Taroniah is happy to be home in Alcitran finally, even if keeping up with demand for leaf springs and pipes keeps her busy. In the southwest, the adherents of a new faith are proving to be troublesome with their plans for expansion. Korlah sets a wedding date, but heading to the wedding means Taroniah has to leave two new and largely untried magicians in charge of her enterprises for several weeks, which is a considerable risk. A few days before the wedding, the Goddess Davina pays Taroniah a visit and tells her about a dragon entombed in a frozen lake and how Taroniah is the only one powerful enough to deal with it!

damn- missed a whole week – sorry –

Just then, Simpson turned up. “The Captain says I should come with you just in case. He said he has enough snipers.”

Andrew found himself smiling at the Nuzeeland soldier, who grinned back at him! Apparently, she had been offended by his clumsy innuendo before their nap. Not that she hadn’t come back at him with a similar comment, but he’d noticed women were touchy about that sort of thing. Not that he’d had much personal experience, but he’d seen other guys put their foot in it with that sort of joking around.

.The three of them made their way along the side of the main road, keeping low, and soon reached where the bushes started, which enabled them to move a bit easier now that they were in cover. He pushed as far forward as he could, and they finished up crouched on the side of the bank behind some lantana and other bushes with a somewhat patchy view of the bridge. The Kiwi Sergeant, Karl Williams, had a radio with him so the Captain could notify them when the Japanese finally started across the bridge. It took another hour before there was any movement. Finally, he got a message and looked at the other two.

“They’re beginning to cross the bridge. Better do your stuff, bro.”

Andrew nodded and reached out with his senses. He found he could feel the masses of glows from all the Japanese women and children moving like a tide across the bridge. Their glows were all dull, and he assumed that was because of the chips the adults had in their heads and the lack of magic amongst the youngsters. He brought up his mental shield and pushed it across the bridge as far as he could reach, which wasn’t quite to the other shore but a good deal further than he was expecting.

“Talk to them.” He said loudly.

The Kiwi Sergeant started bellowing in what Andrew guessed was Japanese, and he hoped that the Japanese could understand the Kiwi Sergeant. Simpson was a little further up the rise, closer to the road, and could see further from where she was.

“It’s working! Sort of. Some have thrown their bombs into the water and are running for this side of the bridge, while others look confused. Some are still coming with their grenades. Better shout a few more times, Sergeant.”

The Sergeant began shouting the instructions repeatedly, and then, as he could hear the first of the feet running past them on the road above their heads, he felt a pressure on his mental shield driving him back. He moved slightly so he was more directly in the sunshine and pulled power, pressing back against the Japanese mentalist.

“I’ve got mental company, but I’m too busy holding a shield to work out where he is.” He told Simpson.

There were lots of feet running past their heads now, and then there were a few shots. The Sergeant stopped yelling for a few moments and then tried yelling something else. Then he began rotating through the first lot of yelling and the second lot as the stampede across the bridge continued. He felt Simpson moving up onto the bridge itself. He looked up and saw she was standing behind some of the bushes appearing across the bridge. Suddenly, there was a burst of fire from the other side of the river, and he could hear screams and yells and assumed that the Japanese were firing on their own civilians.

Sans ice caps which expand and contract depending on the seasons and after the first half of Kyron the Warlord (which is where I am up to in the writing – 58k words)

Taroniah at Work is with the editor – hopefully it will be out early June or sooner
Kyron the Warlord is 1/3 written – give or take – aiming for August but you know… Murphy
The Harrecan Problem (Federation 2) will follow including the return of an old friend – eta October/November but again – Murphy
Ostraya is not quite ready to go to the editor yet and it will be on a fit it in when you can basis so no timeline yet. After the editor it needs to go to Pam for final approval.
After changing the latest Taroniah to Taroniah at Work, the next one will be Taroniah at Sea… have next to nothing in it yet as most of what I had written got moved to Taroniah at Work .. sigh
Kyron the Conqueror will follow that.
After that I am tossing up – I have no good stories that work for Princess Gizel at the moment so you may get something else…..

“Sir.” The Captain was standing nearby and came over. “If I get down to those bushes on the right-hand side of the bridge, I should be able to throw a mental shield out over the main part of the bridge that may disrupt the mentalist’s control over the suicide bombers. It will become a battle of power between how far I can reach and how far their mentalist can reach.”

He paused and thought about what would happen in such a circumstance. It would depend upon the strength of the enemy mentalist to a large extent, he expected.

“Do we have someone that speaks Japanese?” At the Captain’s nod, he continued. “If you have someone that has a loud carrying voice, have your Japanese speaker coach them in how to yell out, “Throw the bombs in the river and run to our side.” It will completely disrupt their plan, hopefully.”

The Captain thought about it for a few moments. “I see. You’re hoping that your mental influence will break their control long enough for them to obey our instructions and wander to our side of the bridge where they will be out of range of the Japanese mentalists.”

“That’s the idea, sir. I have no idea of how many I’ll be able to affect, but if the Japanese keep forcing them across the bridge, more and more of them will come under my control or at least my shield that will free them from the Japanese mentalist’s control. Can I suggest we have a few snipers placed on the roofs to pick off those who choose to carry the bombs across the bridge anyway? There’s no guarantee that freeing them of the mental controls they are under will necessarily make them happy to follow our instructions.”

“No, I guess not. Particularly with Japanese, they tend to be a bit more fanatical than some.” The Captain commented, turned away, and began giving orders to his assembled underlings to get things happening.

Andrew turned back and resumed contemplating the bridge. After a minute or two, the Captain rejoined him.

“You know, it would pay to have some troops ready to organize the refugees into those open areas, the tennis courts over here to the left and the parkland there to the right behind those trees so the Japs across the river can’t see them. I think if we break them up into small groups, it will work well in case the odd bomber makes it through.”

The Captain nodded. “Good idea.”

The Nuzeeland officer took a few minutes to study the ground where Andrew had pointed and then called over a couple of Lieutenants and began issuing more orders.

“I’ll go downstairs and head for that scrub as soon as your man with a loud voice turns up.”

Fortunately, the Japanese were still busy organizing, and nothing happened over the next few minutes. A large Kiwi Sergeant turned up at the entrance of the building.

“You’ll be Harris, then?”

“Yeah, mate. You’re the one with a loud voice?”

“Parade ground voice is what they call it, bro. I hope this idea of yours works.”

“If you’ve got the Japanese words down right, it should work well. It’ll depend on how powerful the Jap mentalist is and how fanatical the Jap women and children are.”

slack again – sorry

“I’d invite you in, but I’m too tired even to consider it.”

Simpson snorted. “Any excuse. Bloody Ossies, weak as piss.”

“Am not!” He said, trying to defend himself, and then saw the grin on her face. “You wait, Simpson. You’ll get yours; don’t you worry about that.”

“Promises promises.” She said with an even wider grin before she pushed open the door of the room she had selected and then disappeared from his view. Andrew was so exhausted that all he did was take his boots off before collapsing on the bed. The next thing he knew, there was a knocking on the door. He decided it must be the morning already, as it appeared to be light outside.

“Come.” He yelled.

The door opened, and a Nuzeeland soldier entered.

“Captain’s compliments, sergeant, but he wonders if you could come and see what’s going on with the Japs.”

Andrew couldn’t help himself and sighed loudly. He sat up in bed and looked blearily at the soldier before shaking his head.

“Righto. I’m going to have a quick shower first, Japs or no Japs.”

“Don’t care, bro. I’m just the messenger.” The soldier replied and exited the room.

Andrew kept the shower brief and headed back to where he thought the command post most likely was. In the event, they had moved it upstairs from where it had been the previous day because the view was better.

“Ah. Harris. What you make of that.” The Captain said, pointing out the window.

Andrew looked out the window, which gave him a view across the river. There were people filling the streets everywhere we looked. Women and children mostly. They were all standing in big clumps, and then he noticed individuals walking amongst them, handing things out. He brought up his telescopic vision spell and looked at one of the individuals. They were carrying a sack draped over their shoulder, handing out globular items to the women and children. Oh fuck! They all had Japanese features, so the crowd must be all the women and children attached to the male servants whom they’d been using as soldiers. Possibly even the widows and children of those who had been killed in action. Who knew what criteria they’d use with the way the True Men carried on?

“They chip all the women, don’t they?”

“That’s the report your people sent us. All the women and the boys born to servants who otherwise aren’t selected to become Real men.”

“Yeah. There handing out grenades. They are going to send all those women and children across the bridge and force our men to kill them all; otherwise, they’ll become thousands of suicide bombers.”

“Fuck.” The Captain said.

Andrew stood watching the crowds for some time, trying to think of some way of dealing with the issue that didn’t involve massacring thousands of women and children. He’d sort of felt the control spell that the Japanese mentalists used to control their cyborgs a few times, but only the edge of it. He had no idea of what form it actually took. Then he looked at the bank that supported the bridge approach road on this side and at the bushes on the right-hand side of that bank, which ran all the way up to where the concrete abutment of the bridge proper was.

Sorry guys – public holiday yesterday and was doing family stuff and plain forgot.

They came shopping center, but once they had reached it, some of the troops who ducked inside reported that the inside had been completely trashed. Some of the shops had even been burnt out. And still no civilians. After waiting for the troops to check out the shopping center, they continued their slow advance up the road, but almost immediately, they came under mortar fire from Japanese troops across the river. Andrew thought about marching up the road across the bridge in the face of the Japanese fire, but he was getting tired mentally and was still a bit shakey from the earlier blast, so he decided to wait and let the Nuzeelanders earn their keep for a change.

They proceeded to set up artillery on a road that ran diagonally across the street they had been advancing down. Andrew stopped a bit back from where it reached a parkland area before retreating to the shopping center. They set observers up to the top of the shopping center roof to direct the artillery fire, and it wasn’t that long before they started dropping shells on the Japanese positions, forcing the Japanese to relocate their mortars. At the same time, Nuzeeland troops began filtering forward into the parkland and into the housing area close to the river to the west of the road Andrew had been marching down. Andrew found a comfortable spot to sit at the front of the shopping center and just rested for some time.

Chapter 16

Suicide bombers

Finally, he decided he’d better get active again and stood up, but he hadn’t even taken a step before he heard a voice behind him.

“Sit back down again. You’ve done enough for the moment.”

He turned and found the Nuzeeland Captain from back on the road frowning at him. He went to salute and remembered they were in a combat zone, and stopped himself.

“It’s not going to be easy getting across that river regardless, so sit down and rest and let the artillery salts soften them up. You’ve done more than enough anyway. Oh, and I received notice that you are to be promoted to Sergeant. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, sir.” He hesitated and then pointed across the road. “If you’re not going to need me in the near future, sir, perhaps I can go and catch a bit of rest over there.”

The Captain looked to where he was pointing at the motel that was across the road and nodded.

“The Japs have probably stripped anything valuable out of it as they have everywhere else, but hopefully, the mattresses will still be there. Good idea, Sergeant. Take Simpson with you. Both of you get some shut-eye. We’re either going to attempt across the river tonight once it’s dark or first thing in the morning, so I want you fresh for then.”

Andrew nodded and replied. “Sir.”

Simpson nodded at the same time, and the Captain nodded back. They turned around and headed across the road to where the motel was. Strangely, although the office and the rooms had been stripped of electronic and electrical goods, most motel rooms still had comfortable beds. The keys to the rooms were still in the doors where the Japanese looters had left them, so there was no problem accessing the rooms. Andrew grabbed the first one he passed, put his hand on the doorknob, and pushed the door open.

They pushed forward, keeping right up against the buildings on the right-hand side, ducking into doorways and such as they advanced another hundred meters or so without anything happening. Then, a fusillade of shots erupted from diagonally across the road to their front, indicating that some of the Japanese troops had gotten into a position to fire on them. None of the shots had any effect, as he was holding a really hard shield to defend against the shells from the AGC’s cannon. He opened a small hole for Simpson over his right shoulder and put a sound shield over his ear to protect against the sound.

“Can you see that?”

Her response came in the form of the shot she fired, which he assumed hit one of the Japanese. Her accuracy was such that she would hit with four out of five shots she fired in the huge rifle she wielded meant that whatever she fired at stayed down permanently, generally speaking. He stood still and let her take several shots, which resulted in the Japanese fire diminishing rapidly until it stopped altogether, and they proceeded to move further down the road again. He must’ve lent a bit too far out when provided the target because the AGC fired, the shell hitting his shield, which he had angled, fortunately.

Because he had been protecting them from the shots from diagonally across the road, the shield was at about a sixty-degree angle to where the AGC was firing from, and instead of exploding in his face as the shell earlier had, this one deflected off his shield at a shallower angle and impacted a building a good distance back up the road and again, on the other side of the street. He jumped out from the cover they were using, concentrated, and lobbed a tight fireball into the fighting compartment of the AGC, using a bit of telekinesis to pull it down into the open top. He ducked back just as the thing exploded in a massive ball of fire.

He grinned at Simpson, and they began walking down the road, not bothering to hide anymore. The occasional Japanese burst of small arms fire in their direction was invariably met by Simpson sticking her gun passed his shoulder into the hole he created in the shield and her blowing the person firing away. Between attacks by the enemy, he could hear firing both left and right as the Nuzeeland troops moved down the parallel streets, clearing the enemy from them as well. They passed the smoldering wreckage of the AGC and continued their advance in the face of the occasional Japanese fire.

So far that day, they had found no Japanese willing to surrender, although they hadn’t really come across any civilians yet. The troops advancing behind them ducked into buildings as they passed to clear them, but most of them were empty, just the occasional holdout who all seemed to be soldiers that were too wounded to retreat. Strangely, the further they advanced, the less the resistance proved to be. He wasn’t sure whether it was because the Japanese were running out of troops or enthusiasm. Most of the houses they passed seemed to have been ransacked at some point since the invasion started, but they didn’t look like they had been subjected to long-term occupation by civilians, or at least that was how it looked to Andrew. Which he thought odd given the civilians they had found earlier, but he supposed they might have been families of some of the troops and were further forward for that reason.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Trying to modify the healing spell that I know so it’ll work on my ACL.”

Simpson shook her head, but the medic perked up.

“You really think you can fix an ACL rupture with one of these spells?”

Andrew shrugged. “Maybe. I’m going to give it a go in a minute if you want to hang around.”

“This I’ve got to see.” The medic said. “Growing up, magic was just something they did in the old days. Uncanny people tended to be ostracised in recent times. Not that I’ve ever met anybody quite like you.”

Andrew nodded. It sounded as if Nuzeeland was worse than here and more like what his father had complained about. He still hadn’t seen much of that sort of discrimination so far himself. The few bits and pieces of discrimination that he’d experienced were mostly verbal quips that he hadn’t paid much attention to. He grinned at the medic and focused on his modifications to the spell. He reasoned that he could use the bit for pulling the skin back together to repair a cut, as it should work just as well for repairing the ligament if he got the spell right. He studied what he had come up with, memorized it, and then cast the spell on his knee.

It hurt briefly, then it ached for a bit, but the swelling started going down, which was another section of the spell, and the rapidly forming bruise from where his knee contacted the ground started fading as well. The medic watched with his mouth hanging open. The ache started to die away, and Andrew flexed his knee. There was no shooting pain, so he reached over for his trousers, which had been deposited to his left. He fed his legs and decided that lying down was too awkward, so he stood up gingerly. He eased up on his good leg when he put weight on his bad knee. It was fine, perhaps a little sore, but nothing to write home about.

“How is it?” The medic asked, unable to keep the amazed tones out of his voice.

“It feels a bit tender, but it’s fine.” To emphasize the point, he walked a couple of paces before returning to pull up his trousers on finally.

“Damn.” The medic said.

Before they could do anything, there was a hissing sound as a shot from the AGC down the street went swooshing past to explode against the building across the road. Looking around, they spotted the APC that had been easing around the corner further up the street and signaled it to back up out of view.

“Time to earn our pay, Simpson.”

She grinned at him and moved over to where she put down her rifle. “Ready whenever you are.”

“Okay. We’ll keep to the right and see what we can achieve.” They grinned at each other, and the medic just shook his head as Andrew eased around the corner with his shields up, angled from right to left, and started down the street. They must’ve been seen at first, but then the AGC fired a shell, which he felt more than he saw. It impacted his shield but didn’t explode due to the angle he was holding it, and the shell rocketed across the street and exploded against a building on the far side of the street, three buildings further up the street. The impact still staggered him, but he was pleased that it didn’t explode on contact with his shield.