Owen swirled the wine in his cup, studying it. "We took a few towns that his Guards had abandoned. They'd thoroughly looted them, even down to the point of breaking into mausoleums and digging up graves. In war you see bodies, but that was different. People just torn from their rest, parts hacked off. Lots of missing skulls."
Kamiskwa's dour comment needed no translation.
The Prince made a half-hearted attempt to muster a smile. "It is worse than that, I fear. His transportation here suggests a shift in Tharyngian political power. Du Malphias has been associated with the hardline lions. The sheep have lost their hold. Du Malphias will move to consolidate holdings before we can react."
"Did your dispatches say anything about the Queen's response? Are troops on the way?"
"No, Captain. I gather that prudence and intelligence held sway. The flotilla was not large, so it is believed there can be little military threat in this season. Horse Guards believes that du Malphias will be creating a series of fortifications from which attacks can be launched. He was the architect of the defenses at Villerupt, after all. They will not be easy nuts to crack. Next year, they believe, is when he would move to the offensive, but only if he is substantially reinforced. To prevent that, we will attack into Tharyngia again this year. We'll either inflict the defeat that will make his efforts moot, or tax Ryngian resources such that he will never get the troops he needs to invade."
Nathaniel leaned back on his hands. "I'm thinking that's a powerful lot of iffin' and supposin'. Cold comfort."
"Agreed." The Prince drank some wine. "This is why your mission is even more important than before. We have to know where du Malphias is, how much he has in the way of resources, and what his most likely route of attack will be. I will be frank, gentlemen. If he were to pull together all the regular troops and militia in New Tharyngia and couple them with warriors from the Seven Nations, he would have a large enough force to overwhelm any single colony's defenses."
The Prince came up on his knees and shifted his blanket around. He tugged it up toward the center, then twisted the edges, very quickly constructing a crude topographical map of north Mystria. He broke bread into crumbs, which he placed in strategic points, then plucked blades of grass and laid them out to represent rivers.
"The Ryngians claim everything west of the mountains, including the Four Brothers Lakes, the land of two rivers, and Misaawa River. Up here in the north, Black Lake feeds into the Argent River, so they claim Black Lake as part of the Argent River watershed. But to the south, Black Lake also feeds into the Cool River, which is ours. The river flows south to Hattersburg where it joins the Tillie River. To date neither nation has acknowledged the other's claims. Further west, Lac Verleau has remained neutral, but the Governors of Queensland and Lindenvale have sold deeds to land on its south side. We have settlers moving into that area, creating tension with Ryngian trappers and settlers."
Owen nodded. "If du Malphias brought troops down the Cool River, he'd go to the heart of Lindenvale, capture Hattersburg, then move east along the Tillie River to threaten Margaret Town. That would cut off Queensland, Summerland, and Lindenvale."
Kamiskwa pointed at the crumb marking Hattersburg. "Many rivers meet to form the Tillie before it flows to the big water. He could come down from Anvil Lake in the west to loot and fight a retreat that would draw militia far from home. If he looses his Daskashii allies to raid…"
Vlad pushed his glasses back up on his nose. "A sound point. Thank you, Prince Kamiskwa. You see, Captain, this is why your mission is so very important. We know these rivers exist, and we assume they will be the means du Malphias would use to transport troops, but we do not know how many of the rivers are navigable. A raiding party of two hundred men can move quickly, but an army of four thousand with cannon has an entirely different set of needs."
Owen scrubbed his hands over his face. "You realize this mission is impossible, yes? To survey all of the rivers is the work of years, maybe a decade. Which path to choose? Black Lake seems the easiest route, but the Green River out of Lac Verleau and into the Upper Tillie and tributaries also works. Where to begin?"
Nathaniel pulled his knees up to his chest. "Begging your pardon, but ain't the two of you looking at this ass-end around?"
Owen frowned. "Meaning?"
"You're guessing and call it figuring. Shouldn't look for where he'll end. Look for where he's starting." Nathaniel pointed at the map. "He sailed up the Argent two weeks ago. He'll be stopping in Kebeton to round up men and supplies iffen he's going to be building his forts. Take least a week. The Ryngians, they'll be a-wanting to hear him palaver about something. They'll feast him a bunch. He'll need scouts. He'll hire trappers and traders. We find out who is missing from his normal haunts, we find du Malphias."
Owen smiled at the Prince. "I suddenly understand your liking this man."
"Yes, don't let his rustic nature fool you, Captain. He's smarter than he wants to let anyone know."
Nathaniel laughed, his long hair dangling as he threw his head back. "It ain't no strategizing, it's trapping. Find the beaver lodge, set the trap nearby."
"This beaver will have very sharp fangs." Owen drank to wash the sour taste from his mouth. "This is important enough that you will want reports, yes, Highness?"
"Yes. Encrypted, I should think." The Prince's brows furrowed. "You don't have a crypto-lens, do you?"
"No, Highness."
"Do you know how to work a book cipher, Captain?"
"I fear not, Highness."
"It is fairly simple and unbreakable save the enemy is able to find the book that is the key." Vlad pointed toward his house. "I will find a book, one for which I have the matching volume. To send a message, you write it out and then, leafing through the book, you find a page on which a particular word is printed. You substitute the page number, paragraph number, and word number for the word in your message. If the word 'amber,' for example, was found on page forty, third paragraph, fourth word, it would be written 40-3-4. Furthermore, you will date your notes, and subtract the date from thirty-six, adding the difference to every value. If you are writing on the 30th, the word would be represented as 46-9-10. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Highness."
"Eliminate articles like 'a' and 'the'-they just waste time-and underestimate any numbers by twenty percent. If someone does intercept a message and translates it, they will believe we are fooled. Send things to me by way of the Frosts, please."
"Yes, Highness." Owen smiled and dug into his jacket pocket, producing the Haste book. "Doctor Frost gave me this to read. Could we use it?"
The Prince laughed. "A delicious idea. No one would ever think a Norillian agent was using a seditious text for covert purposes. Splendid."
Nathaniel grinned. "And what would a Prince of the realm be doing with such a book?"
"Memorizing it, actually, and with more haste now, no pun intended. The book is fascinating." The Prince returned the smile. "You should learn to read. You would enjoy it."
"I read honest sign. Man-scratches ain't never honest."
"But they can be illuminating. Perhaps Captain Strake will be good enough to read you selections on your journey."
Owen and Nathaniel exchanged glances. That isn't going to happen.
"Captain, I've prepared a short list of things I'd like you to keep your eye out for. Samples, if you can, a description if you cannot. I understand the focus of your mission, but if you would indulge me…"
"As you wish, Highness."
"Thank you." He stood. "How will you travel?"
Nathaniel chewed a big bite of chicken breast and swallowed fast. "We'll go due west up Old Ben as far as we can, then head north. The Altashee will be at Saint Luke, so we'll see what they have heard, then to Hattersburg. From there we go north or west. Probably north. Two-three weeks out from there, weather holds."