Imager’s Battalion

37

Although Quaeryt saw several companies depart the hamlet on Mardi afternoon, and at least one return, Skarpa did not send for him or Zhelan. So he continued to work with the imagers. Even by the fourth glass of the afternoon, Threkhyl still could do little more than image solid shields or ones that were like cobwebs. Quaeryt couldn’t understand why someone who had so much raw power as an imager could create shields at either extreme but nothing in between.

Is it because he sees the world in those terms … one way or the other?

Since all the imagers were close to exhaustion, Quaeryt dismissed them. Tired and sore as he was, he just retreated to the porch of the small cot and settled onto the sole stool remaining there, letting the faint breeze off the river to the north cool him. For a time, he just sat silently before he realized that Voltyr was sitting on the top of the steps, less than a few yards away.

“Threkhyl will get himself killed before long, you know?” offered Voltyr quietly.

Quaeryt had his own ideas on that, but wanted to hear what the other had to say. “How do you figure that?”

“He’ll either try to do too much in the fighting, or he’ll get so angry that he’ll attack you. He might even do that in the middle of a battle so no one will think he did it.”

That’s been done before. Even as Quaeryt could see Threkhyl attempting such an attack, he didn’t want to have that occur, ironic as it might be. “Do you have any idea why he’s as angry as he is?”

“He was an imager for a High Holder in Estisle … Ghasphar or some such. He was dismissed. He won’t say why.”

Quaeryt frowned. When he’d talked to Threkhyl, the imager had mentioned working for a metal factor in Estisle, imaging special parts and shapes, but not anything about a High Holder. Quaeryt had heard of Ghasphar before, but he couldn’t recall where. “Do you know anything about Ghasphar?”

“He’s into shipping. Threkhyl did say that.”

Quaeryt remembered. Ghasphar owned all the “diamond” ships, the ones with bronze long cannon that fired shells filled with Antiagon Fire. “And Threkhyl’s never said anything about Antiagon Fire?”

An expression of confused puzzlement crossed Voltyr’s face. “No. Why?”

“Because Ghasphar has imagers-or uses some-who can create Antiagon Fire. Didn’t Threkhyl say he knew nothing about Antiagon Fire?”

Voltyr’s brow furrowed, and he tilted his head, clearing trying to remember. “He said … I think … that he had no idea how it was made.”

Quaeryt snorted. “That covers a multitude of various Namings.”

“What … if I might ask … do you intend to do about it?”

“I’m inclined to believe him.”

“Why?”

“Because … if he knew … Ghasphar would never have let him go … or let him live.”

“But why…?”

“If you had imagers with the secrets of Antiagon Fire, would you want Threkhyl working with it … or knowing the secrets.”

“I see your point.”

“Still … he bears watching.” As if you didn’t already know that.

“Closer watching,” suggested Voltyr.

By the time cold rations were handed out for the evening meal, Quaeryt felt somewhat recovered, if still stiff and sore. That, he had discovered during the Tilboran revolt, was only normal. After eating, he slipped away and tried to concentrate on what he recalled of the Bovarian emplacements guarding the approaches to Ralaes, thinking about what he and the imagers could do to make any attack easier for Fifth Battalion and the rest of Skarpa’s forces.

… what about using shields to block the ends of trenches closest to the attackers …

Except, Quaeryt realized, he was the only one capable of doing that at a distance, and for any length of time. The more he considered the problems, the more apparent it became that, so far, the imaging techniques the undercaptains had already used remained the most practical for them … at least until their techniques and capabilities strengthened.

Quaeryt had no more than drifted off to sleep-or so it seemed-than he heard the alarm chimes and trumpets. When he bolted awake, it was pitch-dark … and before he more than had his boots on, another trumpet sounded the recall. The same thing happened twice more at intervals of several glasses, and Quaeryt woke in the early gray before dawn feeling sore and grouchy. He could understand the Bovarian tactics, but that understanding didn’t leave him feeling any less uncharitable toward Kharst’s troopers and their commanders.

Breakfast, such as it was, consisted of hard biscuits and harder cheese, with relatively fresh apples, and Quaeryt found himself alternating bites of each. After eating, Quaeryt went to find Skarpa, only to encounter Meinyt heading in the same direction.

“Long night for your men?” asked Quaeryt.

“For my second battalion. There weren’t that many attackers. Just enough to require a response and to try to keep everyone from getting any rest.” Meinyt laughed softly. “Didn’t disturb most of the veterans that much.”

By that token, you’re still not a veteran, thought Quaeryt.

Skarpa was waiting and waved them to the stools around the table, then immediately spoke. “I think we ought to use the Bovarians’ tactics against them. With a few twists.”

“Such as?” Quaeryt inquired, since Skarpa was looking at him.

“What if we make sallies against them all day and into the night-except that the one that would be, say, two glasses before dawn wouldn’t be just a sally?”

“What-just smash along the road to the top of the hill?” asked Meinyt. “Then hold the high ground and then move down as we can? Leave Third Regiment at the bottom and catch them in between?”

“Something like that.” Skarpa turned back to Quaeryt. “Where do you think Fifth Battalion and the imagers might serve best?”

“With Fifth Regiment, I’d say. We can offer smoke and pepper and other things that will disconcert the defenders, and the undercaptains need to be closer to do that.”

“I’d felt that, but I wanted your thoughts.” Skarpa paused. “In the past, you’ve been able to get closer to the enemy than would seem possible…”

“We can try. What we’ve done in the past isn’t as effective at night because sentries can’t see as well and they’re using their ears more.”

“Anything you can do will help.” Skarpa looked back to Meinyt. “Since your men were up much of the night, we’ll use companies from Third Regiment for the early feints and sallies today.”

After Skarpa dismissed them, Quaeryt and Meinyt walked away from the cot together. Once they were well clear, the older subcommander spoke. “What would help you with getting us closer before being seen?”

“At night … or before dawn, silent riding would be the most important. I’d guess that would require a slower approach, but the need to charge immediately once the Bovarians realize we’re attacking.”

“Quick response to a single command. We’ll set it up that way.”

“The imagers and I will need to be in the fore.”

“Do you want to lead?”

“I’d say that the imagers and my first company should lead the approach until the charge, and then Fifth Battalion should follow your first battalion … if that’s acceptable.”

“You’d have to pull up below their first line of revetments…”

“We’ll chance it. The undercaptains still would get scattered at the head of a charge, especially in the dark.” Quaeryt thought he could shield them for a short time if necessary.

“Then that’s what we’ll do. I’ll ride beside you with the trumpeter…”

Much as he hoped that matters would work out as they planned, Quaeryt had his doubts, since so often matters didn’t go as planned.

Later on Meredi, Quaeryt took second squad from Fifth Battalion’s first company and rode back toward Ralaes with Skarpa’s second battalion. When the battalion began to ride forward, so did he, but he and the squad pulled off to the river side of the road. From there, Quaeryt studied the approach on the right side of the road more carefully than he had earlier.

When he returned he gathered all the officers in Fifth Battalion and went over the battle plan, using both Tellan and Bovarian, repeating himself several times. Then he dismissed the company officers and Zhelan and began to brief the imager undercaptains on what he expected of them in particular.

“… and we’ll be drawn up below the lowest revetment on the river side of the river road, waiting for Subcommander Meinyt’s lead battalion to clear the way. Before they reach the revetment, you’ll image smoke and pepper along the front lines of the earthworks…”

“Why are we doing this again, sir?” demanded Threkhyl.

“Because, Undercaptain, you won’t be able to see much when we attack tomorrow, and I don’t want you killed because you don’t understand completely what we need to do. And if I have to give you spoken commands, that will reveal our presence earlier than necessary. That increases the chances that you or another imager might get killed or wounded.” Quaeryt looked at Threkhyl. “Is that clear?”

“Uh … yes, sir.”

Quaeryt thought he’d managed to make the stubborn undercaptain understand. “Once the lead battalion of Fifth Regiment passes, Fifth Battalion will follow, at my command…”

He had the feeling the day would be long, but he put that thought aside as he outlined the specific duties for each imager.