A stoop shouldered German advanced cautiously. At a distance of about six paces he got to one knee and answered, "I am, master."
Matheson swung his pistol in a broad arc, taking in the entire populace of the town. "Your people are needed for emergency work. Get them aboard. Now. On your head if so much as a single wretched soul escapes."
"But our crops—" the headman began to protest, pointing to where the airship had crushed the shoots in the fields.
"You will be compensated; that, or receive a tax remittance. Now cease your whining and get loaded. Bring your children. You will be gone too long for them to care for themselves. Food will be provided."
"Was that really necessary?" Lee asked, while awaiting word from Shanghai that the two hunting jets were gone.
Matheson shrugged. "If we'd tried to hold them there, some one of them might have doubted our official status and gone running to report. As is, they're convinced of it...even if some of them are still hiding in the village, they think they're hiding
"Unfortunately, now we're stuck with them," Lee finished.
"Will that affect the flight?"
Lee shrugged Ling's shoulders. "Seven tons of emaciated Christians? I think
"To risk
Lee/Ling stiffened. "Shanghai says the fighters are turning for home. Communications intercepts say they took off with the fuel in the tanks . . . and nobody had bothered to make sure the tanks were full when they parked them. How did these people ever get control of a continent?"
"Someone without the will to keep it gave it to them."
Castle Noisvastei, Province of Baya, 24 Muharram,
1538 AH (4 November, 2113)
Latif went first to his office, just off of the entrance from where outside stairs rose above the mosqued courtyard, and entered the castle. The former gate guard of Honsvang followed as the brothel keeper waddled as fast as he could.
"There is a loudspeaker system," Latif told the janissary. "We haven't used it in years but—"
"—if the Almighty sees fit," Latif continued, "we can summon your comrades in a quarter of the time . . . a
Alas, it was not to be. Latif waddled briskly down the interior hallway, pushed open his office door, and sat down at the dusty desk holding the controls for the public address system. Pushing away some cobwebs he flicked a switch to power up the system.
And was rewarded with some crackling, and a fair bit of smoke pouring from the control box.
"Get your slaves to start knocking down doors," the janissary commanded. "And what do you have in this place for
That question spurred a thought. "Forget the slaves, except for those you send for arms," the janissary said. "I have a quicker way."
With that, the janissary left the office, trotted down the corridor to a spot near the center of the castle, took his rifle in hand and began firing the rifle methodically into the high ceiling. Janissaries began pouring out of rooms even as smashed plaster and bits of masonry poured down from above.
Castle Honsvang, Province of Baya, 24 Muharram,
1538 AH (4 November, 2113)
It hadn't taken much to get the captive renegades to give him the combination to open the vault containing the virus. Hamilton had simply asked, "Now which of you does not want me to shoot him in the balls?" and they'd fallen over each other in their haste to volunteer.
The three renegades now sat, taped to chairs and facing away from each other. Their mouths were likewise taped. Hamilton and Hans had removed their shoes just before taping their legs to the chairs. For the nonce, Hans was occupied in the control room, watching the perimeter through the one closed-circuit television screen that was still useable, while keeping one hand poised near the switch to detonate diverse of the mines, if necessary. The slave boy liberated by Hamilton sat quietly nearby.
Not far away, in the lab, Hamilton spoke to the renegades while circling them slowly, not appreciably different from the way a shark might.
"I was taught this by Imperial Intelligence at Langley," Hamilton announced. "They called it 'musical chairs.' You'll see why in a moment.
