“Who, then, forced her into the night?” the Russian major general asked in acid tones.
“I did.”
All eyes in the room shifted to the crisply uniformed man standing at the door.
“Benny!” Grisha blurted before he could stop himself.
“Would you please identify yourself to this tribunal, colonel?” General Carter said.
“Colonel Bernard Jackson, Special Forces, Army of the Republic of California.”
“Please take the seat next to Colonel Grigorievich.”
As Benny sat down he flashed a smile and muttered, “You’re a colonel?
Must be scraping the bottom of the barrel up north.”
Grisha smiled and nodded toward the silver bear head on Benny’s shoulder. “As if they weren’t down here.”
“Would you be good enough to explain what happened that night, Colonel Jackson?” General Carter said.
“I lost the person I loved most, and Major Kominskiya killed him,” Benny said in a ringing voice.
Some of the officers muttered to each other and, with the exception of the Californians, the First People’s Nation representatives, and the Frenchmen, all glowered at him. Both generals from Deseret sat back stiffly in their chairs.
“I realize that most of you find homosexuality offensive and therefore are probably incapable of understanding my feelings that night. But I’ll relate it for you anyway.” Benny told of the battle for Chena Redoubt in the bitter cold. He spoke of the people he knew for such a short time. Slayer-of-Men had impressed him and in Haimish he recognized a kindred spirit and fellow operative.
The capture of Valari and the promyshlennik caught the interest of the Russians and the U.S. military. As Benny related the discovery of the hidden transmitter, the Russian general interrupted him.
“How did you know she had a radio, Colonel?”
Benny hesitated for half a heartbeat before replying, “I think one of the Dená heard it.”
“You’re a liar, colonel,” the Russian said softly.
A sharp intake of breath came from the California contingent and one of the Canadian generals mumbled, “I say!”
“The radio Major Kominskiya wore that night”—the Russian’s eyes shone with eagerness masked from his speech—“did not have a receiver or a speaker. Nothing could be heard. I repeat, how did you know of the radio?”
Benny frowned and glanced at Grisha before replying. “That’s a military secret, general. I’m sure you can appreciate that.”
“It’s a secret, all right,” the general said in a controlled voice. “A hidden mutation used on behalf of these rebels. Do you deny that one of the Dená”—he spat the word—“read her mind in order to discover the hidden transmitter?”
“We deny nothing,” Grisha said. “We merely wait for your proof.”
The First People’s Nation representatives conferred without taking their eyes off Benny.
“Please continue, Colonel Jackson,” General Carter said, shooting a quick frown at the Russians.
“Colonel Grigorievich tried to shoot her on the spot. But at that moment Russian aircraft, homing in on her radio, bombed the redoubt, killing eighty percent of the people in the building. Alf Rosario, my constant companion of twelve years, was part of that eighty percent.”
Benny abruptly fell silent and stared down at the floor for a long moment. Grisha could see his jaw muscles working. The U.S. admiral broke the silence.
“Colonel Jackson, I would like to repeat General Romanov’s question. How did you know Major Kominskiya had a transmitter?”
Before Benny could say anything, General Carter slapped the table with the flat of his hand.
“That’s enough! We’re here to determine if a war crime was committednot to delve into intelligence matters despite how arcane they might appear.”
The admiral scowled, pursed his fleshy lips, and nodded, leaning back in his chair.
“We found a stairway,” Benny continued. He succinctly related the events in the frigid dungeon of Chena Redoubt, told of Nik’s death as dispassionately as of Crepov’s escape. Grisha listened carefully as Benny told about Valari’s foolish attempt to seduce him.
“So I let her undress and then I threw her outside.”
“Why didn’t you just shoot her?” General Carter asked quietly.
“I didn’t want her death to be quick.” Benny’s voice was a snarl. “I wanted her to suffer.”
“I wish to call a witness,” General Romanov said.
“Whom do you wish us to call?” General Carter asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Major Valari Ivanevna Kominskiya.” The Russian’s voice grated on Grisha’s nerves.
“So ordered.” General Carter nodded to his captain and the man vanished once more.
Benny leaned over and muttered to Grisha, “That bitch can’t be alive.”
“I told you she’s tough,” Grisha whispered back.
The door opened and the Confederate lieutenant pushed a wheelchair into the room. A beefy female Russian Army nurse followed him. A figure wrapped in dark shawls sat in the chair.
At first Grisha thought they had brought in a child, because he could see the person’s legs ended a half meter above the foot plate. Then he realized that Valari had suffered as Benny wished.
The nurse walked around to Valari’s side and pulled off the heavy shawl. The tribunal recoiled. In a prayerlike voice a Canadian general muttered, “Christ wept!”
Both legs ended at mid shin. Both of her arms, crossed on her lap, stopped at the wrist. Teeth and pink gums shone through an oddly serrated mouth and Grisha realized her lips were gone. But what remained of her nose, unnaturally bobbed with exaggerated nostrils running up between her closed eyes, proved the most horrific feature.
“Jesus Christ,” Benny breathed softly. Then in a louder voice he said,
“You kept her alive for this farce. And you have the guts to accuse Grisha of war crimes?”
Valari’s eyes opened. Her gaze darted over the tribunal before she found Grisha and Benny. The hard intelligence still resided but something else tempered her stare-longing.
“Grsh,” she said wetly with what remained of her tongue. She said something else, completely foreign.
“What did she say?” Grisha asked the nurse.
The nurse stared into his eyes.” Grisha, Hpozhaluysta ubey menya. Pozhaluysta!”
“What?” Benny asked.
Grisha spoke loud enough for all to hear. “She said: ‘Grisha, please kill me. Please!’”
“Nurse,” General Carter said. “Kindly remove your patient to the waiting room.”
The blocky nurse wrapped the shawl around Valari.
“Peas!” Valari shouted, her face a nightmarish mask.
The nurse pushed the chair through the door held open by the whitefaced captain.
“Peas!” echoed back through the door before it closed on the desperate voice.
“Colonel Jackson,” General Carter said in a hushed voice. “Be careful what you wish for in the future, sir, you might once again get it.”
The general raised his voice, “Colonel Grigorievich, thank you for your presence. It is obvious to this court that you are innocent of the charges brought against you and you are free to return to your command. This tribunal is concluded.”
Not until the last of the gold-braided judges had trooped out of the room did Grisha realize Benny was sobbing quietly.
65
“This has all been bullshit,” Claude said, pacing around the room.
“Nathan and the War Council instructed us to boycott the tribunal to avoid the appearance of Russia ordering us around. We knew you didn’t do it, and so did the Russians. So why did we have to go through this charade?”