He was talking to himself. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe he thought I understood him, but I didn’t.
“In any event, we have the only sizable military force on the entire planet,” Falkenberg said. “We can’t risk its destruction.”
“But we’ve got to relieve Bonneyman and the ranchers,” I protested. I didn’t mention Kathryn. Falkenberg might think it was just a personal problem. Maybe it was. “Those tanks are headed south, right for their lines.”
“I know. Jaski, keep trying to get Bonneyman.”
“Sir!”
Outside the trumpets were sounding. “On Full Kits.” Brady’s sang louder than the rest.
“And we must rescue the Governor,” Falkenberg said. “Indeed, we must.” He came to a decision. “Jaski, get me Mr. Wan Loo.”
While Jaski used the radio, Falkenberg said, “I want you to talk to him, Mr. Slater. He has met you and he has never met me. His first impulse will be to rush to the aid of his friends in the south. He must not do that. His forces, what there are of them, will be far more useful as reinforcements for Centurion Cernan at the pass.”
“Mr. Wan Loo, sir,” Jaski said.
Falkenberg handed me the mike.
“I don’t have time to explain,” I said. “You’re to take everything you’ve got and move up to the pass. There are mixed Marine and militia units holding it, and there’s a chance Association forces are moving down the pass toward them. Centurion Cernan is in command up there, and he’ll need help.”
“But what is happening?” Wan Loo asked.
“The Association forces in Allansport have broken loose and are heading south,” I said.
“But our friends to the south—”
Falkenberg took the mike. “This is Captain John Christian Falkenberg. We’ll assist your friends, but we can do nothing if the forces coming down the pass are not contained. The best way you can help your friends is to see that no fresh Association troops get into this valley.”
There was a long pause. “You would not abandon us, Captain?”
“No. We won’t abandon you,” Falkenberg said.
“Then I have assurances from two honorable men. We will help your friends. Captain. And go with God.”
“Thank you. Out.” He gave the mike back to Jaski. “Me, I’d rather have a couple of anti-tank guns—or, better still, tanks of our own. How’s Old Beastly?”
“Still running, sir.” Old Beastly was the 50lst’s only tank, a relic of the days when CD regulars had come to Arrarat. It was kept going by constant maintenance.
“Where the devil are the Protective Association people getting fuel for tanks?” Falkenberg said. “To hell with it. Sergeant Major, I want Centurion Ardwain to take two platoons of A Company and Old Beastly. Their mission is to link up with Governor Swale. They’re to attack through the north end of the town along the riverbank, and they’re to move cautiously.”
“Captain, that’s my company,” I said. “Shouldn’t I go with them?”
“No. I have a number of operations to perform, and I’ll need help. Don’t you trust Ardwain?”
“Of course I trust him, sir—”
“Then let him do his job. Sergeant Major, Ardwain’s mission is to simulate at least a company. He’s to keep the men spread out and moving around. The longer it takes for the enemy to tumble to how small his force is, the better. And he’s not to take chances. If they gang up on him, he can run like hell.”
“Sir,” Ogilvie said. He turned to a waiting runner.
“Ardwain’s got a radio, sir,” I said.
“Sure he has.” Falkenberg’s voice was conversational. “Know much about the theory of the scrambler codes we use, Mr. Slater?”
“Well, no, sir—”
“You know this much: in theory any message can be recorded off the air and unscrambled with a good enough computer.”
“Yes, sir. But the only computer on Arrarat that could do that is ours, in Garrison.”
“And the Governor’s in the palace at Harmony,” Falkenberg said. “And those two are the ones we know about.”
“Sir, you’re saying that Governor—”
“No,” he interrupted. “I have said nothing at all. I merely choose to be certain that my orders are not intercepted. Jaski, where the hell is Bonneyman?”
“Still trying to raise him, sir.”
“Any word from Miss Malcolm or the other ranchers in the southern area?”
“No, sir.”
More information appeared on the map board. Levine was still reporting. There were only the two tanks, but a sizable infantry force had come out of Allansport and was headed south along the riverbank. If Levine was right, there’d been more troops in Allansport than we’d ever suspected.
“I have Lieutenant Bonneyman, sir.”
“Thank God.” Falkenberg grabbed the mike. “Mr. Bonneyman, nearly one thousand hostiles have broken free from Allansport and are moving south. They have with them at least two medium tanks and an appreciable artillery train. Are you well dug in?”
“Yes, sir. We’ll hold them.”
“The devil, you will. Not with riflemen against that.”
“We have to hold, sir,” Louis said. “Miss Malcolm and an escort moved about twenty kilometers south during the night in the hopes of raising more reinforcements. She was not successful, but she has reports of hostile activities south of us. At least two, possibly more, groups of Association forces are moving north. We must hold them or they’ll break through and link up with the Allansport groups.”
“One moment,” Falkenberg said. “Sergeant Major, I want helicopter observation of the area to the south of Lieutenant Bonneyman and his ranchers. Send Stragoff. He’s to stay at high altitude, but it’s vital that I find out what’s coming north at us out of Denisburg. All right, Mr. Bonneyman. At the moment you don’t know what you’re facing.”
“No, sir, but I’m in a pretty good position. Rifle pits, and we’re strengthening the southern perimeter.”
“All right. You’re probably safer there than anywhere else. If you get into trouble, your escape route is east, toward the river. I’m bringing the 501st around the town. We’ll skirt it wide to stay away from their artillery. Then we’ll cut in toward the river and stay right along the bank until we reach your position. If necessary, our engineers can throw up a pontoon bridge and we’ll go out across the river to escape.”
“Do we need to run, Captain?” Louis sounded dismayed.
“As I have explained to Mr. Slater, our prime objective is to retain the 501st as a fighting unit. Be prepared to withdraw eastward on command, Mr. Bonneyman. Until then, you’re to hold that position no matter what happens, and it’s likely to be rough.”
“Can do, Captain.”
“Excellent. Now, what about Miss Malcolm?”
“I don’t know where she is, sir. I can send a patrol—”
“No. You have no forces to spare. If you can get a message to her, have her rejoin you if that’s possible. Otherwise, she’s on her own. You understand your orders, Mister?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Excellent. Out.”
“So Kathryn’s expendable,” I said.
“Anyone is expendable, Mister. Sergeant Major, have Stragoff listen on Miss Malcolm’s frequency. If he can locate her, he can try to evacuate her from the southern area, but he is not to compromise the reconnaissance mission in doing it.”
“Sir.”
“You are one hard-nosed son-of-a-bitch,” I said.
His voice was calm as he said, “Mister, I get paid to take responsibilities, and at the moment I’m earning my keep. I’ll overlook that remark. Once.”
And if I say anything else, I’ll be in arrest while my troops are fighting. Got you. “What are my orders, sir?”
“For the moment you’re to lead the forward elements of the 501st. I want the battalion to move in column around the town, staying outside artillery range. When you’ve reached a point directly southwest of Allansport, halt the lead elements and gather up the battalion as I send it to you. I’ll stay here until this has been accomplished. I still must report to the Governor and I want the daylight satellite pictures.”
I looked at my watch. Incredibly, it was still a quarter-hour before dawn. A lot had happened in the last forty-five minutes. When I left the caravan, Falkenberg was playing games on the map board. More bloodless battles, with glowing lights and wriggling lines crawling across the map at lightning speed, simulations of hours of bloody combat and death and agony.
And what the hell are you accomplishing? I thought. The computer can’t give better results than the input data, and your intelligence about the hostiles is plain lousy. How many Association troops are coming down the pass toward Centurion Cernan? No data. How many more are in those converging columns moving toward Louis and Kathryn and their ranchers? Make a guess. What are their objectives? Another guess. Guess and guess again, and Kathryn’s out there, and instead of rescuing her, we’re keeping the battalion intact. I wanted to mutiny, to go to Kathryn with all the men I could get to follow me, but I wasn’t going to do that. I blinked back tears. We had a mission, and Falkenberg was probably right. He was going to the aid of the ranchers, and that’s what Kathryn would want. She’d pledged her honor to those people, and it was up to us to make that good. Maybe Stragoff will find her, I thought. Maybe.