Warworld: The Lidless Eye

by John F. Carr

  “Yes,” he said, his voice slightly trembling.

  “I’m planning on leaving as soon as I hear from my father. I know how uncomfortable it has been for the both of us the past week. As soon as an alternative safe house can be arranged, I will leave.”

  John wanted to protest, cry out, “No.” But he couldn’t get the words past his tongue. She would never forgive him for that night of stolen pleasure. Now that he knew deep inside he loved her, he could not forgive himself. He nodded his agreement. Maybe it was better this way.

  She turned again and left his bedchamber-turned-hospital-room. Her leaving left an emptiness in the room that matched the feeling of desolation in his heart.

  III

  Brigadier Cummings rose up from his desk covered with maps and briefings, as Colonel Harrigan was ushered into the makeshift office inside an underground bunker, far from the overhead spy-eyes of the Saurons. He clasped the Colonel’s hand. “Well done. We gave the bastards a bit of their own medicine.”

  The tanned skin of Harrigan’s long face was drawn tight against the bones underneath. “But we missed the target, Brigadier! What a waste. We’ll never get an opportunity like that again. A squad of men all gone for a dead starship.”

  “True. But there was something gained in the loss, as well. That ship would have constituted the biggest concentration of metals in the entire northern Shangri-La Valley. Its strategic and military value to the Saurons would have been considerable. Now it will take them years to pick up the pieces and even then they’ll only be getting the odds and sods. So perhaps we’ve put a crimp in their invasion plans today, after all.

  “As far as their commander is concerned, yes, he was the primary target. What I know about Galen Diettinger, most of it from military records decades old, is that he is one of the most innovative Sauron commanders ever to helm a man-of-war, Sauron or otherwise. In a Race that breeds Soldiers for conformity and single-mindedness of purpose, he’s practically an anomaly. I wonder if that was why he was sent to this God-forsaken hellhole?”

  “Maybe he was too creative, Brigadier. Punishment detail, cleaning up the dregs of the Empire.”

  “I hope not, because if that’s true, we’ll see more of these Super Soldiers, as the Cyborgs like to call themselves.”

  “Super Swine, you mean,” Harrigan said. “But this Diettinger is still in command.”

  “True, but we’ve singed his beard, so to speak. And, maybe, taught him some respect for Haven’s native sons in the process. I’m sure we’ll have another opportunity to clip his wings, but that ship of theirs is gone for good. And that, Colonel, will help us in the long run.”

  Harrigan’s face loosened and he even displayed a crooked smile. “You think we taught them a lesson, Brigadier?”

  “I have to think that, Colonel. And I have to believe it’s just the first of many. It’s time we got to work on phase two of Operation Liberty.”

  “My men and I are at your disposal, sir.”

  “Excellent. I suggest for the next phase we begin guerrilla operations right here,” Cummings paused to pick up his pipe and use the stem to point out the mountainous area around Fort Stony Point on the large geographical survey map that covered almost the entire back wall of his office.

  “But no one lives there.”

  “Ha! You’re wrong there, Colonel. I’ve had reconnaissance teams in the area ever since we realized that the Saurons intended to occupy and rebuild the old Fort. From what my recon teams have been able to learn, the Saurons are involved in a massive reconstruction of the complex. Like ourselves, they understand its strategic value; it’s the faucet that turns on and off the human flow in and out of the entire northern Shangri-La.

  “The moment I realized this attack was not the act of pirates, but a determined takeover of Haven, I considered fortifying and strengthening the Fort’s garrison. But, while it’s nearly invincible to raiders from the Valley and the surrounding hillsides, it is impossible to defend from above; at least, with our limited resources.”

  “Then we can’t take it back from the Saurons, Brigadier?”

  For the first time Cummings’ face lost its animation. He put the pipe stem between his teeth and pulled out a lighter. After firing the bowl, Cummings said, “Not in our lifetime. But maybe by our children’s grandchildren’s time.”

  Harrigan’s face fell, adding another decade to his dour countenance.

  “Don’t despair. We’re fighting this war for the future generations of Haven so that they will not have to endure the slavery and bondage of these inhuman creatures. Should they ever get reinforcements, that job will be impossible. But my suspicion is that this Diettinger is some sort of rogue, cut adrift from his fellows. He’s gone to ground to set up a petty kingdom of his own, and I’ll bet a year’s pay that there are no reinforcements from Sauron.”

  “You think the Sauron High Command would exile an entire battalion because they don’t trust its commander?”

  Cummings cocked an eyebrow and smiled at him through the clouds from his pipe. “Stranger things have happened in the annals of military history. Augustus Caesar started a war from Rome with the most important general of his day, Marc Antony—who was living in semi-exile in Egypt—for just the same reasons. It almost destroyed the Roman Empire. I could see a case where a High Command—why, perhaps even our own Imperial Command—would find the loss of a single Battalion to be cheap at the price of getting a charismatic and dangerous leader out of the picture. Can’t you, Colonel Harrigan?”

  Harrigan felt a chill at Cummings gaze and the tone of his voice, and the realization came without warning: Or a charismatic military leader and his loyal command, he realized. Of course…

  Centuries after its establishment as the CoDominium’s preferred place of exile, Haven was still serving as the best out-of-the-way place in human-occupied space for putting humans—both norms and Sauron—in exile.

  Cummings’ voice pulled Harrigan out of his revelatory musings.

  “I’m sure the Cyborgs that run Sauron are no more happy about potential claimants than is our current Emperor—whoever he may be.”

  Harrigan cleared his throat, nodded. “Then I’m really pissed that we didn’t take out that bastard when we had the chance!”

  “That’s not our last nuke, Colonel. And, as I said, we will have other opportunities.”

  Harrigan watched the Brigadier for a long time.

  IV

  Outside and below the shuttle, Sauron troopers advanced in march order to meet their commander, a ritual considered meaningless in a society based on duty and efficiency. But the bright flags of the flaming eye on its night-black field fluttered in the wind of the heights, the embroidered patches gleamed in the sun, and there were other priorities on the troops’ minds, now.

  Their king is safe, Diettinger realized with an ironic smile. Haven was already changing his people, as it had its own. But perhaps for the better, despite Althene’s warnings. Closely watched, firmly guided, the children of Sauron might yet spring forth from this place and set the universe to rights.

  The cattle had acted in a way unanticipated by almost all the Soldiers. But his dream for the Race would go on, if with greater difficulty after the loss of the Fomoria, because one of his Soldiers had thought like the cattle.

  Cattle? he thought, as the shuttle bumped lightly on the cleared space in the large outer courtyard of the Citadel. The tower loomed high overhead. From its roof fluttered the red, white and black banner of the lidless, flaming eye.

  No, not really.

  Some, but not all by far. Haven had been at war for a very long time, longer even than Sauron and the Empire. Haven’s people had fought first their world, then each other, with little experience wasted. Haven had only begun to tap that heritage when she had sent the first of her sons across space to fight on far-flung worlds for the glory of Empire. There would be few but the best left among the peoples of Haven, now.

  “We may make Soldiers of these Havene
rs yet,” he told Althene with a sudden smile.

  They stood in the hatch, to the cheers of the assembled ranks below and around them, then they stepped down the ramp and at last felt beneath their boots the surface of the new Homeworld.

  “As surely as we will make Haveners of ourselves.”

  The End