John Ringo - Council Wars 02 - Emerald Sea

by Emerald Sea(lit)

"Tarson had declared for New Destiny," Herzer shrugged. "They were raiding Harzburg. Harzburg screamed for help. They got me."

  "One war, one Blood Lord?" Stephanie asked.

  "One minor little campaign," Herzer said with a frown. "They had some issues with their 'support.' They got over it in time."

  "How?" Stephanie asked, leaning forward again and putting her hand on his knee, under the water.

  It had been a long year so he recited some more multiplication tables.

  "Tarson had been sending parties to raid the outlying farms," Herzer said. "Look, do you really want to hear this?"

  "I want all of it," Stephanie said, throatily.

  "I want to hear it, too," David replied when Herzer just looked at her, his face blank and hard.

  He looked up at the ceiling when he realized other people, including the Blood Lord instructor he had seen across the room, had gathered around. He thought about the blood, the hacked remnants of what had been human beings scattered across a farmer's field. He realized what his face must look like so he, with difficulty, slid a friendlier mask onto his face.

  "Tarson had been sending raiding parties out," he repeated, turning to look at Shilan. "They'd burned a couple of the farms in the area that wouldn't, or couldn't, pay their 'taxes.' I took to riding around..." He paused and shrugged.

  "Blood Lord training is designed for formation; fighting as an individual is entirely different. But we cross-train." He looked over at the instructor from the Academy who nodded at him. "I'd... done more cross training than normal, for that matter. Anyway, I was out at one of the farms, just visiting. I'd been riding around to them, helping out sometimes, meeting people. And there was a scream from outside and Diablo was whinnying." He closed his eyes and tried to smile but it just wouldn't come.

  "The farmers had a daughter, just about eleven. When I got outside some of the Tarson had her on the ground. Others were headed for the house, torches in their hands. I... well, it gets pretty blank in that kind of combat. My shield was on Diablo but I was in armor. They weren't." He stopped talking.

  "That's it?" Stephanie said after a long pause. "What's the rest of the story?"

  "The rest of the story is in the after-action report," the instructor said. "Fifteen raiders, motley weapons. Axes, swords, spears. One Blood Lord. You did us proud that day, Lieutenant."

  "Thank you, sir," Herzer said, modestly, trying very hard not to remember. "I don't really remember most of it," he lied.

  "What happened to the girl?" Shilan asked.

  "She's never going to look at slaughtering the same for the rest of her life," the instructor said, grimly.

  "She was fine," Herzer said. "Shaken up, but fine. They hadn't had time to get their pants down much less get stuck in. I talked to her a few times afterwards; she needed to talk it out and she didn't feel like she could with anybody else. She's fine."

  "You're not much of a storyteller are you?" Stephanie asked.

  "It's hard to talk about some things with people who haven't been there," Herzer admitted with a shrug. "The... feel of your sword crunching through a rib cage is difficult to describe. What it feels like to have your sword stuck in a corpse's spine while someone is hammering on you with an axe. What a field looks like after you've chopped a dozen human beings into their constituent parts. Having to decide whether to try to save someone's life or just give them mercy."

  "I take it back," Stephanie said, leaning back. "You can feel free to leave out the little details."

  "I didn't care about the ones headed for the house," Herzer said, suddenly loquacious. "If I raised enough of a ruckus they would either run to help or run off. I do remember bowling a couple of them over as I went through, and..." He looked up and his right hand made a motion like a butterfly drawn in air. "And a bit more to a couple of others. I made a mistake with the girl, though. I was so angry. The guy who was trying to rape her... his teeth chattered on my sword blade like a toy. Chit-chit-chit-chit-chit. That was when it got stuck, in the back of his brain really." There were grimaces in the audience but he didn't notice, being somewhere else.

  "I'd kicked one of the guys holding her down on his face but another one was hitting me on the back with an axe. It was just bouncing off my armor so I turned around and punched him and took his axe away. I chopped a space around me and got my sword freed up." He shook his head and shuddered.

  "What?" Shilan asked.

  He shrugged and made a stomping motion as his gripped hands moved back and forth as if he was trying to free something. More grimaces, including from Shilan who clearly wished she hadn't asked the question, and a few of the audience wandered off, hurriedly.

  "Diablo had turned up by that time and I made sure he didn't step on the girl. The ones who had been planning on burning the house were headed back by then and some of them threw spears. I remember one of them bouncing off the armor and another stuck. That just gave me another weapon. I hit them with that for a while, until it broke, then went back to the sword. When there weren't any more people bothering me, or the girl, or my horse, I went over to the spring and cleaned up."

  "Tired?" the instructor asked, professionally.

  "Not really," Herzer said. "A bit of a case of the shakes, but it hadn't taken five minutes, all total." He stopped and shrugged. "It was more like a not particularly intense drill. They weren't very good."

  " 'Nah, fifteen of 'em,' " Stephanie mimicked. " 'Wasn't really what you'd call a fight.' Lord! Brag for God's sake!"

  "Why?" the instructor said, lightly. "I'll admit that it was a tough fight. There are few among the Blood Lords who would have done as well. I doubt that I would have. But for Herzer, yes, it was child's play. He is the Blood Lord's Blood Lord, the icon that we hold up to the students, just as this young lady said. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," he added.

  "Shilan," Shilan said. "I hadn't realized that you heard."

  "I'd moved over. The point is that the Blood Lords train to do one of three, or all of three, things to their opponents. Outmaneuver them, chop them to ribbons and if all else fails outlast them. We do that partially by being able to rotate units, but the individual Blood Lord is trained to fight, literally, for at least an hour without being significantly fatigued. A five-minute fight-he shouldn't have broken a sweat."

  Stephanie leaned sideways in the pool and supported herself on one elbow, arching her back slightly towards the instructor.

  "In pretty good... shape then, eh?" she asked, tossing her head so her hair swung back and forth.

  The instructor just looked at her for a moment, then nodded sharply.

  "Pretty good, yeah."

  Stephanie languorously slid back to her place and took a deep breath as she smiled up at him.

  "I'm so glad to have such big strong men guarding us!"

  Herzer gripped the bridge of his nose to keep from laughing, hiding his face behind his hand. He looked sideways and saw that Shilan was just staring at the woman, her mouth open. She closed it after a moment with a clop.

  "Whatever were we talking about?" Stephanie asked.

  "I dunno," Herzer said with a laugh. "Economics comes to mind for some reason."

  "Why economics?" Stephanie asked, clearly puzzled.

  "Because it's the most boring subject I can imagine," Herzer answered, laughing.

  "Oh, I dunno," Stephanie replied, pushing her hair back with both hands behind her ears and then posing with them out to the side as she thrust her chest forward. "Derivatives can be fascinating."

  Herzer laughed again and shook his head at her incredible forwardness.

  "So, I kill people and break things," he said, looking for any subject that wouldn't get another rise out of her. "What do you do?"

  "I work at the bank," she said, flatly, frowning. "Let's not talk about work."

  "Bank?" Herzer said. "What bank?"

  "Raven Federal," Stephanie replied.

  "Used to be Tom Sloan's Loan Shark and Credit Destroyer," Shilan said with a grin
. "They've come up in the world."

  "Huh," Herzer said. "Tom handles all my accounts. I've got to see him tomorrow."

  "Accounts?" Stephanie said, raising an eyebrow. "Plural."

  "Plural," Herzer said flatly. "What are you doing Shilan?"

  "I'm still a textile designer," Shilan said. "That's where I met David. He's in sales at the plant."

  "Which is a losing cause," David said unhappily. "We used to be the only mill in the area. But these days Hotrum's Ferry has three, and transportation costs are making us unprofitable out of the immediate region."

  "Well, this is just fascinating but I've got a date with a bottle of wine," Stephanie said, standing up. "Herzer, pleasure to meet you," she added, holding out her hand.

  "Same here," he replied, shaking it. She turned immediately and climbed out of the pool.

  "Okay, what just happened?" he asked.

  "Social butterfly," the instructor said, sliding into the pool. "She got exactly what she wanted out of the conversation, then went off to find one where she could get more."

  "Whatever," Herzer replied. "I'm sorry, I cannot for the life of me recall your name."

  "Mike Fraser," the instructor replied, holding out his hand. "I'm in second phase at the Academy."

  "I was supposed to be coming back for an instructor's gig at the O course," Herzer said, shrugging.

  "What are you doing instead?" Shilan asked.

  "I just got told," Herzer admitted. "But I'm not sure I should talk about it."

  "Open secret," Fraser said. "You're going to the Southern Isles with Duke Edmund."

  "So much for military security," Herzer grumbled.

  "Like I said, open secret," Fraser shrugged. "You can't organize something like that without it getting out. And there are no secrets in the baths."

  "None at all," Shilan said. "Worst gossip spot in the town. Even including the 'ladies get-togethers' that resulted from counseling classes. Although those are more catty. I knew that Edmund was going to the Isles, but not that you were going."

  "Daneh and Rachel took it as a surprise," Herzer said.

  "They don't come in here much," Shilan shrugged. "Rachel rarely and I've never seen Daneh in here."

  "I can imagine why," Herzer said.

  "It's not that," Shilan replied. "I think she's about as over her rape as it's possible to be. If not she certainly controls it well. I think she's just very body-modest. Rachel, too, to a lesser extent. And, of course, they have their own baths at the house. Daneh probably would have picked it up at one of the meetings but she's been missing those the last couple of weeks. I only heard about it... two nights ago."

  "I don't care how hard it is to keep a secret in the baths," Herzer said. "This is still a problem."

  "Yup, sure is," Fraser nodded. "I'm not sure what can be done about it, though."

  "Education comes to mind," Herzer replied. "I don't know what the security classification is on this mission, but I don't really care. It shouldn't be talked about in public, period. That's basic OPSEC, sir."

  "No rank in the baths, either," Fraser noted. "But I get your meaning. You're probably right about the education aspect, but we're all still feeling our way. A couple of years ago, none of us were soldiers."

  "Not my problem," Herzer shrugged. "It just bugs me."

  "Speaking of feeling our way.. " Shilan said, then blushed. "That didn't come out right."

  "It's okay," Herzer chuckled. "It would take a very dirty mind to find anything wrong with that comment. Admittedly, I have a dirty mind..."

  "Speaking of trying to figure out stuff about this life," Shilan said, clearing her throat. "Why is he a captain and you're a lieutenant?"

  "A very good question." Fraser nodded. "The answer is that I came to the Academy as a lieutenant and have gotten promoted since. I think you were enlisted, Herzer?"

  "Yeah," Herzer said. "I just got my commission before going to Harzburg. That was another one of their gripes. I basically got the commission for the mission and that was pretty obvious."

  "But you got them to see the error of their ways?" Fraser asked.

  "It took a while," Herzer admitted. "The town is run by guilds and they took to their prerogatives, post-Fall, really damned quick. It was more feudal than it sounds. They didn't want some no-class low-life newly promoted lieutenant telling them how they were supposed to run their militia. For one thing, the militia was only open to those they thought 'acceptable.' Which meant those they could trust with a weapon at their back."

  "Under the constitution all voters are supposed to be armed," David interjected. "I mean required."

  "Yeah, and that has holes you can run an elephant through," Herzer said. "They were using the 'bondage labor' provisions to exclude most of the people in the town, not just the refugees but others they didn't like and had squeezed out of power. You had to be a full guild member to be a member of the militia."

  "About a fifth their available bodies at a guess," Fraser mused.

  "About that," Herzer said. "And all too busy to bother actually training. I mean, most of them were honestly busy, you know how it is. They had real jobs, hard ones. And the labor pool guys, who were mostly sitting around hoping for work, were restricted from training. I'd been railing about it, quietly, for quite a while. There was also a real split between the farms, who were the ones getting hit, and the town, where they thought nobody would attack. Well, shortly after my little encounter at the farm Tarson did hit the town. Things were pretty screwed up but we managed to stop them after they'd burned the tanneries."

  "We?" Fraser interjected.

  "I'd... been training some of the bond labor on the side," Herzer admitted. "And that was item one in the meeting after the attack. But it was me and a few of them that drove the attackers off."

  "Blood Lord tactics?" Fraser asked.

  "Modified," Herzer admitted. "More of a phalanx approach. Really, I just had them make long spears and learn to march in formation with them. And, yeah, that was tough to arrange. But we got our tools together and drove the Tarsons off. Then the shit hit the fan. There was a pretty... intense meeting. But they had a few unpalatable choices. They could throw me out and try to get something else from the Federals. Pretty damned unlikely. Or they could actually train their 'organized' militia. Equally unlikely. Or they could trust the scum with weapons."

  "The scum?" Shilan said, angrily.

  "That's how they felt about the labor pool guys," Herzer said. "And some of them were scum; Harzburg had a hell of a crime problem for that matter. They started off the meeting wanting to kill me. 'Violation of local ordinances' was the crime I was accused of. I more or less told them 'You and what army?' By the end of the meeting they'd given me approval to recruit among the laborers. And I made a tiddly little company out of them if I do say so myself." He looked up at the rafters again and shrugged. "Maybe I'll have a command again, someday."

  "Count on it," Fraser sighed.

  "So when the Tarsons attacked again we routed them and drove them back to their town. Took the town, burned the ringleaders in their 'stronghold' and I put a few of the better of the laborers in charge in Tarson. The people of the town were mostly glad as hell to be liberated. The guild guys tried to make like it was their town but we told them where to stuff it. I worked out a charter for Tarson, got their application in to the UFS, waited until the election-which was as cold and stacked as I could make it-was over and just afterwards got the word to head home. Mission accomplished."

  "In spades," Fraser said. "What are you getting for this one?"

  "Another mission," Herzer laughed.

  "Excuse me, Mr. Herrick," a soft voice said from over his shoulder.

  He looked around and was faced by a tiny tuft of pubic hair. Looking farther up he was stunned by the vision. If the girl standing over him wasn't absolutely perfect in every way she could see it on a clear day. Brunette, about a meter and a half, perfectly rounded breasts, high and incredibly firm, flat belly, rounded
mons. He realized he was staring.

  "Yes?" he asked, his voice ending in a squeak.

  The girl slid into the water to his left and smiled at him.

  "My name's Sheena. I don't think you know me."

  "I don't think so either," Herzer replied, all charm out the window. Three hundred fifty-seven times four... down boy!

  "Back before the attack on the town, you went out with a cavalry patrol," she said in a soft little-girl voice that practically drove arithmetic out of his brain.

  "Yes?" Carry the two...

  "My brother was one of the guys on the patrol," she said, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek. "I want to talk to you, but I'll be right back."