At the Queen_s command

The Prince leaned forward and tapped the troop estimate notes. "You did not account for the Ungarakii he has under arms."

"There are no Twilight People in there."

"Yes, there are." Vlad pointed off toward the lake. "I have had men watching the water. We counted nearly two hundred warriors coming in. I sent you reports."

"Langford, did I get any such reports?"

"Yes, sir. You deemed them unreliable and insignificant."

Rivendell smiled. "Satisfied?"

"What about the pasmortes. You know they can't be killed."

Thornbury stepped back to the table. "The civilians were women and children, with a few old men. They are non-combatants."

Owen couldn't contain himself. "Those civilians attacked your cavalry!"

"The wurm devoured the bodies, so we don't know what they were."

Vlad rubbed a hand over his forehead. "Why have you eliminated the central stronghold?"

"It has trees and flowers on it. It is nothing."

The Prince tapped another part of the map, where the opening to the underground chambers should have been. "And this building here?"

"Storage." Rivendell preened. "I demanded to see within. And I did find a chamber dug into the hillside. It was the Laureate's wine cellar. From there I shall choose the vintage with which to toast our victory."

The Prince stared at him. "And your grand plan is to walk our men up and storm the walls?"

"Precisely. We have more than three times his numbers."

Count von Metternin rested a hand on the Prince's shoulder. "My Lord Rivendell, the three-to-one ratio is accepted minimum needed to defeating a foe, but it does not guarantee victory."

"But, my lord Count, we are speaking of Norillian troops."

Vlad again hammered a fist against the table. "No, you fool, you are speaking about men! Men who are going to be ripped to bits as they march forward. Grapeshot will rake any siege ladders you create, and blow apart your trench bridging."

Rivendell laughed. "This is precisely why command of this operation was given to a military man, Prince Vladimir. Anthony, tell him what you saw."

Colonel Exeter replied with a smug half-smile. "While I was examining one of the batteries, I measured both the carriage height and the height of the embrasures. I did the basic geometry. It is impossible for the guns to depress far enough to shoot anything atop the glacises."

"My God, man, do you think he doesn't know that?" Vlad thrust a finger toward the fortress. "Do you think he has no axes to cut the embrasures down?"

Exeter chuckled. "We'll hit him so fast he won't have time to chop."

The Prince sighed. "Your enemy is not a fool."

Lord Rivendell smiled proudly. "Nor am I, Highness. I am a genius. Ain't it, Langford, ain't that a fact?"

"Yes, sir."

"And a genius will win this day, Highness. We go at one."

Vlad shook his head. "I won't allow it."

"You are a civilian. I am in command of your people. Colonel Daunt, you will have your men make siege ladders and bridges. Exeter, give him some of your engineers to help."

Exeter saluted smartly. "Yes, sir."

Owen watched the Prince's face deaden. Disaster loomed; there was no getting away from that. Owen's guts twisted. He choked vomit back down. I have to do something. "Permission to be assigned to Colonel Daunt's command, my lord."

Rivendell's sneer gushed ice through Owen's bowels. "Denied. You are under arrest."

Vlad's head came up. "On what charges?"

"Insubordination. Conduct unbecoming an officer. Destroying Her Majesty's property." Rivendell produced a pocket watch, flicked the cover open and then snapped it shut again. "I should convene a court-martial, but we've not enough time. Anthony, have a squad of the Fourth take charge of Captain Strake. Clap him in irons and stick him outside my tent. Let him watch and wish he had his place in the line of glory."

The Prince snarled. "This is outrageous, sir!"

"It is necessary, sir." Rivendell slid the watch home in his waistcoat. "Perhaps, in victory, I shall be magnanimous. I think not, but that is the joy of genius-I am unpredictable. Good day, Highness."

The Prince began to say something else, but the count grabbed his arm and steered him back out through the slit. He took a last look at Owen, but Owen just shook his head. "I will be fine."

"The prisoner will remain silent!"

Owen met Rivendell's gaze openly, and the other man smiled. "You have your orders, gentlemen. We have three hours. Please be ready."

Exeter, Thornbury, and Daunt departed. Langford glanced at Lord Rivendell. "Should I stay, sir?"

"No, Colonel. The words I have for Captain Strake are for his ears alone."

Langford retreated quickly. Rivendell began to slowly circle Owen. Clearly he meant to walk with a predatory mien, trying to be intimidating. The fact that he was so thoroughly proud of himself-being unable to hide a smile-robbed the attempt of its intent. He made two circuits and spoke on the third.