“No, My Lord!” said the Chamberlain in a voice more forceful than I dreamed any underling would use to the Baron. Wolfitz must have been seizing the nettle firmly, certain that hesitation or uncertainty meant the end of more than his plans. “If you shoot him now, the others will blast everything around them to glowing slag.”
“Wolfitz,” said the Baron, breathing hard. They had been struggling. The flare-mouthed mob gun from the Baron’s nightstand—scarcely a threat to Sergeant Grant across the courtyard—extended from the window opening, but the Chamberlain’s bony hand was on the Baron’s wrist. “If you tell me I must let those arrogant outworlders pleasure my wife in my palace, I will kill you.”
He sounded like an architect discussing a possible staircase curve.
“There’s a better way, My Lord,” said the Chamberlain. His voice was breathy also, but I thought exertion was less to account for that than was the risk he took. “We’ll be ready the next time the—outworlder gives us the opportunity. We’ll take him in, in the crime; but quietly so that the others aren’t aroused.”
“Idiot!” snarled the Baron, himself again in all his arrogant certainty. Their hands and the gun disappeared from the window ledge. The tableau was the vestige of an event the men needed each other too much to remember. “No matter what we do with the body, the others will blame us. Blame me.”
His voice took a dangerous coloration as he added, “Is that what you had in mind, Chamberlain?”
Wolfitz said calmly, “The remainder of the platoon here will be captured—or killed, it doesn’t matter—by the mercenaries of the Lightning Division, who will also protect us from reaction by King Adrian and Colonel Hammer.”
“But . . .” said the Baron, the word a placeholder for the connected thought which did not form in his mind after all.
“The King of Ganz won’t hesitate an instant if you offer him your fealty,” the Chamberlain continued, letting the words display their own strength instead of speaking loudly in a fashion his master might take as badgering.
The Baron still held the mob gun, and his temper was doubtful at the best of times.
“The mercenaries of the Lightning Division,” continued Wolfitz with his quiet voice and persuasive ideas, “will accept any risk in order to capture four tanks undamaged. The value of that equipment is beyond any profit the Lightning Division dreamed of earning when they were hired by Ganz.”
“But . . .” the Baron repeated in an awestruck voice. “The truce?”
“A matter for the kings to dispute,” said the Chamberlain offhandedly. “But Adrian will find little support among his remaining barons if you were forced into your change of allegiance. When the troops he billeted on you raped and murdered Lady Miriam, that is.”
“How quickly can you make the arrangements?” asked the Baron. I had difficulty in following the words: not because they were soft, but because he growled them like a beast.
“The delay,” Wolfitz replied judiciously, and I could imagine him lacing his long fingers together and staring at them, “will be for the next opportunity your—Lady Miriam and her lover give us. I shouldn’t imagine that will be longer than tomorrow night.”
The Baron’s teeth grated like nutshells being ground against stone.
“We’ll have to use couriers, of course,” Wolfitz added. “The likelihood of the Slammers intercepting any other form of communication is too high. . . . But all Ganz and its mercenaries have to do is ready a force to dash here and defend the palace before Hammer can react. Since these tanks are the forward picket, and they’ll be unmanned while Sergeant Grant is—otherwise occupied—the Lightning Division will have almost an hour before an alarm can be given. Ample time, I’m sure.”
“Chamberlain,” the Baron said in a voice from which amazement had washed all the anger. “You think of everything. See to it.”
“Yes, My Lord,” said Wolfitz humbly.
The tall Chamberlain did think of everything, or very nearly; but he’d had much longer to plan than the Baron thought. I wondered how long Wolfitz had waited for an opportunity like this one; and what payment he had arranged to receive from the King of Ganz if he changed the Baron’s allegiance?