Soldiers Live (43 page)

The Palace:

View from a High Place
Mogaba felt no elation as he watched the disaster unfold, In fact, he became
more troubled. He could see that there would be survivors. Those people were
still strong enough to hold off the Guards and Greys while they evacuated their
casualites. That meant that, unless he enjoyed a gargantuan turn of luck and
they were all killed by missiles before they could get away, he still faced a
final battle.

He had no tricks left in his bag.

The shadows had not been completely effective. Which proved what he had
suspected for some time. The enemy had a similar force at his disposal. And that
force had responded in time to save some of the raiders.

He watched crossbow bolts, arrows and even javelins bounce off the creatures in
the great seething black cloaks. Only one of those people got hurt.

A fireball’s flare, as the big carpet backed away from the parapet, gave just
enough light for Mogaba to distinguish the Lifetaker armor.

“Lady,” he murmured. Awed.

That same flash must have reflected off his eyeballs or teeth, betraying him
somehow. Because when he glanced at the post riders he found the one in the
Widowmaker armor hurling straight at him, black cape expanding to shut out the
sky.

Taglios:

Soldiers Live
I saw Mogaba behind the window. Rage devoured me. I drove straight at him,

accelerating. And even as I did some tiny remnant of rationality wondered if
what I had glimpsed was real, not my mind seeing what it wanted because I needed
somebody else to hurt as much as I had begun to do.

If the Mogaba I saw was my own creation it vanished before I smashed into the
window glazing.

The glass did not break. It did not yield at all. My post stopped dead. I did
not. The post rebounded. I smacked into the glass. Then I bounced back. And
fell. I had time for one very enthusiastic howl before I reached the end of my
tether, then I was flailing around ten feet below my post.

The post kept driving forward, kept rebounding. I tried to climb back up but
could get nowhere with only one reliable hand. The motion of the post got me
swinging like the weight on a pendulum. One end of each swing brought me into
intimate contact with the Palace wall.

The Voroshk cloak protected me well, but unconsciousness eventually came.

I was still dangling when I recovered. The ground was only a few yards below and
moving slowly. I seemed to be flying along above the Rock Road, barely clearing
the heads of travelers. I tried twisting so I could look up but could not
manage. The tether was attached to me in the back, just above my waist. I did
not have strength enough to twist around.

I did have a bit of pain when I struggled.

I lost consciousness again.

I was back in mankind’s natural state, on the ground, when I wakened again. A
pointy hunk of chert was trying to gouge a hole through my back. Somebody said
something in one of the dialects of Hsien, then repeated himself in bad Taglian.

Arkana materialized overhead, face somber. “You going to live, Pop?”

“All the aches and pain I’ve got, it’s a sure thing. What happened?”

“You did something stupid.”

“What else is new?” a second voice demanded. Sleepy’s face materialized opposite
Arkana. “How soon you going to get off your back, part-time? I need some help.

This disaster show you guys engineered is about to put us out of business.”

“Be right with you, Boss. Soon as I get my leg bones unbraided and my feet
hooked back onto my ankles.”

The effort of trying to get up, because I wanted to find my wife, pushed me over
into the darkness again.

Rain in my face wakened me the next time. My physical pains had turned to dull
aches. They had gotten something into me. Cataloging, I decided I had a lot of
bruises but nothing was broken or permanently damaged.

Just when I started to make an effort to get up I floated upward. After a
momentary panic I realized that I was on a litter, being moved in out of the
rain. Being lifted onto the litter was what had interrupted my sleep, not those
first few misty raindrops.

I got a better grip this time. I remained rational when Sleepy turned up. “How’s
my wife?” I asked, with only a small squeak in my voice.

“She’s still alive. But her situation isn’t good. Though it’s better than it
would’ve been if she hadn’t been wearing the Voroshk outfit. I’d guess she might
recover. If we can get Tobo to stay focused long enough to help.”

I heard the unspecified offer of a job assignment in there somewhere. “What’s
the kid’s problem?”

“His father got killed. Where were you?”

I grunted. “I was afraid of that.” Maybe I had tried to shut it out. It was
going to hurt.

Sleepy seemed to think we did not have time for pain.

I had begun to trust her instincts.

“You had it right, Croaker. Soldiers live. Only three people got out of that
scrape unhurt. Tobo, Arkana and a very lucky soldier named Tam Do Linh. Howler,

the First Father, Nashun the Researcher, Murgen and all the other soldiers,

didn’t. The rest of you are hurt. Tobo feels guilty. He thinks he should’ve done
more. He thinks he should’ve realized it was a trap.”

“I understand. What about Shukrat?”

“Bruises and abrasions and emotional distress. The Voroshk clothing took good
care of her. It knew her so well it adapted faster than Lady’s could. As I
understand it.”

“Murgen could’ve worn Voroshk protection.” But he had refused. Damn him.

There had not been much fight in him since Sahra’s disappearance.

“I want you to straighten Tobo out. We need him back. We need the Unknown
Shadows. If I was in Mogaba’s boots I’d have another attack force headed our way
already.”

“I don’t think so.”

“The man doesn’t wait around, Croaker. His gospel is, seize the initiative.”

I could only make an ass of myself arguing with a woman who had fought the Great
General more years than I had known him. Who had lived in Taglios for as many
years as I had, much more recently. Evidently I was just another cranky old man
raising a fuss for the attention. Except when she needed something. “Then we’d
better arrange for it to get really dangerous for him personally if anything
happens to any of us.”

I felt stupid before I finished saying that. For Mogaba there was little chance
life would ever be more dangerous than it was already.

I had forgotten an early lesson. Try to reason like the enemy. Study him until
you can think just like him. Until you can become him.

Sleepy told me, “You need to find yourself an apprentice, too. If you’re going
to keep getting involved in lethal stuff.” At your age was implied—until the
Captain actually said, “You’re too long in the tooth to be out there right where
it’s happening. It’s time you eased up and started passing your secrets along.”

Sleepy went away, leaving me wondering. Who was I supposed to tap? I was
inclined to pick her buttboy, Mihlos Sedona, except that the kid had one huge
shortcoming. He was totally illiterate. And I did not have any inclination to
put in all the hours needed to alter that condition.

Then the man I maybe should have been thinking of turned up on his own,

voluntarily.

“Suvrin? What the hell’s gotten into you? You’re going to leave us most any day
now.”

“So perhaps I’ve had an epiphany. Maybe I need to learn the Annals because I’ve
decided to face my destiny.”

“Is that the fragrance of bullshit wafting on the breeze?” Being an old cynic I
thought it was more likely that he thought this would somehow get him laid. But
I did not suggest anything. I just accepted him, then groaned upon discovering
that Sleepy’s wonderfully educated young man neither wrote nor read a single
word of Taglian, which has been the language of these Annals for the last
twenty-five years.

Lady’s book was the last written in another language. And Murgen had translated
and updated that, along with a couple of my own that had not really needed any
polish.

“Think you can learn to read and write Taglian?” I asked. “You might never need
to do either . . . ”

“Unless I want to read the Annals. The holy scriptures of the Black Company.”

“Yeah. If I go, you’ll be on your own unless Sleepy makes time or Lady
recovers.” I had had time enough now to put together an act of indifference. But
I was not convincing anybody.

Suvrin stared, waiting for the punchline.

There was none, really, except that he ought to make an effort to see that I
stayed healthy long enough for him to develop the needed skills.

Two days after Suvrin became my understudy Sleepy stage-managed a ceremony that
formalized his appointment as Lieutenant of the Black Company and her
heir-apparent.

We were outside that big, nameless hilltop stronghold which broods over the Rock
Road approach to Taglios. A large plain had been leveled and prepared as a place
where troops could camp or could practice the close-order skills necessary for
success in battle. Or as a place where forces defending the city could engage an
advancing enemy.

No one bothered us there, other than small Vehdna cavalry bands made up of
youths who wanted to show off their courage. But I advised both Sleepy and
Suvrin against leaving the stronghold unvanquished behind us.

Sleepy was no more interested in advice than ever before but these days she did
pretend to listen. Her own approach to conquest had been a disaster mitigated
only by the fact that a few of us had survived.

Taglios:

Someone at the Door
Upon reflection, after we beat back a relief sortie by troops from Taglios, the
commander of the fortress offered to surrender on terms. He wanted paroles for
himself and damned near everyone who ever bore arms in the three nearest
counties. Which was not all that unreasonable, I thought, considering we were
going to turn all this over to the Prahbrindrah Drah as soon as the deal closed
and the Prince could get his ass up here from Ghoja.

Even after all her years in the real world Sleepy retained some Vehdna notions
about right and wrong that had nothing to do with the practicalities of the
moment.

“Even if this Lal Mindrat is the worst human monster since the Shadowmasters
themselves, you have to consider what your moral rigidity can cost the rest of
us,” I told Sleepy. Evidently Lal Mindrat had betrayed some of our allies during
the Kiaulune wars. I had not heard of him before Sleepy started getting uppity
so it could not have been a major betrayal.

A good many friends of the Company had been turned by the Protector in those
days. Soulcatcher had had the power and wealth.

“Be flexible,” I advised. “But treacherous when absolutely necessary.”

She understood. With some half-ass help from Tobo and his friends, and the
appropriate promises of parole and safe passage, Sleepy got our enemies to
evacuate the stronghold with no more violence than occurred when Lal Mindrat
came out with his lifeguard.

Thus the Captain finished her business with a minor traitor from her own era.

For the time being.

Mogaba made our approach hell, at least for those of us who pulled the recon,

picket and vanguard duties. Horsemen never stopped harassing our forward
elements. The Voroshk girls and I went out whenever the enemy’s behavior became
overly obnoxious.

Eventually we reached the great South Gate of Taglios, something that had not
existed in my time. These days a truly substantial wall stretched into the
distance at either hand. The soldiers on the ramparts seemed much too small. The
wall reared up like a vast cliff of limestone.

“Wow!” I told Sleepy. ’There’s been some changes made.” The entrance to the city
was a fortress in itself, outside the wall but attached to it. I could not tell
from the ground for sure but it looked like an equally formidable structure
guarded the pass-through from within.

Sleepy grunted. “Been a few since I was here. Methinks the Great General must
have inveigled some appropriations out of the Protector somehow. They’ve added
several feet to the height of the wall. And that barbican complex . . . ” She
shrugged.

As I remembered city politics, public works were particularly vulnerable to
graft and corrupt practices. “Somebody in the treasury offices must have been
blowing in the Protector’s ear.”

Sleepy grunted again, uninterested in my opinion. She was watching Suvrin spread
the troops out facing the city, offering battle. No response was expected. No
response was what he got.

I said, “They don’t have to be careful of anybody’s property, at least.” More
than the immensity of the wall itself, I was awed by the existence of a
thousand-foot-wide band of empty ground lapping the wall’s foot. What had it
taken to get people moved off that ground? How did the state keep them off?

“In a few months there’ll be grainfields and vegetable patches as far as you can
see. That grid of pathways marks the boundaries of the patches. They started
that back right after Sahra and I first came to the city.”

“Tobo’s going to be a busy boy.”

Sleepy examined our forces, left and right. They did not appear threatening
against the backdrop of the wall. Nor did anyone atop that wall appear
concerned.

“He will. I expect him and the girls to hit hard, with everything they have,

right from the start, so people in there will be stunned by the fury of it. Is
he going to be able to do it?”

“I can’t guarantee you his heart’ll be in it.”

“What about you? Is your heart going to be in it?”

I heaved a huge sigh.

Sleepy asked, “How is she doing?”

Another major sigh. “Honestly? I’m worried. She just lays there, midway between
life and death. She gets no better; she gets no worse. I’m starting to wonder
how much the Kina connection has to do with all that.”

It took a major effort to let that out. Because of what the Captain might
consider if she grasped all the implications. And she began to see some right
away.

I said, “If I can pull Tobo through his grief he may be able to find out if
Kina’s gained any control.” I dreaded the possibility that the Dark Mother was
setting my wife up as an alternate route of escape from her ancient prison. I
could imagine a scenario wherein I struck the sleeping Goddess and freed
Shivetya only to see the darkness return through the woman I love.

Not that it would take the Mother of Night to accomplish that. She was entirely
willing to welcome in her own breed of darkness.

Aren’t we all.

The Captain said, “I haven’t heard a direct answer. Can I count on you to
actually pay attention when the arrows start to fly?”

An old, old formula came to mind, from back when I was very young indeed. “I am
a soldier.” I said it first in the language I had spoken then, then repeated
myself in Sleepy’s own Dejagoran dialect. “I’ve been distracted before. I’m
still alive.”

“Yeah, soldiers live. You only get one mistake, Croaker.”

“Go teach your granny to suck eggs.” Which was a waste of colorful language. The
expression had no meaning amongst these peoples.

“What’s that?” Sleepy asked, pointing at something rising above the city.

“Looks like a big-ass kite.”