And even if I did, he thought, would I unleash such a horror on this world?
“The Yankees will make one someday,” Zartak announced.
That thought had never crossed his mind. Yes, they most likely would. They were makers of machines, and machines begot more machines.
“And this attack from Tyre?” Zartak asked, suddenly shifting the conversation back to more immediate concerns.
“It might be a diversion, but if they gain the western shore of the Great Sea, create a base, combine that with ships captured from Xi’an, we are finished on this front. That was masterful as well. Letting us see it coming. The ironclads we sent from Xi’an, if they were there now, tonight, we would crush the rebellion.”
“But the new railroad coming up from Nippon and connecting across the north of the Great Sea is finished. We won’t need the Sea.”
Jurak shook his head. Here it was obvious that Zartak was thinking only as a warrior who fought on land and had never before faced a naval force.
“We must hold the Sea. If they take the rail line we were building toward Tyre and combine that with holding Xi’an, they can move reinforcements up. I suspect that is why they are moving one of their corps overland along with the ironclads. If they’ve captured ships at Xi’an, they could have that equipment in Camagan within three days. Or they could strike us from behind, or even range northward, landing'troops to cut the new rail line along the northern shore. We have to crush the rebellion in Xi’an and at the same time beat back this attacking force.”
Zartak slowly nodded in agreement.
“Or send it straight into the heart of the Chin realm, toward Huan.”
Jurak sighed, looking back at the map in the middle of the yurt.
“What will they do next?” Jurak whispered, more to himself than his companion.
Zartak stood up and looked at the map.
“I think the one they call Hans is leading this,” Zartak said.
“Why do you say that?”
He smiled. “Call it that sense we believe in.”
Hans. The thought chilled Jurak as he stared at the map. “If it is Hans, what do you think he’ll do next?” Jurak finally asked, looking back at his old friend.
Zartak walked up to the map and jabbed at it with a bony finger.
“He’ll go here. Straight for the heart. Why they did not do that in their first strike is beyond me.”
“Most likely their flying machines could not range that far and carry enough men.”
“If that is so, then by flying out of Xi’an such a move would now be possible. He will do this come first light tomorrow. What you saw at Roum, what is happening today at Xi’an. Tomorrow it will erupt there.”
Jurak felt a cold chill.
“We still have the railroad back to Nippon and from there back into the land of the Chin,” Zartak said, tracing the route out on the map. “The humans most likely don’t even know we completed that. Supplies can be shifted that way. Order every train on that line to reverse itself, to go back. There are two umens in Nippon with modern arms; send them down at once.”
Jurak worked out the mental calculations, the number of trains that were moving those two umens up to the front. “They could be back in Huan by tomorrow night.”
“Alert the commander of the city. Have him round up the human leaders. Have him make it clear that if the Yankees land and the local population does not join in the rebellion, they will all be spared. If they do join, all will die.”
Jurak was surprised by the forcefulness of his voice. He nodded in agreement.
“I’m going back there. I wanted to check with you first, but just in case I already ordered the track to be cleared and a train prepared.”
The pieces seemed to be falling into place. He looked at his desk piled high with the messages of the day, and his thoughts focused on one in particular.
“Did you know that Tamuka rode into Huan this morning?” Jurak asked.
Zartak stiffened.
“The usurper. The old Qar Qarth of the Merki?”
“Yes.”
“He is a mad beast. Why did he go there?”
“I had a report that the Merki who were following him finally rebelled and drove him out. I assumed he had been killed or taken the honorable path and fallen upon his sword.”
“You should have told me of this, my friend. Tamuka has not the courage to rid the world of his presence.”
“When I heard that he was seen this morning I assumed he was riding east, perhaps even to join the Tugars in the empty lands to the east.”
“Or to make problems for you. That is the more likely path.”
“And he has wandered straight to where the fight will be tomorrow,” Jurak replied. “Are the gods of our fate spinning a thread here?”
“I hope not. Order the commander there to seize him, kill him if need be.”
Jurak nodded. He heard a train whistle sounding from the rail yard. Seconds later there was a clatter of hooves, his escort guards coming to tell him that the track ahead was clear and it was time to leave.
“I’d best be leaving, old friend.”
“By train, it will take days.”
“Only till dawn. I’ve ordered a flyer to be waiting for me 150 leagues east of here. The train will reach there by dawn, and I’ll fly the rest of the way.”
Zartak chuckled.
“Better you than me. The only time I intend to fly is when my ancestors summon me home.”
He scratched his balding mane.
“Soon enough it will be, but not too soon. I wish to see how this all will end.”
“I want you to command here, to press an attack.”
“We’re not ready.”
“Get ready, and press it. I would prefer this morning if possible.”
Zartak shook his head.
“The ironclads we diverted to Carnagan. We’ll need those. You’ll remember they started landing this afternoon.”
Jurak sighed.
“I don’t have time now for the details. Have the messages I’ve left on my desk sent. Send instructions to Huan as we discussed and one to Carnagan that they must press the attack there tomorrow and finish it. At least we can smash that army, then we launch the attack here. Win or lose at Huan, we smash their armies before they realize what they’ve accomplished and we can still win in spite of this setback.”
Zartak formally bowed, and again the old roles were assumed.
“My Qar Qarth. The machine of steam awaits you.” It was one of his guards, waiting respectfully outside the yurt. “So you see no alternatives other than this,” Jurak asked, dropping his voice, gaze locked on Zartak. “A war of total annihilation of one or the other.”
“For the sake of an old friend of my youth, I wish I could,” Zartak whispered. “No. And I think she knew that, too. We and they are bound together in this world, and only one shall emerge triumphant.”
“Then let it be us,” Jurak said coldly.
Chapter Ten
Though numbed with exhaustion Hans still felt a fierce exultation. Grim though war was, there were indeed moments, that in spite of the tragedy, nevertheless held a soul-stirring drama to them.
During the night the Bantag had tried three assaults to break into the liberated city of Xi’an. The third assault had actually gotten over the walls until it was finally cut off by a reserve of several hundred Chin armed with revolvers hauled in by the airships. Most of them barely knew how to shoot their weapons, most of them died, but the Bantag died with them.
Standing outside the wall, he looked back at the city. It was burning out of control, a vast pillar of light, like out of some biblical story, marking a place of vengeance and liberation, the flames a holy purging that would wipe away the stain of bondage.
He felt strangely different this morning. It wasn’t just the exhaustion, or the gnawing pain in his chest. It was the fact that with his decision to press the attack the very nature of the war had changed within him and within his men. It was no longer a desperate defensive lunge to hold on to what they held. It was now truly a war of liberation, an all-or-nothing throw of the dice. He was never one for the false heroics of battle-he had always felt himself to be beyond such idiotic notions-but at that moment, as he watched the city burn, he felt a strange exultation, as if his small army was an avenging host going forth to purge this world of its sin.