Part 22 (2/2)
”You'd stand out like a haystack in a cornfield.” Rod shook his head. ”Pleasant fellow, isn't he, this Alfar? Ef- ficient, though. Nasty, but efficient.”
”Nay; he's most plainly evil,” the sergeant growled.
”Yeah, but you don't fight evil by standing out in front of a full army and declaring war on them. At least, not when you're only a handful.”
Simon gave the sergeant a sad nod. ” 'Tis even so, Aun- cient. Thou and thy men were best to fare on southward.”
The sergeant's jaw tightened; he shook his head. ”I will not choose to go-nor, I think, will even one of my men.”
”Well, if you're bound and determined,” Rod sighed, ”let's make your lives as expensive as possible. Even just a handful of men can do an amazing amount of damage.”
”Indeed?” The sergeant turned to him eagerly. ”How dost thou mean?”
”You could be guerillas,” Rod explained. ”The word means 'little war,' and that's just what you do-make little wars within a big war. Most of the time, you see, you'd be riding along like good little Alfarites-but whenever there's a chance, you can turn into raiders.”
The sergeant clamped his lips, turning away in exasper- ation. ”What use are bandits, 'gainst an army?”
”A lot, if you choose the right targets. For example, if you break into the armoury and steal all the crossbow bolts, or even break all the arrows...”
The sergeant lifted his head, eyes lighting. ”Aye-that would hamper an army's fighting, would it not?”
”Some,” Rod agreed, ”though there are still spears, pikes, and swords. At this level of technology, commandoes have a tougher time hurting the main army. Actually, I was think- 752 Christopher Stasheff 153 ing of you getting into the kitchens and pouring a few bucketfuls of salt on the food.”
Slowly, the sergeant grinned.
”It'll work even better if you can link up with the other groups who've had their spells broken,” Rod added.
The sergeant stared. ”There be others?”
”There will be.” Simon's eye glittered.
Rod glanced at him, and tried to suppress a smile. He turned back to the sergeant. ”Yes, uh, a Southern witch, yesterday-she broke the spell on another squad, like yours, and they opted to go back North, too.”
”Allies!” the sergeant cried, then frowned in doubt. ”But how shall we know them? We cannot ask every soldier in the sorcerer's army, 'Art thou of the band whose spell is broke?'”
”Scarcely,” Rod agreed. ”But any bands Simon frees from now on, he can give secret names-ones you can say aloud for everyone to hear, but that only the ones whose spells are broken will recognize. For example, from now on, you'll be, um... Balthazar.” He turned to Simon. ”And you can name the auncients of the next two groups you free, 'Melchior' and 'Casper.'”
”What use is this?” the sergeant demanded.
”Well, if another soldier comes up to you, and says he has a message from Auncient Melchior, you can exchange information, because you'll know he's a part of the freedom movement. But you shouldn't get together, mind you. The bigger your force, the easier you'll be to find.”
”Then what use this sending of messages?”
”So you can all agree to hit the same target at the same time. For example, you might want to make a big enough raid to actually take over a castle, or something. And, of course, when King Tuan's army marches North, you can all meet just behind the sorcerer's army, and hit them from the back while he hits 'em from the front.”
”Doth he come, then?” The sergeant fairly pounced on the idea.
”Oh, he'll come,” Rod said, with more certainty than he felt. ”A message went South, yesterday.”
Simon and the sergeant both stared at him.
With a sinking heart. Rod realized he'd made a bad slip.
”I couldn't help overhearing,” he added, lamely.
”Certes, thou couldst not,” Simon murmured. ”Yet I be- think me thou'rt not the humble yeoman farmer that thou dost seem.”
”Aye,” the sergeant agreed. ”Thou'rt a man of arms, by thy knowledge. What rank hast thou? What is thy station?”
”Proxima Centauri Terminal,” Rod answered. ”And as to my rank, just take my word for it-I've got enough to know what I'm talking about. And as to the name, call me, uh-'Kem.'”
Instantly, he knew it was a bad choice. If people call you Kern, said his id, from its mora.s.s of superst.i.tious fear, you'll lose track of who you are. You'll start thinking you are Kern, and you'll be absorbed into him.
Ridiculous, his ego responded. Kern's will can't reach across universes. The name's just a word, not a threat to your ident.i.ty.
His superego surveyed the two, came to its own conclu- sions, and declared it a draw.
Rod swallowed, firmed his jaw, and stuck to his story.
”Kem,” he said again. ”That's all you need to know. Just take it and go with it as far as you can, Auncient.”
”Indeed I will. Yet why ought I not to know who it is who doth command me?”
”Not command,” Rod pointed out. ”I'm just giving you advice. It was your idea to go back North, not mine. If you want a command, I'll tell you to go South.”
”Nay,” the sergeant said quickly. ”Yet I thank thee for thy good, um, 'advice.'”
”My pleasure, I'm sure. And, of course, if the worst should happen, and they should capture you...”
”I will not betray thee,” the sergeant said firmly. ”Let them bring hot irons; let them bring their thumbscrews. I shall breathe no word.”
”You won't have to. All they'll have to do is read your mind. You may be able to keep from saying it aloud, but you can't keep from thinking about it.”
The sergeant looked doubtful.
Rod nodded. ”So the whole idea is to not know anything more than is absolutely necessary. But-just in case we should be able to get something moving, mind you...”
154 ”Aye!”
”If someone should come to you, and say that Kem says to attack a given place at a given time, you'll know what to do.”
The soldier lifted his head, with a slow grin. ”Aye. I shall indeed now. And I swear to thee, I will execute what thou dost command.”
”Good man.” Rod slapped him on the shoulder. ”Now- let's get to waking up your men.” He turned to Simon. ”If you would, Master Simon? The sooner we can split up and hit the road, the better.”
Simon nodded, with a smile, and turned away to the fallen troopers.
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