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by Eric Flint




  Table of Contents

  Part One Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Part Two Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Part Three Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Part Four Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Part Five Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Cast of Characters

  Glossary of Terms

  Afterword

  1637

  NO PEACE

  BEYOND THE LINE

  ERIC FLINT

  CHARLES E. GANNON

  Baen

  1637: No Peace Beyond the Line

  Eric Flint and Charles E. Gannon

  THE BATTLE FOR THE NEW WORLD IS A FIGHT TO THE FINISH! A NEW RING OF FIRE NOVEL BY BEST-SELLING WRITING TEAM ERIC FLINT AND CHARLES E. GANNON

  A New Day in the New World

  It’s 1637 in the Caribbean. Commander Eddie Cantrell and his ally and friend Admiral Martin Tromp start it off with some nasty surprises for Spain, whose centuries-long exploitation and rapine of the New World has run unchecked. Until now.

  Yet life goes on in the Caribbean. Relationships among the allied Dutch, Swedes, Germans, up-timers, and even Irish mercenaries continue to evolve and deepen. New friendships must be forged with the native peoples, who will not only shape the colonists’ future in the Caribbean, but will also decide whether they will be given access to a Louisiana oilfield that could change the balance of power.

  But for now, the only oil Imperial Spain knows about is the crude pouring out of the Allies’ pumps on Trinidad—which threatens its interests in both the New and the Old Worlds. So, following in the footsteps of the conquistadors, the empire’s commanders are resolved to show that they do not take threats lightly or lying down. Indeed, their historical reaction is to respond with overwhelming—and often genocidal—force.

  The battle for the New World has not merely begun; it is a fight to the finish.

  THE RING OF FIRE SERIES

  1632 by Eric Flint

  1633 by Eric Flint & David Weber

  1634: The Baltic War by Eric Flint & David Weber

  1634: The Galileo Affair by Eric Flint & Andrew Dennis

  1634: The Bavarian Crisis by Eric Flint & Virginia DeMarce

  1634: The Ram Rebellion by Eric Flint & Virginia DeMarce et al.

  1635: The Cannon Law by Eric Flint & Andrew Dennis

  1635: The Dreeson Incident by Eric Flint & Virginia DeMarce

  1635: The Eastern Front by Eric Flint

  1635: The Papal Stakes by Eric Flint & Charles E. Gannon

  1636: The Saxon Uprising by Eric Flint

  1636: The Kremlin Games by Eric Flint, Gorg Huff & Paula Goodlett

  1636: The Devil’s Opera by Eric Flint & David Carrico

  1636: Commander Cantrell in the West Indies by

  Eric Flint & Charles E. Gannon

  1636: The Viennese Waltz by Eric Flint, Gorg Huff & Paula Goodlett

  1636: The Cardinal Virtues by Eric Flint & Walter Hunt

  1635: A Parcel of Rogues by Eric Flint & Andrew Dennis

  1636: The Ottoman Onslaught by Eric Flint

  1636: Mission to the Mughals by Eric Flint & Griffin Barber

  1636: The Vatican Sanction by Eric Flint & Charles E. Gannon

  1637: The Volga Rules by Eric Flint, Gorg Huff & Paula Goodlett

  1637: The Polish Maelstrom by Eric Flint

  1636: The China Venture by Eric Flint & Iver P. Cooper

  1636: The Atlantic Encounter by Eric Flint & Walter H. Hunt

  1637: No Peace Beyond the Line by Eric Flint & Charles E. Gannon

  1635: The Tangled Web by Virginia DeMarce

  1635: The Wars for the Rhine by Anette Pedersen

  1636: Seas of Fortune by Iver P. Cooper

  1636: The Chronicles of Dr. Gribbleflotz by

  Kerryn Offord & Rick Boatright

  1636: Flight of the Nightingale by David Carrico

  Time Spike by Eric Flint & Marilyn Kosmatka

  The Alexander Inheritance by Eric Flint, Gorg Huff & Paula Goodlett

  Grantville Gazette volumes I-V, ed. by Eric Flint

  Grantville Gazette VI-VII, ed. by Eric Flint & Paula Goodlett

  Grantville Gazette VIII, ed. by Eric Flint & Walt Boyes

  Ring of Fire I-IV, ed. by Eric Flint

  1637: No Peace Beyond the Line

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 by Eric Flint & Charles E. Gannon

  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

  A Baen Books Original

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  ISBN: 978-1-9821-2496-0

  Cover art by Tom Kidd

  Maps by Michael Knopp

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  First Baen printing, November 2020

  Distributed by Simon & Schuster

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  New York, NY 10020

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Names: Flint, Eric, author. | Gannon, Charles E., author.

  Title: 1637: no peace beyond the line / Eric Flint and Charles E. Gannon.

  Description: Riverdale, NY : Baen, [2020] | Series: Ring of fire ; [29]

  Identifiers: LCCN 2020031321 | ISBN 9781982124960 (hardcover)

  Subjects: GSAFD: Alternative histories (Fiction) | Science fiction.

  Classification: LCC PS3556.L548 A618692 2020 | DDC 813/.54—dc23

  LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2020031321

  Pages by Joy Freeman (www.pagesbyjoy.com)

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  To My Wife, Andrea Trisciuzzi,

  with love and deep, deep gratitude.

  She made this career possible, and this book even more so.

  If it was not for her and her sacrifices to ensure that I had the time to complete it when necessary, you would not have this in your hands now.

  —Charles E. Gannon

  To my grandchildren, Lucy and Zachary

  —Eric Flint

  Part One

  April–May 1636

  Pale ravener of horrible meat

  —Herman Melville,

  “The Maldive Shark”

  Chapter 1

  East of the island of Dominica

  Commodore Eddie Cantrell looked past the bowsprit of the USE steam cruiser Intrepid into the nautical twilight brightening the eastern horizon. The stars above it were fading slowly, the predawn glow washing out what had been their laser-sharp brilliance of only a few minutes before. But on those days when his time on deck started along with the morning watch, he had learned that this was not just a time for novel sights.

  Eddie closed his eyes and listened: wind, sails slapping lightly, the slow hobnail-on-wood tread of the closest of the four crew walking watch on the main deck. On a ship in the seventeenth century, that was as hushed and quiet a moment as one ever experienced.

  He opened his eyes as he turned and looked west. The stars were still bright there, but an irregular dark hump of blackness blotted them out at the center of the horizon: Dominica. More or less at the center of the eastward bowing arc of the Lesser Antilles, the island was known for terrain and inhabitants that were equally unforgiving. No colony had ever been successfully planted upon it. And if Eddie and his bosses had their way, none ever would be.

  A faint, lazy hiss of rubber on hemp, a sound out of place on most ships of this era, drew his attention upward. Rising from a vertical guide tube laid along the mainmast, a thin strand of blackness disappeared into the gloom overhead. At first glance, it was as if a solitary hair of a dark-maned goddess had sprung loose from her tresses and fallen to brush along the surface of the mortal earth.

  But staring overhead dispelled the illusion: it was a tarred rope and a naturally black telegrapher’s wire, loosely twinned as they rose and disappeared into the night sky—or rather, into a small circle of absolute darkness that blotted out the stars behind it. That was the silhouette of Intrepid’s observation balloon, almost seven hundred and thirty feet above the deck. Although it had ascended to that new height while training for this operation, this was the highest ceiling it had ever made during an active mission.

  Happily, there hadn’t been any surprises since they’d commenced filling the balloon’s envelope with hot air, just before six bells of the middle watch. But that was less a matter of luck than preparation. As Eddie’s commanding officer and stern (albeit increasingly paternal) mentor Admiral Simpson had taught him, training for actual operations is effective only so far as it is faithful to real conditions. And they had certainly applied that in regard to this ascent.

  The challenge to increase the balloon’s maximum operating ceiling had required a consideration of diverse factors. Rate of fuel consumption determined the average temperature of the air in the envelope which also determined rate of ascent. But going higher meant more rope to tether the balloon to its platform (in this case, Intrepid), and more of the perpetually scarce telegraph cable. That additional weight meant it was necessary to generate more lift, lighten the operational weight of the vehicle, or both.

  With considerable mental and physical effort, that had been achieved over the winter, but the solutions had consequences and complications of their own. Reduced duration required a more disciplined schedule of activities while aloft and greater attention to the meteorological signs of optimum flying weather. Those new demands combined to impose additional criteria upon the selection process for new observers: lighter physical bodies and greater educational prerequisites. Less operational time meant that more work had to be conducted with greater accuracy in fewer minutes, including swift and near-flawless signaling of observations back down to the wire.

  But the difficulties and the costs had now proved their worth, as Eddie had insisted they would. Before, the balloons that served the naval amalgam of both United States of Europe and Dutch warships had been lucky to see a vessel at thirty-three nautical miles. Now, they had proven that they could spot a galleon’s topsails at better than thirty-eight miles. Practically speaking, even if an oncoming ship was making four knots, that gave an hour and fifteen minutes of additional warning. That much more time to slip away unseen, or to set a wide-ranging ambush from which the spotted ship would have no escape.

  But at this particular point in the Atlantic Ocean, just six and a half nautical miles due east of Baraisiri Pointe on Dominica’s wave-whitened windward side, those five extra miles of range became ten extra miles of observational diameter. Consequently, the observer in the balloon would not only detect ships approaching directly, but also, any that made for either of the channels that bracketed the island behind them: the Dominica Passage, which separated it from Guadeloupe to the north; and the Martinique Passage, which separated it from the island of the same name to the south. In short, Intrepid’s airborne eyes covered a seventy-six-mile-wide expanse that no sizeable ship could cross without her being aware. Which was the entire strategic and tactical reason for Intrepid to be waiting at this precise latitude and longitude.

  Eddie stifled a yawn. If only they had had equally precise data for determining the day that they had to begin waiting there. And in point of fact, they had not been one hundred percent certain that their current position was casting a wide enough net to catch the fish . . . well, the whale . . . they were after. All the intel from the USE and its closest allies pointed toward the week Intrepid should be on station, but even that was only an estimate.

  Boots behind; a slower tread, not hobnailed. “Report as you requested, Commodore Cantrell.”

  Eddie turned, nodded at his tall, lanky executive officer. “A smile, Svantner? Some unusually good news to report?”

  The Swede shook his head. “No, sir. Frankly, I don’t know how the news could get any better than it already is. This is just a confirmation that their formation is still on the same heading. That’s almost an hour now. Unlikely they would adjust course before clapping eyes on Dominica, sir.”

  “Very good, Svantner, but still: why the grin?”

  “Well, damned if they aren’t right where you said they would be, Commodore.” He aimed his prominent nose forward, as if to compete with the prow. “Radios and telegraphs and steamships don’t answer to all of it. Nor even luck.” He shook his head. “Seems to me that God loves each of you up-timers so much that he doesn’t just put a sage’s library between your ears. He whispers into them about time, tides, and fortunes, too.”

  Eddie merely nodded. Months ago, his first impulse would have been to attempt to explain that while fortune was certainly not working against them, this morning’s success owed little to chance. But time and acquaintance had taught him that Svantner’s mind, while quick to learn and well ordered, was of neither a figurative nor philosophical bent. If anything, it was too well ordered, inclined to perceive the world as an improbably tidy and well-defined place. For the tall Swede, whatever contemporary knowledge did not explain was attributable to the works of a just yet unknowable God. That he also implicitly believed that the same God possessed an innate preference for Western perspectives, values, and outcomes evidently did not strike him as being inconsistent with a deity characterized by mysteries of both intent and method.

  Svantner’s voice was like a vocal jog at the elbow of Eddie’s awareness. “Orders, sir?”

  Eddie nodded. “Radio check. And summon the flight master to the winches. We’ll soon need his gang up here for reeling her in. Also, pass this word along to the comms master’s mate: send code Delta Five Charlie.”

  The Swede frowned
. “Sir? I do not believe I have been apprised of an internal communication with that designation—”

  Eddie waved a stilling hand at Svantner. “Last-minute change, Arne. That code is for relay to the observer in the balloon. No way to know we’d spot the bad guys this far off, but it’s dark and they’re running stern lights.” Because why should they anticipate that anyone could spot them at this hour and so far out? “So they won’t see anything when our observer uses the Aldis lamp at cherubs five.”

  “So: descent to five hundred and hold to signal. Very good, Commodore. Will you be wanting to raise steam?”

  Eddie met Svantner’s frank, dutiful eyes for a moment before smiling and shaking his head. “No, XO. If the wind holds, we can save the fuel and move to Objective Bravo by canvas alone. Send the word.”

  A crisp “Aye, sir!” accompanied Arne’s equally crisp salute, which was followed by a sharp step toward the speaking tube down to the intraship comms cubby, just beneath Intrepid’s flying bridge.

  Eddie watched and listened to Svantner pass the orders smoothly, efficiently, smartly down to the master’s mate, then respond to an unheard question from the comms master in the radio room. Svantner was a solid officer, a good sailor, enjoyed the respect of the crew, knew Intrepid in all her particulars. He even understood how they functioned in relation to each other: no small feat, given the complexities of a ship which incorporated steam, a new hull type with new sailing characteristics, and several electronic systems. He was an eminently capable tactical XO, and had even displayed good-natured flexibility when that designation officially replaced the title that he, like his colleagues, had grown to manhood coveting: first mate. He might even make a fine post captain one day, but he would never truly grasp that the new technologies did not merely improve performance statistics, but signified a complete transformation in the calculus of how war at sea would now be conducted.

 

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