War Master's Gate (29 page)

He waited for Grief to speak, but the Monarch’s words had been blown away.

‘And some specifics. Him.’ He pointed at the Wasp, Aagen. ‘He’s an Imperial diplomat and officer’ – and, as Grief rallied herself to speak, he hurried on
– ‘and, yes, he’s a renegade. All the better. I want a full report on everything he knows about the Eighth and its capabilities. I want him sent with your people, too, to advise
on Imperial procedures. And if I don’t see him there. then my interrogators will come and
get
him. You don’t know how much slack I’m giving you just by not taking him
away with me right now.’

Balkus thought that a small, hard smile crossed Milus’s face, but that was just within his mind.

‘And I won’t have a traitor to my city commanding your troops. You’re to replace him. Of all your armed
might
, his is the one face I don’t want to see. Traitor
once is traitor ever.’

‘
Bastard
,’ whispered Sperra. ‘Pox-ridden son of a whore. What the pits are we going to do?’

Balkus could already see it on the faces of the Monarch’s advisers, even if the woman herself remained impassive.
We’re going to do just what they ask, because they’re
right and we have no damn choice.
He wondered if they could even manage to scrape together fifteen hundred fighters from Princep’s motley population.

‘Well, seeing as I’ve just been relieved of command,’ he whispered to her, making sure to keep his mind shut tight, ‘I’m cursed well going to go tell Sten Maker
what’s just happened here, and I suggest you go with me.’

‘Sir, this feels too much like a trap to me,’ Colonel Cherten murmured, as they descended the uneven path towards the beach.

General Tynan frowned at his intelligence officer. ‘You don’t trust our allies? You’ve had some evidence that they’re not sound?’

Cherten’s eyes narrowed. ‘No, General, but they’re Spiders, and they are renowned for playing both sides. If something happens to you—’

‘Then you or one of the other colonels will take over,’ Tynan briskly finished for him. ‘That’s why we have a chain of command.’ And, because Cherten was really
starting to annoy him, he added, ‘And it’s not as if Mycella hasn’t had plenty of chances to do me harm.’

He saw the colonel’s face tighten immediately, and then the other man skidded on a loose stone so that Tynan had to catch his arm. Cherten was indeed very, very bitter about the fact that
there was someone closer to his commanding officer than he was.
But, to be honest, if he got as close to me as Mycella is, he’d have to discipline himself for unsoldierly behaviour
,
Tynan reflected with a spark of amusement. And, Empress knew, amusement was something in as short supply as rations right now.

Ahead of them, just moving out on to the crescent of stony beach, were Mycella and her people: her immaculately armoured bodyguard Jadis, a handful of her soldiers, and then a squad of burly
Scorpions led by that emaciated mercenary adjutant of hers. Tynan himself had brought a half-dozen heavy infantry – who were finding the footing hard going – and there were a
half-hundred of the Light Airborne atop the cliffs, ready to swoop down at need.

The Second had been making dragging progress since the loss of the supply airship. Such a huge assemblage of soldiers needed constant resupply to keep moving, and their previous advance on
Collegium had stripped the land of any worthwhile forage. Food, clean water and wine had been rationed instantly, but they had also lost several supply automotives to the Collegiate bombers and, at
the best of times, keeping much in reserve was logistically impossible. He had naturally sent one of their faster orthopters back east with an urgent request for aid, but how long that would take
to arrange was a matter of guesswork.

And, of course, the Collegiates had not held off their attacks, although Major Oski had managed to get a creditable ground defence going, improvising all manner of artillery answers to the
slow-flying bombers, so that further damage was at least being mitigated as much as possible.

Then Mycella had come to him and told him she had something to show him.

As always his thoughts, as he had looked on her, were mixed. Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, she was clever. Yes, the fact that they were lovers was by now common knowledge about the camp –
though, to Tynan’s surprise, his standing amongst his soldiers aside from Colonel Cherten had only gone up. They viewed Mycella of the Aldanrael as their general’s conquest, for all
that he suspected the Spider troops saw things quite the other way round.

But she was a Spider, and there was a grain of truth in Cherten’s words. Could all this be an elaborate ploy? Yes. Could she be about to switch sides and declare for the Collegiates?
Entirely possible. Could she lie to him with every word she spoke as they lay together? Of course.

But they were co-commanders of a force that would destroy itself in civil strife the moment its two leaders turned their backs on one another. Never before had an Imperial army worked in
partnership with another power.
If sleeping with a beautiful woman is the price for that, I suppose I’ll just have to pay it.
He gave another snort of stifled laughter, to more
suspicious looks from Cherten.
And solid rumour names him as Rekef, but then Rekef writ doesn’t run like it used to.
And Imperial generals had always been a little proof against the
Rekef whilst actually commanding their armies.

His feet crunching on the gravel of the shore, he stared out at the grey breakers of the sea. ‘So what’s going on, Lady-Martial?’

‘A gift for you, General,’ she replied, flashing him a smile. She was almost girlish when she did so, for all that she was probably ten years his senior, and he was no young man.
But the Inapt, they always seem able to stretch out their youth, whilst we spend ours all at once.

Her Scorpion mercenaries had taken up station over to the left, the waves lapping their feet. Tynan sent his own infantry to the opposite side, so they could glower at each other.

‘Sir, a sail.’ Cherten pointed suddenly.

Tynan squinted at the horizon, unhappily aware that his eyes were not the equal of the colonel’s. It took a count of ten before he could make out the little dark triangle, and by then
Cherten was announcing more.

‘What’s going on?’ the general demanded.

Mycella explained ‘I made the decision when we nearly lost the supply airship previously – when it came in that time just as the Collegiates were attacking. It was plain that supply
was going to prove a weak spot, so I sent some orders back to Kes and Merro, demanding boats.’

‘I thought that you didn’t want to use boats,’ Tynan growled. After all, a grand Spider armada sent against Collegium had turned back because of some unspecified sea defences
that had plainly shaken the Spiders very badly.

‘Believe me, if we had sailed up the coast like last time, we’d all be on the sea bottom by now,’ Mycella told him with some force. ‘But the Collegiates aren’t
sinking every ship in the sea just for fear of us, and so . . .’

‘That’s a fishing boat,’ Cherten declared disdainfully, as the closest vessel tacked for shore. The vessel did seem very small, Tynan had to agree.

‘To avoid notice, and to make a landing at a place like this, compromises had to be made,’ Mycella confirmed.

‘Are you telling me that we can resupply by sea,’ Tynan breathed.

‘We are about to do just that,’ she said. ‘I have a dozen such vessels out there, loaded high with whatever would survive the trip, that are just waiting for my word before
finding a cove to beach in. And they will keep coming like this until the Collegiates work out what we’re up to and target them as enemies.’

‘And then?’

‘And then they will be sunk without trace, and we will only realize it when they fail to turn up,’ she confirmed grimly.

There was a scraping sound as the first boat arrived, and the crew jumped overboard to drag it up the beach.

‘Morkaris, get her unloaded,’ Mycella’s bodyguard snapped. The mercenary adjutant glared at him, but had his Scorpions move in the next moment, so Tynan signalled for the Light
Airborne to come down and pitch in.

We eat for another day, and then another . . . and soon Collegium.

The Empress was unhappy, and that made her dangerous.

They were well and truly separated from the Wasp forces now. Whilst the Imperial soldiers were doing their best to make violent contact with the Sarnesh, in support of the Nethyen, Seda was
following a different path altogether. By Apt maps, Yraea knew, they should have been travelling the same road – the soldiers heading west to fight, Seda bound westward for the forest’s
dark centre.
Such are the limits of an Apt mind
. For, of course, Seda’s true direction was
inwards
, and nothing so prosaic as to be found on a compass rose.

In
was not an easy direction to travel, though.
In
had its own defences.

Argastos was willing the way open, Yraea realized, just as she knew that there had been visitors into his domain in recent memory. The forest itself, though, was resisting him, and so was the
collective will of the Mantis-kinden. Had Seda somehow slipped in here alone, then perhaps she could have navigated her way unimpeded to Argastos’s very gate. Now the forest’s temper
was up, outsiders were roaming its halls with bared steel and the Mantids were fighting. All the old doors that might have hung open had been barred shut. Those who wished to pass on into the heart
of the wood must either follow the correct path or be very lucky – or luckless, like those Imperial scouts from the last war she had heard mention of.

So far, luck had eluded the Empress. She had passed and re-passed, leading her followers over the same trails, seeking the invisible doorway into the deeper forest that she could plainly sense
but yet not open.
Such power within her, and yet she is ignorant. She does not understand how things are done.

Yraea, however, understood all too well, for she needed to make her way into the forest’s heart, as well, to put Argastos back in his place.
Old shade, you are grown too strong and too
unruly, to have dared call out to this stupid Wasp girl. Your masters must needs discipline you and remind you of your task.

That carried with it an uncomfortable feeling, because Yraea had dreamt of Argastos only the night before – as a presence watching her, unseen, his mind like a thorn in her own.
So old
was he, he should be nothing more than a purpose now, with barely a shred of personality left.
Yet what she had sensed had been all personality, something far more complete than any ghost had
a right to be. Even the spectre of Tisamon, the Empress’s ridiculous bodyguard construct, was less whole than what she had sensed Argastos to be.

I may have a fight on my hands, once I reach him.
It was a daunting thought, for she would be on her own when she did so. The plan was swiftly falling away from anything envisaged by
her masters back in Tharn.

The Empress had halted, staring angrily at the surrounding forest and trying to sense how it was denying her. Crippled by her lack of learning, she kept just bludgeoning about the trees with her
will. Yraea watched her contemptuously, though none of that registered on her face.
Such a waste of strength, though! Well, all the more reason to deal with the woman soon.

The others took this opportunity to rest their feet. The three Pioneers – big Wasp, Beetle and that dangerous-looking half-breed – took up watch, for this part of the forest was very
much contested ground and there had been a few run-ins with the Etheryen. As for the rest, both the old Woodlouse and the Wasp magician Tegrec just collapsed, looking worn out. All this walking was
not something they were used to, and the forest was heavy going.
Can I spare either of them?
Yraea considered. The old man was too loyal to Seda, surely, so he would definitely have to go.
Tegrec was supposed to be of Tharn now, but he was still a Wasp. The whiff of the Empire still hung about him, and she found that she could not trust him, even though she quite liked him as a
person. Of the rest, the Empress’s bodyguards and that Ostrec character, with his Red Watch badge, all of them would have to die.

Especially Ostrec. Looking at him now, Yraea felt a strange shiver of uncertainty. She was well aware that Seda had sought out Wasps with some latent Inapt heritage as recruits for her Red Watch
but, despite that, Ostrec seemed strange. Something about him did not quite match what Yraea thought she saw.

Dead
, she decided.
I’m all for secrets, but let that one die with him.

Tonight the Loquae and her Nethyen would come. They would even come as allies, so Seda would have no reason to suspect until it was too late. The forest would swallow Imperial ambitions, as it
had swallowed so much else.

With Zerro dead and their numbers diminished, the remaining Sarnesh were uneasy about simply pressing on, but Syale had news for them on that front as well. The Roach-kinden
girl obviously intended to travel with them for a while, though plainly not out of any concern for her own safety.

‘There’s a fair body of your lot that I can guide you to. Sentius is with them.’ The direction she indicated seemed to be just about the same as they were already taking. To
the unhappy Sarnesh this news was pure gold, though, and none of them was willing to question it, simply agreeing to accompany the girl and her Etheryen companions. Che, though, had misgivings, and
made sure she was at Syale’s side to voice them.

‘I don’t understand how Sentius can be ahead of us,’ Che insisted. ‘He sent Zerro and the rest forwards as scouts, and we’ve been making good time ever
since.’

Syale’s glance at her was simple amusement. ‘Miss Maker, how far do you think you’ve come, exactly? And remember you let yourself follow the Ants’ lead. I had Commander
Sentius following mine, and he was glad to have it. In this place, you’re better advised to walk round in circles than trust an Apt navigator.’