Falkenberg’s Legion

by Jerry Pournelle

  He didn't really want an explanation, of course, and for that matter he probably already knew. There wasn't much about the battalion that he didn't know. It made a smooth change of subject, but I wasn't having any. I told him, off the record, what the charges would have been if I'd officially heard what the men had done. "Centurion Ardwain preferred not to report it," I said. "Captain, I still cannot understand how you can be so calm when you know that not two hundred kilometers from here - "

  "Mr. Slater, I remain calm because at the moment there is very little I can do. What do you want? That we lead the 501st in a mutiny? If it is any comfort to you, I do not think the situation will last. It is my belief that Governor Swale is living in a fool's paradise. You cannot deal with criminal gangs on any permanent basis, and I believe the situation will explode. Until it does, there is not one damned thing we can do, and I prefer not to be reminded of my helplessness."

  "But, sir - "

  "But nothing, Mr. Slater. Shut up and soldier."

  Falkenberg had guessed right. Although we didn't know it, about the time we had that conversation the Protective Association had decided to raise the price of grain. Two weeks later they hiked the price again and held up the shipments to show the Governor they meant it.

  It wasn't long after that the Governor paid another visit to Fort Beersheba.

  Deane Knowles found me in the club. "His Excellency has arrived," he said. "He's really come with full kit this time. He's brought Colonel Harrington and a whole company of militia."

  "What the devil are they for?" I asked.

  "Search me."

  "I thought you knew everything, well, well. I suppose we will know soon enough. There's Officers' Call."

  The Governor, Colonel Harrington, and Falkenberg were all in the staff conference room. There was also a colonel of militia. He didn't look very soldierly. His uniform was baggy, and he had a bulge around his middle. The Governor introduced him as Colonel Trevor.

  "I'll come right to the point, gentlemen," Swale said. "Due to certain developments in the southern areas, I am no longer confident that food supply for the cities of Harmony and Garrison is assured. The local government down there has not negotiated in good faith. It's time to put some pressure on them."

  "In other words," Colonel Harrington said, "he wants to send the Marines down to bash heads so the Harmony merchants won't have to pay so much."

  "Colonel, that remark was not called for," Governor Swale said.

  "Certainly it was." There was no humor in Harrington's voice. "If we can send my lads down to get themselves killed, we can tell them why they're going. It's hardly a new mission for the Line Marines."

  "Your orders are to hold the cities," Swale said. "That cannot be done without adequate food supplies. I think that justifies using your troops for this campaign."

  "Sure it does," Harrington said. "And after the CD pulls both of us out of here, what happens? Doesn't that worry you a bit, Colonel Trevor?"

  "The CoDominium won't abandon Arrarat." Trevor sounded very positive.

  "You're betting a lot on that," Colonel Harrington told him.

  "If you two are quite through," Swale said. "Captain, how soon can your battalion be ready to march?"

  Falkenberg looked to Colonel Harrington. "Are we to hold the Jordan area, as well, sir?"

  "You won't need much here," Harrington said. "The militia can take over now."

  "And what precisely are we to accomplish in the southern farm area?" Falkenberg asked.

  "I just told you," Swale said. "Go down and put some pressure on the Protective Association so they'll see reason."

  "And how am I to do that?"

  "For heaven's sake, Falkenberg, it's a punitive expedition. Go hurt them until they're ready to give in."

  "Burn farms and towns. Shoot livestock. Destroy transport systems. That sort of thing?"

  "Well ... I'd rather you didn't do it that way." "Then, Governor, exactly what am I to do?" Falkenberg demanded. "I remind you that the Protective Association is itself an occupying power. They don't really care what we do to the farmers. They don't work that land; they merely expropriate from those who do."

  "Then confine your punitive actions to the Protective Association - " Swale's voice trailed off.

  "I do not even know how to identify them, sir. I presume that anyone I find actually working the land is probably not one of the criminal element, but I can hardly shoot everyone who happens to be idle at the moment I pass through."

  "You needn't be sarcastic with me, Captain."

  "Sir, I am trying to point out the difficulties inherent in the orders you gave me. If I have been impertinent, you have my apology."

  Sure you do, I thought. Deane and Louis grinned at each other and at me. Then we managed to get our faces straight. I wondered what Falkenberg was trying to do. I found out soon enough.

  "Then what the devil do you suggest?" Swale demanded.

  "Governor, there is a way I can assure you a reasonable and adequate grain supply. It requires your cooperation. Specifically, you must withdraw recognition from the Protective Association."

  "And recognize whom? An unorganized bunch of farmers who couldn't hold on to the territory in the first place? Captain, I have sympathy for those people, even if all of you here do suspect me of being a monster with no feelings. My sympathy is of no matter. I must feed the people of Harmony, and to do that I'll deal with the devil himself if that's what it takes."

  "And you very nearly have," I muttered.

  "What's that, Lieutenant Slater?"

  "Nothing, Governor. Excuse me."

  "I expect I know what you said. Captain, let's suppose I do what you ask and withdraw recognition from the Protective Association. Now what do I do? We are not in the democracy-building business. My personal sympathies may well lie with what we are pleased to call 'free and democratic institutions,' but I happen to be an official of the CoDominium, not of the United States. So, by the way, do you. If this planet had been settled by Soviets, we wouldn't even be having this conversation. There would be an assured grain supply, and no nonsense about it."

  "I hardly think the situations are comparable," Colonel Harrington said.

  "Nor I," Trevor added. That surprised me.

  "I ask again, what do we do?" the Governor said.

  "Extend CoDominium protection to the area," Harrington said. "It needn't be permanent. I make no doubt that Colonel Trevor's people have friends among the farmers. We may not be in the democracy-building business, but there are plenty who'd like to try."

  "You are asking for all-out war on the Protective Association," Swale said. "Colonel Harrington, have you any idea of what that will cost? The Senate is very reluctantly paying the basic costs of keeping these Marines on Arrarat. They have not sent one deci-credit to pay for combat actions. How am I supposed to pay for this war?"

  "You’ll just have to tax the grain transactions, that's all," Harrington said.

  "I can't do that."

  "You're going to have to do it. Captain Falkenberg is right. We can drive out the Protective Association - with enough local cooperation - but we sure as hell can't grow wheat for you. I suppose we could exterminate everyone in the whole damned valley and repopulate it - "

  "Now you're being impertinent."

  "My apologies," Harrington said. "Governor, just what do you want? Those farmers aren't going to grow crops just to have a bunch of gangsters take the profits. They'll move out first, or take the land out of cultivation. Then what happens to your grain supply?"

  "The situation is more complex than you think, Colonel. Believe me, it is. Your business is war and violence. Mine is politics, and I tell you that things aren't always what they seem. The Protective Association can keep Harmony supplied with grain at a reasonable price. That's what we must have, and it's what you re going to get for me. Now you tell me that my only alternatives are a war I can't pay for, or starvation in the city. Neither is acceptable. I order you to send an exped
itionary force to Allansport. It will have the limited objective of demonstrating our intent and putting sufficient pressure on the Protective Association to make them reasonable, and that is the whole objective."

  Harrington studied his fingernails for a moment. "Sir, I cannot accept the responsibility."

  "Damn you. Captain Falkenberg, you will - "

  "I can't accept the responsibility, either, Governor."

  "Then, by God, I'll have Colonel Trevor lead it. Trevor, if you say you can't accept responsibility, I damned well know a dozen militia officers who can."

  "Yes, sir. Who'll command the Marines sir? They won't take orders from me. Not directly."

  "The lieutenants will - " He stopped, because one by one, Deane, Louis, and I all shook our heads.

  "This is blackmail! I'll have every one of you cashiered!"

  Colonel Harrington laughed. "Now, you know, I really doubt that. Me you might manage to get at. But junior officers for refusing an assignment their colonel turned down? Try peddling that to Admiral Lermontov and he'll laugh like hell."

  Swale sat down. He struggled for a moment until he was in control of his voice. "Why are you doing this?"

  Colonel Harrington shook his head slowly. "Governor, everything you said about the service is true. We're used. They use us to bash heads so that some senator's nephew can make a mega-credit. They hand people a raw deal and then call on us to make the victims stay in the game. Most of the time we have to take it. It doesn't mean we like it much. Once in a while, just every now and then, the Fleet gets a chance to put something right after you civilians mess it up. We don't pass up such chances." Harrington's voice had been quiet, but now he let it rise slightly. "Governor, just what the hell do you think men become soldiers for? So that you can get promoted to a cushy job?"

  "I have told you, I would like to help those farmers. I can't do it. Cannot you understand? We can't pay for a long campaign. Can't. Not won't. Can't."

  "Yes, sir," Colonel Harrington said. "I expect I'd better get back to Garrison. The staffs going to have to work out a pretty strict rationing plan."

  "You think you have won," the Governor said. "Not yet, Colonel. Not yet. Colonel Trevor, I asked you to put a battalion of militia on riverboats. How long will it take for them to get here?"

  "Be here tomorrow, sir."

  "When they arrive, I want you to have made arrangements for more fuel and supplies. We are taking that battalion to Allansport, where I will personally direct operations. I've no doubt we can make the Protective Association see reason. As to the rest of you, you will sit in this fort and rot for all I care. Good afternoon, gentlemen."

  I told Kathryn about the conference when I met her for supper that night. She listened with bewilderment.

  "I don't understand, Hal," she finally blurted. "All that fuss about costs. We'd pay for the campaign and be happy to do it."

  "Do you think the Governor knows that?" I asked.

  "Of course he knows it. I've told him, and I've brought him offers from some of the other farmers. Don't you remember I asked him to loan us the 501st?"

  "Sure, but you weren't serious."

  "I wasn't then, but it sounded like such a good idea that later on we really tried to hire you. He wasn't interested."

  "Wasn't interested in what?" Louis Bonneyman asked. "Is this an intimate conversation, or may I join you?"

  "Please do," Kathryn said. "We're just finishing - "

  "I've had my dinner, also," Louis said. "But I'll buy you a drink. Hal, did you ever think old Harrington had that land of guts?"

  "No. Surprised me. So what happens next?"

  "Beats me," Louis said. "But I'll give you a hint. I just finished helping Sergeant Major cut orders putting this whole outfit on full field alert as of reveille tomorrow."

  "Figures. I wonder just how much trouble His Excellency will get himself into."

  Louis grinned. "With any luck, he'll get himself killed and Colonel Harrington becomes Acting Governor. Then we can really clean house."

  "You can't wish that on Irina's father," Kathryn protested. "I thought you liked her, Louis."

  "Her, yes. Her old man I can live without. I'd have thought you'd share the sentiment."

  "He was kind enough to let me live in his home," Kathryn said. "I don't understand him at all. He seems like a good man. It's only when - "

  "When he puts on his Governor's hat," I said. "I keep wondering if we blew it, Kathryn. If we'd taken the Governor up on his offer, we could at least have gotten down there to do something. I might even have caught the bastard that - You know who I mean."

  "I'm glad you didn't, Hal. It would have been horrible. Anything you did to those gangsters they'd take out on my friends as soon as you'd left. I wouldn't have helped you, and I don't think anyone else would, because anybody that did would be signing death warrants for his whole family, and all his friends, too."

  "Sounds like a rough gang," Louis said. "Thorough. If you're going to use terror, go all the way. Unfortunately, it works."

  Kathryn nodded. "Yes. I've tried to explain it to Governor Swale. If he sends an expedition there, a lot of my friends will try to help. They'll be killed if he leaves those hoodlums in control when it's over. It would be better if none of you ever went there."

  "But the Harmony merchants don't like the prices," Louis said. "They want their grain cheaper, and Swale's got to worry about them, too. A complaint from the Harmony city council wouldn't look too good on his record. Somebody at BuColonial might take it seriously."

  "Politics," Kathryn said. "Why can't - "

  "Be your age," Louis said. "There's politics in the CoDominium, sure, but we still keep the peace. And it's not all that bad, anyway. Swale was appointed by Grand Senator Bronson's people."

  "An unsavory lot," I said.

  "Maybe," Louis admitted. "Anyway, of course that means that Bronson's enemies will be looking for reasons to discredit Swale. He's got to be careful. The Harmony merchants still have friends at American Express - and AmEx hates Bronson with a passion."

  "I'd say our Governor has problems, then," I said. "From the looks of the troops he took with him, he won't scare the Association much. The militia have pretty uniforms, but they're all city kids. All right for holding walls and cruising along the Jordan now that we've disarmed everybody here, but they're unlikely to scare anybody with real combat experience."

  XIV

  WE PUT THE entire battalion on ready alert, but nothing happened for a week. Colonel Harrington stayed at Fort Beersheba and joined us in the officers' mess in the evenings. Like Falkenberg, he liked bagpipes. To my horror, so did Kathryn. I suppose every woman has some major failing.

  "What the hell is he doing?" Colonel Harrington demanded. "I'd have sworn he'd have gotten himself into trouble by now. Maybe we've overestimated the Mission Hills Protective Association. Why the hell did they come up with that name? There aren't any Mission Hills on this planet, to the best of my knowledge."

  "They brought the name with them, Colonel," Louis told him. "There's a Southern California gang with that name. Been around for two or three generations. A number of them happened to be on the same prison ship, and they stuck together when they got there."

  "How the hell did you find that out?" Harrington demanded.

  "Captain Falkenberg insists that his people be thorough," Louis said. "It was a matter of sifting through enough convicts until I found one who knew, and then finding some corroboration."

  "Well, congratulations, Louis," Harrington said. "John, you've done well with your collection of newlies."

  "Thank you, Colonel."

  "Real test's coming up now, though. What the hell is happening down there? Steward, another whiskey, all around. If we can't fight, we can still drink."

  "Maybe Governor Swale will come to terms with them," I said.

  The colonel gave me a sour look. "Doubt it, Hal. He's between a rock and a hard place. The merchants won't stand for the prices those goons want, a
nd they think they've got him by the balls. They're not afraid of us, you know. They've got a good idea of what's going on in Harmony. They know damned well that Fleet isn't sending any more support to Arrarat, and what the hell can a thousand men do? Even a thousand Line Marines?"

  "I hope they think that way," Deane said. "If they'll stand and fight, they're finished - "

  "But they won't," John Falkenberg said. "They're no fools. They won't stand and fight, they'll run like hell as soon as we get close to them. They've only to sit up in the hills and avoid us. Eventually we'll have to leave, but they won't."

  Harrington nodded. "Yeah. In the long run those poor damned farmers will have to cut it for themselves. Maybe they'll make it. At least we can try to set things right for them. John, do you think the pipers have had their drink by now?"

  "I'm certain of it, Colonel. Lazar! Have Pipe Major bring us a tune!"

  Eight days after the Governor left Fort Beersheba, we still had no word. That night there was the usual drinking with the pipers in the mess. I excused myself early and went up to my rooms with Kathryn. I still couldn't touch her without setting her to trembling, but we were working on it. I'd decided I was in love with her, and I could wait for the physical aspects to develop. I didn't dare think very far ahead. We had no real future that I could see, but for the moment just being together was enough. It wasn't a situation either of us enjoyed, but we hated to be separated.

  The phone buzzed. "Slater," I told it.

  "Sergeant Major Ogilvie, sir. You're wanted in the staff room immediately."

  "Hallelujah. Be right there, Sergeant Major." As I hung up, Brady's trumpet sounded "On Full Kits." I turned to Kathryn. We were both grinning like idiots. "This is it, sweetheart."

  "Yes. Now that it's happened, I'm scared."

  "So am I. As Falkenberg says, we're all scared, but it's an officer's job not to show it. Be back when I can - "

  "Just a second." She came to me and put her hands on my shoulders. Her arms went around me, and she pulled me against herself. "See? I'm hardly shaking at all." She kissed me, quickly, then a long, lingering kiss. "This is one hell of a time for a miraculous psychiatric cure," I said.