Captain's Fury (Page 105)

Crassus returned it. "Well?"

"They had scouts watching the hill," Maximus said. "Canim and mounted rebels. We pursued them, but not too hard."

Crassus nodded at his brother. "The city?"

Maximus’s eyes glittered. "Saw it."

"How bad is it?"

"Three layers of earthworks," Max said. "Then what looks like a newly crafted outer wall, around the walls of the town itself. And they’re all lined with troops."

Marcus let out a low whistle.

"How many?" Crassus asked.

"Twenty thousand on the walls," Max said. "No idea how many might have been behind them."

Crassus spat. "Wonderful."

"The good news," Marcus said, "is that at least they’re doing something we anticipated, sir."

"Under the circumstances, it’s hardly comforting," Crassus said. "With that much manpower, they should have had plenty of hands to spare to build up the ruins and make us fight for them."

"Maybe they didn’t think they needed to," Maximus said. "They’ve got us outnumbered already. If we want to take them out, we’ll have to go to them, and having a defensible position to fall back on isn’t going to mean much when it’s miles away."

Marcus grunted in a neutral tone. Crassus was a young commander, but his naturally studious, pensive personality tended to negate the usual recklessness of a leader his age. If anything, perhaps too much so. Waging a military campaign truly was one of the more complicated endeavors anyone could embark upon, and the demands of organization, logistics, communications, and internal politics could often create unusual, or even outwardly ridiculous-seeming, scenarios.

Marcus was well aware of Nasaug’s skills, which had been sufficient to enable him to survive in hostile territory, cut off from any help and vastly outnumbered on the absolute scale. Only extremely competent leadership could account for such a thing-but even the most brilliant general had finite resources. It was entirely possible that Nasaug had reached the limits of his.

It was also, he admitted, entirely possible that the reason the ruins had been ceded without a fight was nowhere near so innocuous.

"Plan for what he can do," Marcus said. "Not what you think he’s going to do."

Crassus glanced at Marcus and nodded sharply. "Giving us a nice position here lets them know two things for certain-where to find us and from where we’ll approach Mastings." He scratched at the tip of his nose, frowning. "We estimate that he’ll have forty thousand troops available to defend Mastings, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Fine," Crassus said. "Let’s suppose he’s got thirty thousand waiting for us behind the walls. He could easily have ten waiting in the field, hoping to pin us between Mastings’s defenses and their field force."

Max nodded. "Which would get ugly, fast."

"But that isn’t a large enough force to take us on its own," Marcus said. "Especially not from fortifications."

"Which gives them even more reason not to let us take these without a fight."

Max stared at Crassus for a moment, then accused, "You think too much."

The young commander shrugged. "I don’t see Nasaug sitting quietly behind his walls and waiting for us, either," Crassus said. "It could be that he’s planning on hitting us here before the engineers can build the ruins up. So I want to picket the cavalry in a screen around us at five or six miles. If anyone sees anything moving out there, I want to know about it."

Max nodded and banged a fist on his chest, then went to his horse.

Before he could leave, more horses approached, and shortly the Senator, the captains of both Guard Legions, and their immediate attendants arrived.

But not, Marcus noted, the Senator’s hired singulares. There was no sign of Phrygiar Navaris or her contemporaries. Several burly legionares from the Guard were staying close to Arnos-but not his gang of hired killers.

Marcus glanced at Crassus, who seemed to have noted the same absence. The young commander frowned and tapped the tip of his thumb restlessly against the hilt of his sword.

"Captain Crassus," Arnos said.

"Senator," Crassus replied, his tone polite as he saluted. "Welcome. I hadn’t expected to see you today."

"No sense wasting time," Arnos replied.

That hadn’t stopped him from doing it before, Marcus noted, but he said nothing.

"No, sir," Crassus agreed. He went on to give Arnos the brief facts of what they had learned about Mastings. "I was just about to set pickets, sir, if you would like to-"

"Good," Arnos said, nodding. "Keep them close in. No more than a mile or two out. Otherwise, we’ll lose them to raiding forces and enemy scouts."

Crassus didn’t respond for a second. Then he said, "Sir, if I might respectfully suggest it, I think we’d be better served to push them farther out. It’s a greater risk, but if an enemy force comes at us, they’ll have more time to warn us before they arrive."

"Thank you for your suggestion, Captain," Arnos said in a level tone. "But the enemy hasn’t seen fit to come at us openly ever since our last encounter with them. That’s why they gave us the ruins today: They know they’ll be beaten in the open field and wanted to preserve morale for the defense of Mastings. If there is a force moving around out there, I doubt it’s very large. The Canim are protecting their ships. They won’t spare a significant number of troops for side adventures."

"That sounds logical, sir," Crassus replied, nodding. "But it won’t hurt us to have our screen out a little farther."

"It’s a long walk to Kalare, young Antillus," Arnos said, his eyes hard, but with something jovial in his tone. "We’ll need our riders when we face the real threat in the south. Let’s not waste them here, hmmm?"

Crassus’s expression became totally neutral. He gave the Senator a sharp nod and another salute. "Yes, sir." Then he turned to Maximus, and said, "Pickets to be set at two miles. Don’t make me say it twice."

Maximus saluted once and departed.

Marcus stood nearby while Arnos went over the order of. battle with his captains, and while Crassus demonstrated the fruits of a lifetime of preparation to succeed his father’s title. Though he could have made several suggestions, the young man kept his mouth shut until Nalus inevitably brought up some of the same points. Crassus would immediately caution Arnos against the sensible course of action, and Arnos would just as immediately overrule him. By the end of an hour-long conference, they had a plan for assaulting the city that at least stood a crow’s chance of success.