Wartorn: Resurrection w-1

by Robert Asprin

  Those portals. What sort of place, exactly, did they open up into? Did that strange, milky world have inhabitants?

  Dardas had seen none when he'd passed through with his army on the way to level U'delph. But he'd barely gotten a glimpse of the place, so distorted was everything, so overwhelming the sense of otherness there.

  Yet, very strangely and despite its alienness, something about that realm had seemed ... familiar. It was as if he recognized the place without having any memory of it at all, as if he was remembering something from a dream. It made no sense.

  Yes, a strange war this was. But it was war, nonetheless. And war was the environment in which Dardas thrived. It was, in fact, the only state of reality in which he felt at home. That was why he had risen to such heights as a military commander in his first incarnation. The Northland had provided him with a virtually endless series of adversaries, peoples, and rival armies to be conquered.

  He loved war. And he would do anything to preserve it. He had never wanted a final victory, never wanted to see the end of all hostilities.

  Naturally, he did not wish to see the end of this war. But if war was to continue, he needed a foe, some force to stand against his growing army.

  U'delph's ruthless destruction had real purpose. It was meant to horrify the remaining Isthmus states, yes, just as he'd told Matokin. But Dardas didn't want to provoke surrender. No. He wanted to goad the remaining city-states into action.

  Perhaps you could requisition a student directly from the Academy.

  Weisel caught him off guard, but he quickly recovered, assured that the Felk nobleman hadn't overheard his thoughts.

  What's that you say?

  You were wondering about magic and magicians. Someone straight from that Academy in Felk where they train them might be able tell you what you want to know.

  Dardas considered. It was, he had to admit, a sound plan.

  That's afine idea. My thanks.

  Glad to help.

  There was no mistaking the preening tone of the thought. Weisel was an idiot, but Dardas wasn't one to reject a good scheme simply because he didn't like where it came from.

  He finished his drink. Then he called again for his aide and told the officer what he wanted. The comely young woman was brought to him immediately. She was different than the one he'd had last time, which was good. Life offered many possibilities, and Dardas, now that he was alive again, meant to enjoy as many of those possibilities as he could.

  AQUINT (2)

  "STAND EASY . . . AQUINT, is it?"

  "Sir?"

  Aquint maintained his rigid stance, unsure of what the order meant. He was still getting used to this

  military lingo. It was ironic that, though he still didn't really consider himself a soldier, he had nonetheless

  been promoted. • "Relax," the officer expanded, waving at the seat opposite his desk. "Sit down. You

  make me tired just watching you. We're not as spit and polish here in the quartermaster's as they are out

  there in the field. Make yourself comfortable while I read these orders."

  Aquint did as he was instructed and peered curiously about as the officer pored over the scroll he had

  just been handed. Aquint had been ordered to report to this warehouse in the city of Sook. Not much of

  a city-state, he judged. Shabby, in fact, compared to Callah. But it was now a part of the growing Felk

  Empire, owing to its recent unequivocal surrender. Apparently spines didn't grow strong among the

  people of Sook. Callah, at least, had put

  up a decent, if inadequate, resistance before giving in to the Felk.

  The warehouse looked pretty much like any other warehouse he had been in, including his own. There

  were stacks of materials with aisles running between them, and men and women wandering about in

  seemingly aimless patterns loading and unloading wagons. Much of the material was more war-oriented

  than he was used to seeing, with stores of weapons and armor, and there were wizards present, but other

  than that, he had the strange feeling of coming home.

  He had been surprised by this posting, thinking a "transportation officer" would remain in the field with the

  wagons and equipment. But of course supplies had to come from somewhere, and this warehouse was

  one of those places.

  "Brand new officer, eh?" the man said, glancing up from the scroll. "Well, no matter. We can use any help

  we can get right now. I notice you aren't wearing an officer's uniform. Why is that?"

  "I was told I was being transferred here to take a posting as a junior officer," Aquint said. "Nobody told

  me if the new rank was effective immediately or after I started work in the new position. I thought it

  better to dress the part too late rather than too early."

  "Mmm. Probably the wisest course," the officer nodded. "Have you had any previous experience?"

  "Not in being an officer. No, sir," Aquint responded.

  "Well, no matter. I was a shopkeeper in Felk myself before this war started. You'll catch on quick

  enough. Tell me, what do you think the job of an officer is?"

  Aquint hesitated, then shrugged. "As near as I can figure, it's like any other manager or supervisor. You

  do as little as possible by delegating everything to others ... sir."

  The officer gave a quick bark of laughter. "Well put. And better than most answers I've heard." Then he

  sobered slightly. "Of course, there's another side to it as well. You also get to take the blame for anything

  that goes wrong in your command. I should know. I just spent the morning getting chewed out by my

  own superior for something I have no control over."

  "Sir?" Aquint said, curious in spite of himself. "Lost material," the officer growled. "Lost? Between here and the field?" The officer nodded. "We send material directly, if you know what I mean."

  Ah. The wizards, Aquint thought. They were transport mages, and they sent supplies to the troops in the field through those portals. It was an impressive way to keep an army supplied.

  "And still they're saying that the shipments are coming up short, despite the spot check inventories I've implemented," the officer said unhappily. "How much is missing?"

  "According to the numbers people, about ten percent." "That's too much," Aquint said thoughtfully, an idea starting to form in his mind.

  "That's exactly what my superior said," the officer said, peering closely at his new charge. "It sounds like you know something about this kind of operation."

  "I used to run a freight and hauling outfit in Callah before the Felk came," Aquint said. "You expect a certain amount of loss to pilferage from the help, stuff that 'falls off the wagon.' But ten percent is too high for casual theft. It sounds like someone is running an organized ring right under your nose."

  "I see," the officer said, rubbing his chin. "You know, Aquint, it sounds like you can be a lot of help to me after all. Any suggestions as to what we can do?"

  "Just one, at the moment," Aquint said. "Does anyone except you and me know I'm being assigned here as an officer?"

  "Didn't know it myself until you handed me the scroll."

  "Well, let's keep it that way for the time being. Give me the rest of the day off so I can look around Sook, and when I start tomorrow, have me introduced around as a new transfer, nothing more."

  "I can do that. But why?"

  Aquint smiled. "I imagine that regular grunts tend to go mum around officers, if it's anything like it is between workers and bosses," he said. "I'll probably hear a lot more if they think I'm just another mud-slogger. With any luck at all, they'll try to recruit me for whatever they have going."

  "I have no problem with that," the officer nodded. "Very well, we'll try it your way. As you say, take the rest of the day to get to know beautiful Sook, and we'll start first thing in the morning."


  "Ah, sir?"

  "Yes, Aquint?"

  "I'll still be getting paid as an officer, won't I? I mean, just because ..."

  "Don't worry," the officer laughed. "We'll take care of you. Glad to hear you're still watching out for your own interests, though. Man has to look out for himself, even in the army."

  SOOK'S OCCUPATION BY the Felk meant its citizens, those who hadn't been conscripted into the army, were quickly learning to obey the new laws. There was a curfew, and a list of crimes and punishments each person had to memorize. Mostly this was a way to keep the population intimidated. Judging by the nervous and timid looks Aquint received from civilian passersby as he emerged from the warehouse, it was working.

  "Don't worry, sir," he said to himself, as he made his way down the street. He was smiling. "I'll be sure

  to remember to look out for my own interests."

  "You're looking pleased with yourself," Cat said, materializing at his side.

  "Cat! Hey! Good to see you! I was starting to think I had lost you for good."

  In fact, Aquint hadn't seen Cat since the night he told him about his transfer to Sook. The next morning his young friend had vanished, and Aquint had actually started to wonder if their partnership had been severed as quickly and wordlessly as it had formed.

  "Thought I'd run on ahead and get a feel for the place."

  Cat shrugged. "Camping out with the army types is one thing, but you and I know cities. The more you can find out about a new city, the better off you'll be in the long run."

  "Excellent," Aquint said, nodding almost to himself. "That will fit in nicely."

  "Nicely with what? And you still haven't told me why you're grinning like someone who just beat the taxman." "We've got a potentially sweet deal going here, Cat m'lad," Aquint said. "I may actually start enjoying being in the army."

  Cat slowed his pace and peered at his elder. "Don't tell me you're letting this officer thing go to your head," he said with his normal accusatory disapproval. "What happened to 'keep our heads down and serve our time'?"

  "Not to worry." Aquint waved. "What I'm saying is that we may be able to go back into our old business right under the army's nose." "How do you figure that?"

  "They've got me working a warehouse," Aquint explained. "What's more, the operation has been suffering a. ten-percent loss to pilferage."

  "That's high." Cat frowned. "Sounds like someone already has an operation set up."

  "That's what it sounds like to me," Aquint said. "And get this, the officer in charge used to be a shopkeeper. You know how easy those types were to flimflam." "So how do we figure into this?" "Already in motion," Aquint said. "I'm going to be

  heading up the investigation to deal with the problem. Working undercover, of course."

  Cat's mouth curled into a smirk.

  "Sort of a 'set a poacher to catch a poacher' deal, huh?"

  "It would be, except all he knows is that I used to run a freight business," Aquint grinned. "It's actually more like setting a weasel to guard a henhouse. I figure we can cut ourselves in on whatever action we uncover, and end up getting paid from both ends."

  "It could work," Cat said thoughtfully. "Might be a little risky, though."

  "That's why I have you, my young shadow-loving friend," Aquint said, draping his arm across Cat's shoulders as they resumed their walk. "Now help me here. That fellow we worked with in Callah ... the fat slob with the bad teeth ... didn't he have a cousin or something that was his contact here in Sook?"

  THE DINING ROOM of the inn was furnished with modest but clean and sturdy tables and chairs and had large shuttered windows that opened onto the street for light and ventilation. Aquint could not help but think as he entered the room with Cat that it was not at all the seedy den of thieves one would think of when meeting with a black marketeer. It was midday, but the place was barely half full, making Aquint suspect either the quality of the food or inflated prices. Cat did not hesitate, but immediately led the way to a medium-sized table near the far wall, where a stocky man in merchant's garb was dining alone.

  "Vahnka, this is Aquint, the man I was telling you about," he said without preamble.

  The man briefly ran his eyes over Aquint. If he was surprised at the Felk army uniform, he gave no indication.

  "Please, join me, gentlemen," he said, gesturing to the empty seats at his table. "So. The lad here tells me that you know my cousin Tyber up in Callan. You know, I've always envied that grink his looks. Tell me, is he still married to that little redhead?"

  Aquint looked at him levelly.

  "The Tyber I worked with is built like a toad with pimples and bad teeth. I don't believe he's ever been married. In fact, from what I heard, his tastes run more to young boys."

  "Too true," Vahnka said, mopping up some gravy with a butt of bread. His rustic Sook accent was mild. "He's always been a bit of an embarrassment to the family. Still, he has a good business head on his shoulders."

  "Testing me?" Aquint said. "Is that really necessary? You've got at least three men in the room ready to step in if I try anything."

  Vahnka paused in his eating to peer at Aquint.

  "You spotted them?"

  "Haven't bothered to try," Aquint said with a shrug. "It's a precaution I would have taken if I were meeting with someone I didn't know. I just assumed that you'd do the same."

  "Quite right," Vahnka said, returning to his meal. "Still, one can't be too careful these days. So, I'm told you have a proposition for me. Are you buying or selling?"

  "First, I have a question," Aquint said. "Are you handling the merchandise that's being lifted from the army warehouses?"

  Vahnka peered at him carefully. .

  "Pretending for the moment that I know what you're talking about," he said, "why should I admit any involvement to you?"

  "Because if you aren't the outside man in that operation, we can end this conversation now, and I'll keep looking for the person that is," Aquint said. "If you are, then we might be able to do some business together. As a token of good faith, I'll give you some inside information right now. For free."

  "Free information is usually like free advice," Vahnka said. "More often than not, it's worth its price. I'll listen, though."

  "Whoever is the outside man needs to find a new inside contact," Aquint said. "The one they've got now is sloppy." "How so?"

  "He's been lifting too much too often," Aquint said. "Sook has only been occupied a short period of time, and the army has already gotten wind of that pilferage operation and has assigned a special officer to go undercover to investigate it."

  Vahnka leaned back in his seat. "That is an interesting bit of news," he said. "Of course, we already know all the officers in the local garrison so Whoever they assign will have trouble conducting his investigation unnoticed. Still, if it's true, it would be an inconvenience. How did you come by this information?"

  "Because I'm the officer," Aquint said with a smile. "Don't let the enlisted man's uniform fool you. I'm newly assigned and newly promoted. I've only been in Sook since yesterday, so I'm not known locally. That and my previous experience with warehouses made me a natural choice."

  "So you've decided to try your hand at crime," Vahnka said, thoughtfully.

  "More like continue it," Aquint said. "My warehouse operation in Callah had several sidelines the authorities knew nothing of. That's how I came to know Tyber." "So, what exactly is your proposal?" Aquint gave a small shrug. "I should think it's obvious. I think it would be best for all concerned if I became your new inside man. Once I've gained a reputation for my honesty, I'll be able to provide you with information on all supplies arriving or departing, so that we wouldn't have to rely on simple pilferage. That is, if your contacts are reliable."

  "Assume we have the contacts," Vahnka waved. "But going back to something you said, how exactly do you plan to establish your honesty?"

  "By exposing the existing operation and reducing the level of pilferage to a fraction o
f what it is now."

  "Forgive me for being slow," Vahnka said with a frown, "but how can reducing the level of pilferage increase our profits?"

  "By using the information I have at my disposal to target those items that are of the greatest value. That way we can skim the cream and not bother with the low-profit dregs. Just out of curiosity, what items are most in demand right now?"

  Vahnka laughed. "That's easy. Weapons and armor. Every paltry state in the south is short of almost everything needed to equip an effective fighting force. They want that gear. They know the Felk are coming. Whether they can or will put up a fight remains to be seen. Right now they're just a separated,

  disorganized rabble."

  "Then for my first contribution, there is an order being gathered that the wizards will ship out in two days. Tents and uniforms loaded on top of swords and crossbows."

  "Excellent," Vahnka said, rubbing his hands together. "I can see where working with you will simplify matters greatly."

  "Enough to justify my exposing your current inside man to establish my own credibility?" Aquint said.

  "He is no friend of mine," Vahnka said. "And business is business. Of course, it would be convenient if an accident befell him or he were killed resisting arrest so that he could not betray his outside contacts."

  "I had already taken that into consideration," Aquint smiled.

  "Just one question," Vahnka said. "You are an officer in the Felk army, but you're willing to rob your own fellow soldiers of necessary supplies and sell them to the very forces you're likely to be fighting in the near future. Doesn't that bother you?"

  "We won't be taking everything. Just a little here and there. And besides," Aquint stared at Vahnka levelly, "in your own words, 'they're no friends of mine, and business is business'."

  PRAULTH (2)

  BEING MADLY IN love and being in love for the first time weren't, surprisingly, the distractions one might imagine them to be. In truth, she felt more focused than she had before Xink had appeared in her life. He—through his caring, his passion and compassion, through his simple steady presence—settled her mind and spirit... settled those restless and longing parts of herself she'd not even been aware of before Xink's advent.