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Minnie had come over to investigate the excitement. “Unca Mobie is good,” she told me appeal-ingly. “Uncanul, say ‘Ja visst, det gar bra.’ Please, Uncanul.”

“Sure, good idea,” I said, and halted the column. Now I was gnawing on the tough chewy fruit―or whatever it was. I gave the rest to Minnie. She snapped it up and made gleeful sounds like any happy ten-year-old. Smovia went back to the lady with the basket, used sign language and a few words of Ylokk to get her to sit down on a handy brick wall. He turned back her mantle to expose her densely-pelted forearm and rummaged in his little black bag of tricks. She watched spellbound, but made no complaint when he took out the hypospray, put it to her wrist, and blasted a dose of vaccine into her flesh. He called Lst over.

“Tell her to go home at once, and lie down,” he instructed the puzzled officer. “She’s to eat nothing. I’ll try to see her tomorrow.”

Lst was backing away from her, but he passed on Doc’s directions.

“We can’t come close to her,” Lst told Doc. “She has the Killing. I can smell it. She’s dying.”

“Maybe not,” Smovia told him. “See that she does as I said. Follow her, find out where she lives.” He was all packed up and ready to proceed.

Chapter 21

We made it to the barracks without any further adventures; it was a long, narrow bunkhouse with a strong ratty smell. Lst went in, preceeded by Sergeant Dvd. There were a few local troops in the building; they left by the back door at a run. The major came back out, looking pleased.

“No problem, Colonel,” he said. “And I think I can recruit most of these fellows, if you’ll excuse me.” Without waiting for my approval, he yelled for Dvd and sent him after the dispossessed soldiers. We settled in, after throwing out the ratty-smelling bedding. The bunks were too narrow, but we were tired.

I stood the first watch and was relieved by Helm after an interminable two hours. Nobody bothered us. Then I slept like the dead. I awoke when Sergeant Dvd came back with another non-com in tow and the ousted troops straggling behind, reported that the cadre, twenty-five recruits, trained as well as the Ylokk knew how to train a soldier (at least they knew how to come to attention and fall in and do close-order drill), were all in favor of a return to the Old Ways. There was a lot of talk as each one explained to the others how he’d been forced to cooperate with the Two-Law intruders. They were curious about us humongs, who they couldn’t really believe weren’t dumb animals until I got fed up and chewed them out in my broken Ylokk. Then they got busy and briefed our original contingent, most of whom they knew, on late developments.

By dusk, we had a good, tight organization, apparently eager to go. The Two-Law cadre were holed up in what had been the town’s best inn. They would be our first target.

“Colonel,” Helm addressed me, worriedly, “I thought the Two-Laws were going to attack us. Major Lst said―”

Just then the nearest window exploded inward and a paper-wrapped brick thudlded on the barracks floor beside us. Helm unwrapped it and showed the wrapping to the major.

Lst glanced at the close-packed writing and threw it aside. “The fools! That’s a standard ‘Reward For Escaped Slaves’ notice, with some bloodcurdling threats scribbled at the bottom. I’m mentioned by name: it seems I’m an enemy of the Folk, a traitor, a thief, a liar, and so on!” I could hear his teeth gnashing.

“We’d best prepare, Colonel,” he said tautly. “The scum will assault the barracks.”

“Will they wait until dark?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “This kind don’t like night operations,” he dismissed them. “I propose, Colonel,” he went on, diffidently, “that I organize my troops in defensive posture, and that we await their assault. It would be foolish to sally forth and expose ourselves needlessly.”

I agreed with him, and he got busy lining up the crowd of Ylokk troops from the three different units, getting them in ranks and counting off. He set them to work piling up bunks across the middle of the barracks as defensive breastworks. They were too low for humans; I pointed that out and they stacked them a little higher. I was wondering what kind of assault he was expecting from a force without projectile weapons.

“They have a supply of captured firearms,” he confided. “These fellows are all veterans of the, ah…”

“Slave-raids,” I supplied. About then the artillery preparation began, only it consisted of massed small-arms fire instead of fifty-millimeter rifles. We all hit the deck as the side walls exploded inward in a hail of wood-and-glass chips.

That phase only lasted for a few seconds; then Andy stuck his head up, and I yelled at him, but he called, “They’re moving up, sir! I can get one―” and fired. Smovia and I joined in, as well as a few of our native levies who had pistols. I had to call them off and remind them to fire only at easy targets to save ammo, of which we had little. This was a strange idea to the Ylokk, who were used to their no-reload energy weapons.

I saw a rat-snout poke up above the ruined end-wall a few feet from me, a bold Two-Law trying to sneak around right-end. Andy and I fired at the same moment, and the head disappeared in a splatter of brains and other debris. Then another appeared and was also blasted instantly. By then, all our guns were firing; apparently the Two-Laws assumed their initial volley had killed everything inside, and were moving in quite casually to mop up.

Instead, we moved out, our pistols picking them off in windrows, while the local boys moved out past us and went to work with their clubs. They grabbed the handguns the enemy had dropped and joined in the turkey shoot. In five minutes, the Two-Laws were gone, either dead, fled, or in the case of two sergeants and a captain, surrendered. All three of them were talking at once, proclaiming their loyalty to the Jade Palace, and claiming they were forced to serve the Two-Law.

“I don’t doubt their sincerity,” Lst told me, “now that they see the Two-Laws are losers.”

We had so many troops now, the situation was getting unwieldly. I told Lst to divide them up into four squads, platoons, companies, or whatever size unit fit best; then I told Gus and Ben to take command of two of them, and Andy and I took the other two. I asked Marie to take care of Minnie. Both of them complained at not being included in the assault force, pointing out that they’d done their part in the fighting so far.

I explained to them that we were going on the offensive now, and that from now on things wouldn’t be so easy. Meanwhile, the enemy attack had petered out completely.

My plan was to launch two companies in a direct frontal assault on the warehouse where most of the fire was coming from; meanwhile the other two groups would go out the back, swing wide left and right, and come back and hit the warehouse from both sides at once. Andy pointed out that it wasn’t much of a plan, but he admitted he had nothing better to offer.

Smovia was busy giving quick physicals to all our troops, who lined up docilely and submitted to his poking and thumping. He found two in the early stages of the Killing, and quarantined them in one end of the long barracks, after inoculating them.

When I couldn’t stall any longer, I had my company fall in, and we went out in a single file, which was all the narrow door allowed; then we did a column-right, halted, and left-faced.

There were a few unaimed shots from the warehouse. We ignored that, and started off double-time, holding our fire until we had targets, visible through the open doors, skulking outside their refuge. The fire picked up a little, but not much. The Two-Law levies seemed to have lost what little enthusiasm they’d had.