran out and started hacking down a tree, shoutin' that he hated it. Beat it up pretty good, too. Nobody in his company did a damned thing, except one guy yelled out 'Give it a whack for me, I hate it too.' That sounds funny, but it's not, not really. Yesterday we lost two archers to a knife fight."
"Many of the knights will depart also," Camithon said. "Their time of service will expire, unless we find ways to pay them."
"You mean that I summoned them against your advice," Ganton said. "Do not bother to deny it. You may even be right. Yet my father lost his throne through failure to keep peace with the great lords of Drantos. It is an error I shall not make."
"Reckon it can't hurt to have 'em here to keep an eye on 'em," Mason said. "And even with 'em here, we're spread pretty thin, keepin' patrols going everywhere. Reminds me of Viet Nam, some."
"I know not that place," Camithon said.
"No sir, I don't reckon you would," Mason said. "Thing is, we won every damn battle in Viet Nam. Troop for troop we had the enemy out-matched every which way. Only one problem. We lost the flipping war."
"Some day you must tell me that story," Ganton said. "Meanwhile, we have the chivalry here, and some will remain even after their time is expired. Not all are more concerned for rights than for the safety of the realm."
"Been more like that we wouldn't have lost 'Nam," Mason said. "And I reckon we need your heavies. Light horse can't beat the Westmen. Knights can, if they'll stay together and fight together."
"And yet we plow sand," Ganton said. "The West-men avoid us. They burn and destroy, and run away when we ride after them. Are they so much better than we, that they lose no men to sickness?"
Mason made an ugly sound, then shrugged. "They're used to living on short rations."
Ganton turned to the maps on the table. He used his dirk to trace westward along a river bed. "I would employ the bheromen and knights in some useful endeavor." He bent over the map. "The Westmen are said to have a great encampment here," he said. "Will they defend it if we attack?"
"We could ask that Arekor chap that lived with 'em," Mason said. "But it probably depends on what we attack with."
Camithon fingered the scar on his cheek and nodded. "Aye, though I do not like to say it. They fear Romans more than us. Romans and Tamaerthan archers."
"Perhaps we could make them fight us," Ganthon said. "On terms we like."
"Wouldn't mind seeing how," Mason said.
"Star weapons," Ganton said. "Used against their horses in camp. They will come forth to fight if their horses die."
"Probably true," Mason said.
"You do not sound joyful," Camithon said.
"I keep remembering Viet Nam," Mason said. "The French were there before us. They kept saying that if they could just make the enemy stand up and fight, they'd have it made. Eventually they did just that. At a place called Dien Bien Phu..
Camithon and Ganton listened as Mason told the story. Later, Ganton summoned a servant to bring wine, and they drank a toast to the brave Legionaries and paras who died in the strongpoints with the strange names of Gabrielle and Isabelle and Beatrice.
"Did Lord Rick then name his daughter for that place?" Ganton asked.
Mason shrugged. "Don't know."
"There is more to this matter of forcing the enemy to fight than one may think," Camithon said. "Majesty, it is my counsel that we withdraw. The Westmen will follow, and when they have come far enough we can bring all our strength against a part of theirs. With the aid of the balloon we can find their weak points."
"The balloon is worth much, truly," Ganton said. "Yet consider. It cannot move across the land like the-the whirlybirds Lord Rick had on his world. And any land the Westmen take they render worthless. If we abandon Lord Rick's lands, perhaps he will understand-but will Eqetassa Tylara? Tell me, Lord General, do you wish to explain this strategy to her?"
Camithon threw up his hands. "Shall we then risk all to avoid the wrath of one Tamaerthan-lady?"
"They are my people," Ganton said. "I am as sworn to defend them as they to serve me. Is this not true?"