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"They came up after me," Duvalier said. "I'm pretty sure they're both second-generation true breeds."
"Second-"
"Daughters of other Cats, trained by Cats. When the Lifeweavers hid themselves when the Free Territory was overrun, we had to make do. Maybe they don't quite have our skills, but youth and confidence is still on their side. When more Lifeweavers come, I hope the first thing we do is train more Cats. You should start looking around the command and see who you want to bring in to the family."
Duvalier had faith that the Lifeweavers were off starting another freehold and would return at the first opportunity. She believed in their return like some Christians expected the Second Coming to sweep away the Kurian Order.
"If you're a human who wants to get up Iowa way, you need to know the Scrubmen."
"Scrubmen?" Valentine asked.
"They're mostly kids of slaves from the Groglands. A Grog chief can't keep or sell a slave his clan hasn't captured, and most of 'em know better than to bury the newborn like what happens to deformed little baby Groggies. Poor things. If the child's really lucky he gets turned over to the missionaries in Saint Louis, otherwise once he's weaned he gets set loose. Groggies don't know that just because you're off the teat you can't take care of yourself the way a little Grog can, naturally rooting around and hunting."
"I've never run across them. I've been across northern Iowa several times."
"You probably stayed close to the river," Scheier said.
"Yes."
"What do you think of Brostoff?"
Scheier and Jarvis exchanged a look.
"Durndel said you knew him back a whiles," Scheier said. "You tell us if he's changed."
"More whiskey lines," Valentine said.
"We can't figure it," Scheier said. "Last year, they had a decent C.O. Captain Finner. He knew Missouri like the back of his hand; been from Iowa to the Ozarks more times than I've been issued shoes. His men were ragged and patched, sure, what Wolf Unit in the bush doesn't look that way?"
"Good man," Jarvis echoed. "Made a speciality out of blowing the crap out of the River Patrol, only he used Grog guns for it so they'd hit back at the wrong target. One time he made it look like the Red Scalps Clan did it-scalped a boat captain with red hair-and started a big feud between the River Patrol and Red Scalps."
"Then one of Martinez's inspector generals comes in, and suddenly no more Finner. Sent back to supervise a depot full of blankets and winter socks."
"I'm no fan of General Martinez," Valentine said. "The way he runs things, I'm not sure the Kurians would do much different if they were giving the orders instead of him." He was breaking military protocol fifty ways from Mountain Home, but one more charge on his long list of sins wouldn't make a difference now.
With the cautious ice broken, Scheier continued.
"I don't know about Martinez. Sure, he's made improvements. Lots more supply getting to us now. Mail's better. But then his staff goes and puts a guy like Brostoff in charge of the Missouri Wolves. Force conservation. Avoid areas of possible conflict. Observe and report, under no circumstances engage. Don't make sense."
"All they do is eat, clean their guns, and then wait to rotate back to the home areas," Jarvis said. "What kind of formula is that for winning anything?"
"Those poor Grogs in Omaha kept expecting us. It was building, too. Bear Teams. Jarvis and I had set up a chain of supply caches with some of the Golden-the Bears and a bunch of Wolf heavy weapons trainers teams backed up with regulars and special forces were going to go hit Iowa on the supply lines for their siege. Soon as Martinez came in, that whole op got canceled on us."
Ahn-Kha planted his feet wide and set his pylonlike arms so he leaned in over the Cats.
"Tell me the truth. My people were promised warriors in a fight, and they did not even attempt to come?"
Scheier and Jarvis, both a little wide-eyed with Ahn-Kha looming over them, shrank into each other.
"No," Scheier said. "Or rather, yes. What I'm saying: the whole thing got scrubbed as soon as Martinez got in with all that talk about a 'respite' at the last election."
"That's what happened all right," Jarvis said. "No wormshit."
"Martinez don't think too much of Grogs. Said whole lot of 'em wasn't worth 'one son of Texas'-I think that's how he said it. It was in a speech he gave at the war college. Got reprinted and distributed, like all his speeches."
"He loves giving speeches and sending bulletins," Jarvis said. "Keeps us in writing paper and asswipes every month."
"They all begin 'Soldiers!' With the exclamation point, like the soldiers are all excited."
