I went up to Janol. “Thanks.”
“All right.” He did not look at me, but went on with the papers on the field desk before him.
“Janol,” I said. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“See for yourself,” he said, still bent over his papers.
“I can’t see for myself. You know that. Look- I’m sorry about what I did. But this is my job, too. Can’t you tell me what’s going on now and fight with me afterward?”
“You know I can’t brawl with civilians.” Then his face relaxed. “All right,” he said, straightening up. “Come on.”
He led me over to the battle screen, where Padma and Kensie were standing, and pointed to a sort of small triangle of darkness between two snake!ike lines of light. Other spots and shapes of light ringed it about.
“These”-he pointed to the two snakelike lines- “are the Macintok and Sarah Rivers, where they come together, just about ten miles this side of Joseph’s Town. It’s fairly high ground, hills thick with cover, fairly open between them. Good territory for setting up a stubborn defense, bad area to get trapped in.”
“Why?”
He pointed to the two river lines.
“Get backed up in here and you find yourself hung up on high bluffs over the river. There is no easy way across, no cover for retreating troops. It’s nearly all open farmland the rest of the way, from the other sides of the rivers to Joseph’s Town.”
His finger moved back out from the point where the river lines came together, past the small area of darkness and into the surrounding shapes and rings of light.
“On the other hand, the approach to this territory from our position is through open country, too-narrow strips of farmland interspersed with a lot of swamp and marsh. It’s a tight situation for either commander, if we commit to a battle here. The first one who has to backpedal will find himself in trouble in a hurry.”
“Are you going to commit?”
“It depends. Black sent his light armor forward. Now he’s pulling back into the high ground between the rivers. We’re far superior in strength and equipment. There’s no reason for us not to go in after him, as long as he’s trapped himself-” Janol broke off.
“No reason?” I asked.
“Not from a tactical standpoint,” Janol frowned at the screen. “We couldn’t get into trouble unless we suddenly had to retreat. And we wouldn’t do that unless he suddenly acquired some great tactical advantage that’d make it impossible for us to stay there.”
I looked at his profile.
“Such as losing Graeme?” I said.
He transferred his frown to me. “There’s no danger of that.”
There was a certain change in the movement and the voices of the people around us. We both turned and looked.
Everybody was clustering around a screen. We moved in with the crowd and, looking between the shoulders of two of the officers of Graeme’s staff, I saw on the screen the image of a small grassy meadow enclosed by wooded hills. In the center of the meadow, the Friendly flag floated its thin black cross on white background beside a long table on the grass. There were folding chairs on each side of the table, but only one person-a Friendly officer, standing on the table’s far side as if waiting. There were the lilac bushes along the edge of the wooded hills where they came down in variform oak and ash to the meadow’s edge; and the lavender blossoms were beginning to brown and darken for their season was almost at an end. So much difference had twenty-four hours made. Off to the left of the screen I could see the gray concrete of a highway.
“I know that place-” I started to say, turning to Janol.
“Quiet!” he said, holding up a finger. Around us, everybody else had fallen still. Up near the front of our group a single voice was talking.
“-it’s a truce table.”
“Have they called?” said the voice of Kensie.
“No, sir.”
“Well, let’s go see.” There was a stir up front. The group began to break up and I saw Kensie and Padma walking off toward the area where the air-cars were parked. I shoved myself through the thinning crowd like a process server, running after them.
I heard Janol shout behind me, but I paid no attention. Then I was up to Kensie and Padma, who turned.
“I want to go with you,” I said.
“It’s all right, Janol,” Kensie said, looking past me. “You can leave him with us.”
“Yes, sir.” I could hear Janol turn and leave.
“So you want to come with me, Mr. Olyn?” Kensie said.
“I know that spot,” I told him. “I drove by it yesterday. The Friendlies were taking tactical measurements all over that meadow and the hills on both sides. They weren’t setting up truce talks.”
Kensie looked at me for a long moment, as if he were taking some tactical measurements himself.
“Come on, then,” he said. He turned to Padma. “You’ll be staying here?”
‘ ‘It’s a combat zone. I ‘d better not.” Padma turned his unwrinkled face to me. “Good luck, Mr. Olyn,” he said, and walked away. I watched his blue-robed figure glide over the turf for a second, then turned to see Graeme halfway to the nearest military air-car. I hurried after him.
It was a battle car, not luxurious like the Out-
Bond’s, and Kensie did not cruise at two thousand feet, but snaked it between the trees just a few feet above ground. The seats were cramped. His big frame overfilled his, crowding me where I sat. I felt the butt-plate of his spring-pistol grinding into my side with every movement he made on the controls.
We came at last to the edge of the wooded and hilly triangle occupied by the Friendlies and mounted a slope under the cover of the new-leaved variform oaks.
They were massive enough to have killed off most ground cover. Between their pillar-like trunks the ground was shaded and padded with the brown shapes of dead leaves. Near the crest of the hill, we came upon a unit of Exotic troops resting and waiting the orders to advance. Kensie got out of the car and returned the Force-Leader’s salute.
“You’ve seen these tables the Friendlies set up?” Kensie asked.
“Yes, Commander. That officer theyVe got is still standing there. If you go just up over the crest of the slope here, you can see him-and the furniture.”
“Good,” said Kensie. “Keep your men here, Force-Leader. The Newsman and I’ll go take a look.”
He led the way up among the oak trees. At the top of the hill we looked down through about fifty yards more of trees and out into the meadow. It was two hundred yards across, the table right in the middle, the unmoving black figure of the Friendly officer standing on its far side.
‘ ‘What do you think of it, Mr. Olyn?” asked Kensie, looking down through the trees.
“Why hasn’t somebody shot him?” I asked.
He glanced sideways at me.
“There’s plenty of time to shoot him,” he said, “before he can get back to cover on the far side. If we have to shoot him at all. That wasn’t what I wanted to know. You’ve seen the Friendly commander recently. Did he give you the impression he was ready to surrender?”
“No!” I said.
“I see,” said Kensie.
“You don’t really think he means to surrender? What makes you think something like that?”
“Truce tables are generally set up for the discussion of terms between opposing forces,” he said.
“But he hasn’t asked you to meet him?”
“No.” Kensie watched the figure of the Friendly officer, motionless in the sunlight. “It might be against his principles to call for a discussion, but not to discuss-if we just happened to find ourselves across a table from one another.”
He turned and signaled with his hand. The Force-Leader, who had been waiting down the slope behind us, came up.
“Sir?” he said to Kensie.
“Any Friendly strength in those trees across the way?”
“Four men, that’s all, sir. Our scopes pick out their body heats clear and sharp. They aren’t attempting to hide.”
“I see.” He paused. “Force-Leader.”
“Sir?”
“Be good enough to go down there in the meadow and ask that Friendly officer what this is all about.”
“Yes, sir.”
We stood and watched as the Force-Leader went stiff-legging it down the steep slope between the trees. He crossed the grass-it seemed very slowly- and came up to the Friendly officer.
They stood facing each other. They were talking but there was no way to hear their voices. The flag with its thin black cross whipped in the little breeze that was blowing there. Then the Force-Leader turned and climbed back toward us.
He stopped in front of Kensie and saluted. “Commander,” he said, “the Commander of the Chosen Troops of God will meet with you in the field to discuss a surrender,” He stopped to draw a fresh breath. “If you’ll show yourself at the edge of the opposite woods at the same time; and you can approach the table together.”