Colonel Priamedes was able to support his own weight again. Huber released him and stepped aside, though Daphne kept hold of her father’s other arm.
“I guess you people have things you’d better be about as well,” Hammer said, surveying the delegations. All the civilians seemed to be on the verge of collapse; Priamedes, whose difficulties were merely physical, had gotten his color back and now stood straight. “Go on and do them.”
He focused on Senator Graciano. “You and I’ll talk regarding financial arrangements tomorrow. Mistress Dozier, you’ll be present?”
“Yes, of course,” the Bonding Authority representative said.
Lindeyar’s aircar lifted and curved toward the ships disgorging a Nonesuch armored division. Huber’d left his 2-cm weapon in Fencing Master, so all he had was the pistol on his equipment belt. He’d never been much good with a pistol; but if he fired in the direction of the aircar, Frenchie would swat it out of the air in blazing fragments.
That’d be a violation of the contract, of course. The Colonel would have him executed immediately as the only way to prevent the Regiment from being outlawed and disbanded.
We’re not in the business of dispensing justice. . . .
The delegations started moving away toward their own vehicles. Daphne Priamedes said, “It’s over for us, now—Solace and the Outer States as well now that Nonesuch has the port. ‘Woe to the conquered.’ That’s how it’s always been.”
Arne Huber thought about Sergeant Jellicoe, about Flame Farter’s two crewmen and all the other troopers he’d lost here on Plattner’s World. He watched the aircar landing among the disembarking Nonesuch soldiers and said aloud, “Yeah, I suppose. But it’s not just to the conquered, sometimes.”
* * *Γ Γ Γ
Arne Huber stood on the berm against which Fencing Master nestled bow-on, surveying the landscape. It’d been a field of spring wheat before the engineers gouged Firebase One out of it two days ago and moved a third of the Regiment’s combat elements into it.
Huber hadn’t been a farmer; he’d seen no magic in the original flat expanse of green shoots stretching to the hills ten kilometers away. He was willing to grant that it’d been more attractive than this scraped yellow wasteland, though.
Deseau crawled carefully out of the plenum chamber. He was a small man, but battle and the hard run had left him stiff. You could hurt yourself on sharp, rusty metal when your muscles don’t work the way you expect them to. He stepped away from the access port before he dusted his trousers with his hands; Padova followed him out. He grinned at Huber and said, “Funny to be on Plattner’s World and not be skating in mud, ain’t it, El-Tee?”
A dirigible slinging three pallets of howitzer ammunition was crawling upwind to the cargo pad. The big airships didn’t overfly the firebase: they dropped their loads outside the berm, from where trucks with troopers driving hauled the material the short remainder of the way.
“Hadn’t really thought about it, Frenchie,” Huber said. His eyes were on the dirigible, but he wasn’t really thinking about that either. “I can’t say I like the dust here in the highlands a lot better.”
“Hey, Learoyd?” Deseau called to the trooper in the fighting compartment. “Slide into the front, will you, and run up Port Two?”
Learoyd didn’t work in the plenum chamber unless he had to. He was too big for the hatches even when he was fit, and now his right arm was in a surface cast to keep him from rubbing off the medication that the Medicomp had applied when things settled down enough for the support equipment and personnel to arrive from Base Alpha. A fresh set of barrels for the 2-cm automatics had arrived, so Learoyd was working on the tribarrels while the other crewmen realigned the nacelle that’d taken a knock from the dense rootball of a tree Fencing Master had driven over.
“I’ll do it,” said Padova, mounting the bow with a hop and a grab for the first handhold on the hull proper. Rita’d settled in during the run and the three days of quiet following Port Plattner; now she was a member of Fencing Master’s crew, not just a skilled driver.