Authors: David Weber,John Ringo
“If they all come at once?” the Gastan asked. “Desperate in their fear of the rising waters?”
“You’ll have to be prepared to offer them a truce, you realize,” Roger said. This, too, was something he and the Gastan—and O’Casey—had discussed, and so he was prepared to look around mildly as the bellows of protest arose. One serendipitous advantage of having the conference in the bath chamber was that the chieftains were unarmed. Of course, it still looked as if they were willing to tear him limb from limb with their bare hands.
“No quarter for the Burners of the Shin!” “Death to the Krath!” “Blood!
Blood!
”
“What?” Roger shouted back, waving his hands at them. O’Casey had helped the Gastan set this part up, and the prince could see her trying not to smile.
“You can’t kill them all!” he continued. “I don’t mean ‘you shall not’; I mean you
can
not! You’d have to cut throats until your arms fell off! And that assumes they lined up to have them cut! No, you’re going to have to
feed
them, instead, which means bringing in food from the upper Krath and across the Shesul Pass, so the first thing to do is put them to work repairing that road. You
do
realize that you’re going to be disarming them all, right? And that all their weapons and armor are going to be spoils?”
He looked around at the suddenly silent chieftains and saw the credit signs dancing in their eyes.
“Yep. For that matter, you can probably squeeze the Krath for tribute. This is Kirsti’s primary field army. If they don’t have it, the next satrap up the line can take all the territory he wants—they’re probably holding him back by an agreement to refrain while they crush you. If you crush them, instead, they’re going to be between a rock and a hard place. Tributes galore. Control of Queicuf again, control of all the trade routes, tribute—hell, an end to the slave raids and sacrifices. ‘When you have them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow.’”
“You make it sound so easy,” one of the chieftains complained.
“Ah, well, that’s my job,” Roger said with a grin. They laughed again, but then he allowed his grin to fade. “Easy? No. They’ll probably hit Nopet Nujam hard. They might hit Nopet Vusof. But they won’t have much time to do anything, unless someone goes tattling from this meeting. If we use cratering charges—and that sounds like the best plan—we can drop the mountainside the day after we reach the heights. Two hours after it goes down, the water will be up to their tents.”
“We must be ready to face a heavy attack, though,” the Gastan said. “We will need every warrior ready, either on the walls or resting for their time. With the aid of our human allies, we may yet win the day—win it fully, and for all time. But there is hard battle ahead of us still, and we must steel ourselves for it. The Shin! Death to the Krath!”
“DEATH TO THE KRATH!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Roger sank into the water and sighed as the chieftains filed out.
“That went well,” he said, hooking an arm around Despreaux.
“Perhaps,” the Gastan said. “Perhaps.”
“What’s wrong?” Roger asked. “I think the plan will work. Things will go wrong, but we should be able to implement the basics, no matter what.”
“My father fears for our people,” Pedi said. She and Cord had remained silent throughout the meeting, but they’d been a presence nonetheless—the adviser to the prince and the Light of Mudh Hemh, who was now his
benan
. There was something else going on there, as well, but Roger was unsure what it was.
“We’ll take fierce casualties in the final attack, if it comes,” the Gastan said finally. “The deaths of warriors. That is what concerns me, because it is only through warriors that the people can continue, that . . . new life comes into the world.”
He glanced over at his daughter, then away.
“I’m missing something here,” Roger said.
“I think I’ve got it,” Dr. Dobrescu said. “It’s like the Kranolta, Your Highness. Gaston, pardon me if I’m blunt. What you’re afraid of is that whereas females, like Pedi, can carry many children, it’s only through the warriors—the males—that children can be made. Is that correct?”
The Gastan sighed and gestured.
“Yes. When a male lies with a female, only a few pups are produced. But if two males lie with the female, more are produced. A female can carry . . . oh, maybe six or eight, with difficulty. But a male can never . . . give more than three or four. So if the males fall in battle, from whence comes the next generation?”
“You have to remember, Your Highness,” Dobrescu said, after carefully deactivating his toot’s translator program, “that Mardukan ‘males’ are technically females.”
“And they implant eggs rather than injecting sperm,” Roger said, also in Imperial. “Got it. And since they only come into season twice a year . . .”
“We have lost more warriors than females to the raids,” the Gastan said, “and we already feel the effects of this long war. If we lose as many as half of our warriors—and in a great attack, that is possible—we may be doomed even if your plan succeeds. The Krath will just
outbreed
us.”
“Co-opt them,” Eleanora suggested. “Let them ‘immigrate.’ The Krath are overcrowded. Let them trickle up into the mountains. Have them rebuild Uthomof.”
“Perhaps,” the Gastan said with an edge of doubt. “It’s been suggested before. There are outer villages that have been so stripped by the raiders that they’re empty. We don’t want the Krath Fire Priests, though.”
“Priests can be . . . adjusted,” Fain said. “You may be faced in the near future with more prisoners than you have population. Before they leave, ask the best of them if they want to move up here. Make them Shin, not Krath. If they keep their religion, make sure it renounces sacrifice. You should make that a condition of the peace treaty, anyway.”
“I’m still confused about that,” Kosutic said. “According to Harvard, it’s a recent innovation, and it doesn’t fit his data on their religion at all. I’m guessing that it’s human cultural contamination, but from where and why is the question.”
“It started in the time of my father’s father,” the Gastan told her. “Initially, it was solely among the Krath, but in my father’s time, they started raiding us for Servants of the Fire. Part of that may have been because the warriors of Uthomof had raided all the way to the outskirts of Kirsti. The first of the Shin Servants were taken in punitive raids, but it has grown steadily ever since.”
“It was among the Krath, at first?” Kosutic asked. “They didn’t start by raiding you?”
“No, not at first. Later . . . it’s more from us than from them, now.”
“Eleanora?” The sergeant major looked at O’Casey. “Human sacrifice and cannibalism?”
“In civilizations? As opposed to, say, tribal headhunters?”
“Yeah,” the Armaghan said, slipping deeper into the water. “Aztecs. Kali . . .”
“Baal, if you count ritual infanticide,” the chief of staff said with a quizzical expression.
“Baal!” Kosutic sat upright and slapped her forehead. “How could I forget Baal? I bet that’s it!”
“What’s ‘it’?” Roger demanded.
“Where to start?” sergeant major asked.
“Start at the beginning . . .” Pahner suggested with a slight smile.
“Gee, thanks a lot, Sir!”
The priestess settled back in the water once more, frowning thoughtfully.
“Okay,” she said finally. “The worship of Baal is
old
. Baal is an only slightly ‘mixed’ god; he’s mostly a cattle god, and he only added a human form later. The Minotaur is probably related to his worship, and there are some very significant pre-Baal religious motifs in pre-Egyptian culture.
“One of the major aspects of the worship of Baal is ritual infanticide. Children, infants younger than eight weeks, are wrapped in swaddling clothes and put in fires that burn within a huge figure, usually that of a bull but sometimes of a minotaur-looking human. These are frequently children of high-caste couples.
“Prior to the development of civilization in the Turanian and Terrane regions, the area was a hunter-gatherer paradise. But a tectonic shift—a change in Terra’s axial inclination, actually—in about 6000 b.c.e., caused a severe climate change. The Sahara was created, which was a desert where the Libyan Plains are now. Civilization developed rapidly in response, as the hunter-gatherers were forced to change their lifestyles to adjust to the climate changes.
“Now, the first evidence of the cult of Baal arose practically in tandem with civilization. Aspects of it were found in very early Egyptian society, although the sacrificial aspects are ambiguous. But it was definitely found in the proto-Phoenician cattle herders and fishermen in the Levant. The Phoenicians, of course, carried it far and wide, and it might have influenced the shift from Tolmec self-sacrifice to Aztec human sacrifice. Certainly they were in contact with the Tolmecs, as well as the proto-Incans and the Maya; the Phoenician logs that were, ahem, ‘recovered’ from Professor Van Dorn in 2805 proved that conclusively.”
“One of the classics of ideological bias,” O’Casey said with a laugh. “ ‘Analyzing them for authenticity’ indeed! If his research assistant hadn’t called the authorities, he would’ve destroyed
all
the tablets.”
“Exactly,” the sergeant major agreed. “But at least it finally ended the two hundred-year reign of the Land-Bridge Fanatics in anthropology. Now, the rationale for infanticide is still occasionally debated. Infanticide is practiced by every society, and it’s often supported more by women than by men . . .”
“Excuse me, Sergeant Major,” Despreaux said with a frown. “
Every
society? I don’t think so!”
“Ever heard of abortion, girl?” the Armaghan snapped back. “What in hell do you think
that
is? I’m not arguing for or against infanticide, but it’s the same thing. The point being that there’s a widespread human drive towards it. But that doesn’t explain the ritualization, which is only found in certain cultures, and most notably in the cult of Baal. In 2384, Dr. Elmkhan, at the University of Teheran completed the definitive study of the rise of Baalism. He analyzed results from over four thousand digs throughout Terrane and Turania and came to the conclusion, which to this day is hotly debated, that it was a direct response to population problems in the immediate aftermath of the climatic change.”
“Ah, bingo,” Roger said. “The Krath population problem!”
“The Krath population problem” Kosutic agreed. “My guess is that it
was
cultural contamination—and not accidentally, either. There was a satirical piece by an early industrial writer about the Irish. . . . What was his name? Fast? Quick?”
“Swift?” Pahner asked. “ ‘An Elegant Solution’ or something like that. ‘Let them eat their young.’”
“Yes,” O’Casey agreed. “But what Swift didn’t realize was that there were societies where, for all practical purposes, that was what
happened
. In fact, one of the major factors influencing the rise of Christianity in Roman culture was its proscription against infanticide. There
is
a drive towards it, but it is
not
widely supported. Roman matrons, given the choice of saying ‘My God forbids it’ jumped on board by the thousands. It was that proscription, along with the acceptance of the Rituals of Mithras as the standard Mass, that
created
the Catholic church.”
“The Rituals of
what
?” Despreaux asked plaintively. “You’re going too fast.”
“I’m just sort of sitting here with my jaw on the table,” Roger told her with a snort. “I’m not even trying to understand half of it.”
“The Rituals of Mithras,” Fain put in, lifting up so that more than just his ears and horns were out of the steaming water. “One of the conversations the Priestess and I had. As a political ploy to gain the support of the Roman Army, the early Christians took the entire series of rituals from a religion called the Mithraists and turned it into their Mass.”
“If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, the early Christian church was very impressed with the Mithraists,” Kosutic said sourly. “But at that point the Christians had two of the major political forces in Rome on their side: the Army, which switched to Christianity in droves as soon as they saw that it was just Mithras in another guise; and the matrons who no longer had to throttle their excess children. The rest is known history—the Emperor converted, and it was all over but the shouting. And let me tell you, that was ferociously argued—and occasionally warred over—for nearly two thousand years
after
it could be debated in public. But in the end, the preponderance of evidence pointed to that being the pattern, rather than his mother telling him he had to do it.
“On the other hand,” she noted, “it has little or nothing to do with the Krath, other than as an example of the intersection of religion and politics.”
“Can I ask one thing that’s bothering me?” Roger said.
“Ask away, Your Highness,” the sergeant major replied.
“You used the
present
tense a
lot
when discussing the cult of Baal and its sacrifices,” Roger said carefully. “And I recall you saying something about ‘the Brotherhood of Baal’ among the Armaghans . . .”
“The Brotherhood does not practice human sacrifice,” Kosutic said, then waggled her hands. “As far as I know. Although they do have the occasional death under the ‘enhancement’ rituals, which might count. They certainly do
not
practice ritual infanticide. The Church of Ryback, on the other hand, has a variety of Baalian influences.”
“The Saints,” Pahner said. “I wondered when you’d get to the point.”
“The Saints,” the sergeant major said with a nod. “There are various . . . word choices and phrases in the Church of Ryback that indicate to comparative theologians that it was influenced by the New Cult of Baal, which was formed—and died—during the Dagger Years. Also, the Rybackians have various sub-cults, which are, ahem, more ‘fundamental’ than others.”
“I notice that you say ‘ahem’ when you’re trying not to say something,” Roger observed. “What was
that
‘ahem’?”
Kosutic sighed and shook her head.
“There are . . . rumors that are generally discounted about some of the sub-cults of Ryback eating their young. Personally, I don’t put much faith in them. You hear that sort of thing about all sorts of hated sub-groups. But . . . I also wouldn’t put it past them, either. Anyway, you can imagine
their
reaction to the overcrowding of the Krath. Never prove it, though.”
“And we could be wrong,” O’Casey pointed out. “There’s the whole influence of the spaceport, the original survey team, the previous group of archeologists . . . It could have been any of them, or spontaneous serial development, for that matter.”
“Oooo, like pyramids?” Kosutic asked with one eyebrow arched.
“Well . . .” O’Casey blushed faintly and actually wiggled in the water. “In this case, it’s at least possible. I know that archeologists still have a bad reputation from that, but in this case it’s
possible
. Cannibalism is endemic in every culture except the Phaenurs.”
“Who don’t even have
wars,
” Despreaux whispered to Julian.
“Oh, they have them,” the intelligence sergeant replied. “They just don’t get noticed.”
“They’re empaths,” she protested quietly. “How could
empaths
have a war?”
“You’ve obviously never had a Jewish mother-in-law,” Julian told her under his breath.
“Sergeant Major, you’re clearly having fun,” Pahner interjected. “But I’m not sure that knowing where the Krath got the idea for sacrifices gets us. I think we need to concentrate on the tactics for a little bit, here.”
“I think that’s straightforward,” Roger said. “We’ll write a message to Jin. The Gastan sends it via his runners. When we get the explosives, Nimashet builds the shaped charges, we blow the mountain, and then we call for the Krath’s surrender.”
“And in the meantime, Your Highness?”
“Well, in about five or six days, we start assembling teams and training,” Roger said. “And until then, I intend to drink some wine and sit in a hot tub with my girlfriend. I suggest you do the same. Well, except the girlfriend part. You can abstain from that.”
“Thanks so very much, Your Highness,” Pahner said.
“No problem,” the prince replied. He held out a flask and cup. “Wine?”
Temu Jin looked at the message, then at the messenger.
“Do you know what they’re going to do with it?” he asked.
“I don’t even know what ‘it’ is, human,” the Shin runner replied curtly. The runner appeared to be almost a different species from the Gastan. He was as tall as any Mardukan Jin had ever dealt with, and had weirdly long fingers and shortened horns. Combined with the four arms and widely spaced eyes, it made him look like a mucous-covered insect. “All I know is that there are four more of us waiting. And we are to take packages from you. We wait until the packages are prepared.”
“Come on, then,” Jin said, with a gesture.