"Starvation."

"What about mining?"

"Working on it. From half a dozen directions. Antieux is built on the hardest d.a.m.ned limestone I"ve ever seen. We"ll get there eventually. If our bosses are patient enough."

"Princ.i.p.ate Doneto hasn"t been any help?"

"Debatable. He"s ferocious about tearing the place apart. But he never did anything useful. If he"s really some heavyweight sorcerer, he does a d.a.m.ned good job of hiding it."

"Makes you wonder, doesn"t it?"

"Uhm?"

"If he really is. You hear it all the time, he"s one of the great bull sorcerers in the Collegium. But he never does anything." That fight under the hippodrome might be an exception. Though that had not been public and there should have been no survivors.

"Is he behind his own rumors?"

Hecht shrugged. "We"re here." At the keep of the Counts of Castreresone. Madouc led them to a large, poorly lighted room where several dozen locals waited nervously. Hecht"s most trusted soldiers lined the walls.

"The vultures didn"t take long to gather." Black-robed Society brothers were much in evidence.

Hecht said, "Bechter, clear those crows out. This isn"t religious business."

Ghort whispered, "Be careful. They have Sublime convinced that religious law trumps civil and martial law."

Hecht understood. The Church meant to follow his hammer strokes by insinuating its agents into every facet of Connecten life, intent on making everything subservient to the Brothen establishment. Soon enough, the Captain-General would have to be replaced with someone less competent but more ideologically dependable.

Bechter went to work with enthusiasm.

"Hope you see what I"m seeing," Ghort said.

"Which would be?"

"How much the Brotherhood resents the Society."

"Useful to know, down the road."

"I"m thinking so."

Ignoring the protesting Society brothers, Hecht a.s.sumed the role of Captain-General. "Let"s have some order. Pay attention."

Silence. The Castreresonese were intensely interested in the victorious general"s comments.

Hecht presented Sublime"s directives, which had not changed. He presented a list of heretics and enumerated steps to be taken to suppress, convert, or evict Unbelievers. Their properties were forfeit to the Church. The city was expected to raise funds for repairs to its defenses and public works. Leading men were to be fined for their obdurate behavior.

Those fines would fall into Hecht"s war chest.

Once Castreresone was settled he would move against Khaurene.

Castreresone, not Duke Tormond"s home city, was the key to control of the Connec, in Hecht"s estimation. He owned the key, now.

He took the seat reserved for the ruling count. His officers introduced locals of standing, starting with the consuls, the manager-senators who handled the daily business of city government. Castreresone retained many of the appurtenances of its youth as a city-state. With layers of feudal law and obligation laid on over the centuries.

The eight senators present were eager to please. Three more were absent, all on the Society"s wanted list. Hechi asked. One supposedly died in the fighting. One had suffered a stroke. And one had fled the city.

Heeht picked names at random. "You three will speak for them to the Society."

The magnates were introduced next. They were the rich men of Castreresone. Many belonged to the urban n.o.bility disdained by traditional n.o.bility because they were more interested in commerce than warfare.

Another round in the ancient contest between city and country.

The Captain-General found a total lack of defiance in the defeated. The excesses in the towns and villages had beet useful. Once the introductions had been made and the oaths of fealty administered, Hecht made a brief speech. He would forgive the sins of the past. In return, he expected thos oaths to be fulfilled absolutely. Rebellion would be dealt with harshly.

The Captain-General went through the motions, tired. But he studied the Castreresonese closely.

He did not identify a single potential troublemaker.

t.i.tus Consent approached, grim as he weaved between Hecht"s lifeguards. He whispered, "Bad news from Hagan Brokke."

"I"ll finish as soon as I can."

Now that he had seen the human face of the city there was little more he wanted to do. Plans for the occupation had been made long since.

He what?" Hecht asked.

"In the vernacular, he got his a.s.s kicked," Consent said. "He slid out of Mohela ande Larges, as directed. He made a show of threatening Khaurene again, then headed east. And ran into Isabeth"s mercenaries. An encounter engagement. Which escalated. Both sides seeing an opportunity that wasn"t really there. Brokke had the advantage till the Navayans arrived."

Hecht said nothing. There was no point. Things happened. There were no guarantees. Genius was not infallible. And... things happened. Finally, "How bad?"

"Not sure yet. Pretty bad. But he didn"t lose his prisoners."

"Good. Torturing them will make me feel better about losing those men."

"You"re in a fine mood."

"I don"t take misfortune well. As you see. And I want to go home. I haven"t seen Anna or the kids in half a year."

"You are unique in your exaggerated pain, sir. Why is Colonel Ghort blessing us with his company?"

"I"m not sure. It must have to do with Princ.i.p.ate Doneto and Morcant Farfog. But he isn"t as forthcoming as he once was."

"It couldn"t be just that he needs to relax with someone he"s known since before the responsibilities started piling on?"

The Captain-General closed his eyes. He drifted into a fantasy realm where he, Ghort, Bo Biogna, Just Plain Joe and the mule Pig Iron, and a few comfortable others surrounded a campfire, swapping tall tales. The good old days, when they were hungry but had the luxury of being able to relax.

"Could be, t.i.tus. How scattered are we? How disorganized? How long to pull it all together to march on Khaurene?"

"I don"t want to get above myself. But these guys need some rest. They need to relax. They need to get in out of the Night. Which won"t get any better because we took Castreresone. Despite Prosek"s efforts."

"What"s that?"

"The racket? Probably Archbishop Farfog insisting on seeing you so he can give you your orders."

"Here are some orders for him. Go away. Stick to robbery and saving souls. I"ll handle the war business."

"Sure you want to offend him?"

"I don"t mind. Do you?"

"Sir?"

"They say he keeps records. On everyone. I"m sure you"re one of his favorite suspects."

"I hadn"t thought of that."

"It won"t be a happy world if Farfog is running free. Maybe we ought to help him become Patriarch." He enjoyed Consent"s startled response. "The Patriarch gets so isolated he has to drill through layers of hangers-on to have much impact outside Krois. Farfog isn"t a leader. He"s a pusher. He"d drown in the bureaucratic swamp."

Consent chuckled. "Interesting idea. Disarm the idiots by putting them in charge, then let their own incompetence destroy them."

"Something like that." Hecht did not think Farfog would destroy himself. But he was venal and corrupt enough to render the Church a cripple, incapable of undertaking another ma.s.sive religious offensive. "When you tell him to go away, feel him out about how much the army"s support might be worth to him."

Consent did not like that. But he did not question it.

PRINc.i.p.aTe DELARI WAKENED HECHT. WHO WONDERED how the man had gotten past his bodyguards. "Problems in Brothe, Piper. I have to leave."

"What is it? Saluda and Linczski have gone already."

"And Doneto. He has a big lead."

"What is it?"

"Sublime is gone. Or going. His gang is trying to keep it secret."

"We"ve been hearing that for months."

"It"s true, now. All the Princ.i.p.ates away from Brothe will be moving that direction. Like flies to a cow flop. Wanting to reach the Chiaro Palace in time to get in on the first vote."

Members of the Collegium not on hand for the initial vote could not partic.i.p.ate in subsequent polls. The rule helped keep the Patriarchy in the hands of members of the Firaldian primates.

"You"ve been sharing wine with Pinkus Ghort."

"With my grandfather. I don"t see him often enough." Nor sounded like this opportunity had gone that well.

"I"ll miss you. I"ll feel naked, having you go just when the Night has begun this escalation."

"You"ll be protected. He"ll be out there somewhere. Hovering. Trying to make the world run according to his own weird prejudices."

"I"m not worried about me. I"m worried about the other twenty thousand men..."

"Talk to him about that. I need to get busy. I"m way behind."

"Take a boat down to Sheavenalle. Then a ship across to Brothe. You"ll get home weeks ahead of everybody. You can fix it up to be the next Patriarch yourself."

"I don"t want it. Wouldn"t take it if it was handed to me."

"If you get a chance, see Anna and the kids. I think that would mean a lot to them." He did not know what else he could do. "I"ll give you a letter for them before you leave."

Hecht told Ghort, "I liked it better down in Inconje. This place is dark, dank, and smells bad." He exaggerated. The keep had not been built for comfort. The offending smell was the result of generations of cooking with unfamiliar spices.

They were alone except for a couple of lifeguards. Ghort was sampling local vintages.

Hecht asked, "What"s really on your mind?"

"I don"t know if we can take Antieux. An a.s.sault would just get a lot of people dead. They aren"t getting hungry in there. They aren"t getting thirsty. The walls won"t come down. Winter is closing in. We"re starting to see sickness in the camp. Probably brought in by all the hangers-on we"ve acc.u.mulated. And we"re having trouble with Night things. Trouble that looks like it could get bad."

"We have that here, too. I"ve got a man, Drago Prosek, who seems to be on track to controlling it."

"I heard the falcons."

"That"s for the big ones. I"ve got more falcons being cast, including a test kind that can be fired faster. But that"s in Brothe. Which doesn"t do us any good here. Where he is doing good, here, is with traps. You should see the things he"s caught. A whole menagerie of stuff that should"ve been extinct since the Old Empire. Stuff no one"s ever seen before."

"But not dangerous?"

Hecht shrugged. "I don"t know. I"m short my adviser on those things."

"Delari? Yeah. Doneto was useful that way, too. When you figure on moving west?"