Frays In The Weave 78 Clash: 1

Trindai smiled when he read the message on the farwriter. The brigade apparently had no problems patrolling Verd.

He'd force marched two companies of infantry until they nearly dropped, but it had proven worth it. Now Krante was garrisoned, even if with soldiers tired beyond belief, and he had gutted her of all but a single platoon of cavalry. Together with the bulk of the Imperial Guard the council had ceded to his command he now had close to three full regiments of cavalry and dragoons.

It would be enough to handle any skirmishers they would encounter, but he was well aware he lacked the strength to both take the enemy's northernmost army and push south to join General de Markand. Wherever that elusive man had gone with his army, but that was another question and one Trindai had no way of answering before he had more information on what happened in the southern client states.

The young count of Mintosa was overly eager to take the fight to the enemy at all costs though. He never spared a moment to egg officers and soldiers on, and Trindai thought of restraining him forcefully more than once. In the end he didn't. Trindai remembered what it was to be young and angry. And besides they could use a client count to their benefit. Keen needed allies now.

Trindai didn't much care for that need. Client states never trained armies. They weren't allowed to. Keen made certain they adhered to that law, but client states sent most of the men wanting to join the Free Inquisition, and one result of the religious frenzy spreading like wildfire this spring was the inevitable counter reaction. Men eager to stand against evil sought entry into the yellow and green, much to Trindai's dismay, and, he suspected, in an equal degree to Minister de Levius' glee.

Hepaten was as much a fanatic as anyone he sent his goons to hunt down. Magehunting needed to be, and Trindai could see why. That didn't mean he had to like it. And he didn't. The Free Inquisition were a bunch of undisciplined thugs no matter how soldier like they looked in their official uniforms.

Even the Holy Inquisition scoffed at them, and they were the most fanatic of them all. Fathers, brothers and sons alike. Steady farmers or craftsmen who took the sabre and crossbow together with the wow to fight magic in any form it took. Never warlike until the moment they sniffed out their prey. Trindai feared that mild mannered fanaticism a lot more than the bullying att.i.tude of those in the yellow and green.

Which made the vanguard his main concern. Olvar de Saiden had ordered him to take command of more than a hundred of Keen's finest, and the reason Minister de Levius had so readily agreed was something Trindai preferred not to linger on longer than absolutely necessary. That Count Mintosa never as much as blanched didn't make things any better.

Worries or not. The sunny day, almost but not really stifling hot saw them crossing the Avarin river in good order. Not that they needed, but Trindai had thought it would be good training voiding the use of the bridge. The latest arrivals in his army didn't. The outworlder wagons couldn't handle the steep river banks, and he didn't want to risk the precious medical equipment they carried.

To be truthful he was as happy as surprised that the sky kingdom had agreed to bolster his baggage train with ten doctors, as many nurses and four hovercrafts with drivers attached.

He was even more surprised to learn that the Terran Federation had ceded all lands around and including the sky port to Keen. They still manned it, under the supervision of New Sweden and the Republic of Mars, even though the latter hardly had sufficient men here to do any real supervising.

That also brought back the most horrible of all news they had received. Of the refugees around the sky port only a handful were alive. First they though the mad general there was to blame, but he wasn't. Not directly anyway. Trindai didn't understand it fully, but somehow the outworlders had come up with a way to cure diseases before they could break out. The army landing had received no such cure, and by now doctors from New Sweden were driving frantically all around Keen in their hovercraft setting up small hospitals to prevent the plague from spreading.

A sudden sound brought him out of his thoughts. A wagon overturned in the river and men swore as they brought the horses under control while trying to save the contents of the wagon. They barely managed. Trindai swore some on his part as well. He didn't like the prospect of losing supplies, but he liked the possibility of them losing it all during a hasty retreat even less. So he let the crossing go on and tried to pretend he didn't hear the angry words shouted at the men he'd placed on the bridge to prevent anyone from taking the easy way across the river.