So sudden, unexpected and complete was the victory of the High Lord’s force that the suicide garrison had no time either to seal or even conceal the huge oval chamber undermining the hilltop fortifications, the tunnel through which they had been supplied and. reinforced, and the oil- and pitch-soaked timbers supporting them.
“It’s a stratagem which can be hellishly effective, Bili,” Milo urgently farspoke. “Something similar once cost me nearly two regiments when we were conquering the Kingdom of Karaleenos, more than a century ago. Since this hill be mined, it stands to reason that the one you’re on is too. I’ve been unable to lock into Ahrtos’ mind. You must get word to him that the troops are to quit that hilltop immediately!”
Bili was blunt. “Strahteegos Ahrtos is dead. So, too, are most of the other officers of the first assault force. A sub-strahteegos called Kahzos Kahlinz presently commands what be left of the men who did the actual fighting, as well as his own slow-footed companies. He thought that he commanded me and mine, as well, until we had some . . . ahhh, ‘words’ on the matter.”
“All right, Bili,” Milo quickly ordered. “I’ll mindspeak Kahlinz. You see to getting your own Freefighters off that hilltop. You should be safe down as far as the abattis. Get off your wounded but don’t bother with your dead; there may not be time.”
Kahzos-thirty-five-year-old third son of Thoheeks Hwflkz Kahlinz-whose twenty years under the Cat Banners had earned him command of a line regiment and a second-class silver cat, was coldly furious. First, that old ass Ahrtos had relegated him to the inferior command of the second wave while taking his two best battalions away from him for the initial assault and “replacing” them with a single battalion of irregular light infantry from some godforsaken backwater in the northwestern mountains. Then a noble bumpkin-and it was hard, despite his title and mindspeak, to credit that the boy was even Kindred, what with his damned harsh Middle Kingdoms accent and his shaven scalp-had defied him before his own troops! Blatantly lacking respect either for Kahzos’ rank or age, the young pig had not only profanely refused to put himself and his mercenaries under Kahzos’ rightful authority, but had insisted that his northern barbarians be given leave to loot the salient before Kahzos’ Confederation gatherers were allowed to scavenge valuable or usable items.
And Kahzos had seen no choice but to accede to the unreasonable demand, despite the flagrant breach of army regulations. For the arrogant young pup had made it abundantly clear that should the Confederation commander demur he and his mercenaries would fight-turn their swords on Confederation troops-to achieve their larcenous ends. And Kahzos could only think of that disgraceful business some years back, of the ruined career and cashiering of an officer who had set his battalions on mercenary “allies” when they refused to fight.
Of course, the man had been a damned kath-ahrohs Ehleen-which automatically meant a fool and a thief-and had hoped that by butchering the mercenaries he could conceal the fact that he had embezzled their wages. But still, with such a precedent and his honorable retirement not far distant, Kahzos had stuck at an armed confrontation with that puling bastard of a thoheeks.
But for all his inborn prejudices and his towering ego, Kahzos Kahlinz was a good officer and an intelligent man. He immediately grasped the dire possibilities, the danger to every man within the new-conquered salient, when the High Lord mindspoke him. After snapping an order to his staff drummer, he replied.
“My lord, because of some unforeseen difficulties with the barbari-ahhh, with Thoheeks Morguhn and his company, the gatherer squads have but just dispersed about the area. Most of the drummers are handling litters, but I have ordered my own drummer to roll the ‘Recall’ and I will immediately send a runner to the thoheeks, whose Freefighters are occupying the redoubt nearest to the city.”
“Never mind Thoheeks Bili,” beamed Milo. “He has already been warned. Just get your units out of there as rapidly as may be. We’ve suffered much loss for damned little gain this day as it is.”