The Course of Empire by Eric Flint & K. D. Wentworth. Part two. Chapter 15, 16, 17

“Are the ranks depleted then?” Aille asked.

“A bit.” Kralik’s eyes glanced at Oppuk. “Jao discipline is very exacting, sometimes fatal. That makes it difficult to get as many re-enlistments as I’d like.”

Aille made a mental note to investigate further, in private. The lines of Kralik’s body were very hard to analyze, even more so than with most humans. But something in his stance suggested to him that the human officer was not saying all he felt on this matter.

“You must tell me more later,” he said. “There is much for me to learn so I may be efficient in my new post.”

“I look forward to it, sir.”

“You have heard of the upcoming whale hunt?”

“Yes, sir.” Kralik’s face was unrevealing, likewise his tone of voice. But, again, some subtlety in his stance suggested disapproval.

“I will want to take some jinau along as a personal guard, I think,” Aille said. He glanced at the girl at his side. “Miss Stockwell believes there may be opposition from the natives.”

“Possibly,” Caitlin said. “Depending on where it takes place. If you could persuade the Governor to arrange it over in Japan, I think there would be no problem at all. Or Norway, or Iceland. They have a long cultural tradition in those countries of hunting whales. If it happens here, on one of our coasts, though, there may be trouble.”

“I see. Can you handle such problems if they arise, General Kralik?” Aille was not certain—another thing he would have to check—but he thought a simple “general” was the proper form of address. He did not understand, anyway, the purpose of the seemingly meaningless “major” added as a prefix. If he understand the term “general” correctly, a general was a major figure by definition. Could there be such a thing as a minor or unimportant general?

Kralik answered immediately, without needing to think the matter over. “Yes, sir. I’ve got a good company stationed here. We can use them.”

“Perfect, then.” Aille studied Caitlin. “You should come too,” he said. “Your presence would indicate approval of the activity, which would alleviate local rumblings, and you could supply advice to keep us from committing inadvertent cultural errors.”

The female Banle glanced sharply at him, ears and whiskers quivering with perceived-slight.

“I would be glad to do whatever is needed,” Caitlin Stockwell said, “although I must warn you that Governor Oppuk is not overly concerned with the good opinion of natives.” Two splotches of red had bloomed in her cheeks.

“It is not necessary that the natives approve of Jao actions!” Banle loomed over her human charge. “It is only necessary that they obey all orders!”

“As they shall,” Kralik said smoothly.

“Then it is decided,” Aille said, “and we can look forward to the hunt.”

The two humans exchanged an enigmatic glance. “Yes, indeed,” Caitlin said and her eyes seemed to burn brighter. “My father will be pleased.”

Chapter 16

The morning after the reception, word was conveyed to Aille via a human servant in black livery—the whale hunt had been scheduled for two solar cycles hence in a remote area on the one of the continental coasts. “The Pacific Northwest,” as the human termed it. The political moiety of Japan was providing a vessel from its own water fleet already in that area to serve the purpose.

Kralik appeared at his door soon after, inquiring if Aille wished to review such troops as he had available to provide an escort.

“Are they all jinau?” Aille asked as Yaut fussed with the lay of his halfcape.

“Yes, sir. Experiments with mixed squads have not been successful.”

“I do not understand that,” Aille said, signaling Yaut to cease his endless realignment of seam with seam, a subtlety of appearance he doubted most natives would appreciate. “We have successfully integrated Jao and native troops on many planets. And humans are ferocious fighters. That much is obvious by what has already passed. Jao respect such. Why then have our two kinds made poor companions in arms?”

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t be a jinau,” Kralik said, then sighed as Yaut glared at him, perceived-disrespect written in the fraghta’s stance. “Sorry, sir. I shouldn’t be flip. It’s an important question.”

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