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  March Upcountry

  ( Imperial March - 1 )

  David Weber

  John Ringo

  Sequence: Imperial March

  1. March Upcountry

  2. March to the Sea

  3. March to the Stars

  David Weber, John Ringo

  March Upcountry

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

  This book is dedicated to our mothers.

  To Alice Louise Godard Weber,

  who put up with me, taught me, edited me, believed in me, and encouraged me to believe I could be a writer . . . despite all evidence to the contrary.

  I love you. There. I said it.

  To Jane M. Ringo,

  for dragging me to places I didn’t want to go and trying to make me eat stuff that would turn a monkey’s stomach.

  Thanks Mom. You were right.

  CHAPTER ONE

  “His Royal Highness, Prince Roger Ramius Sergei Alexander Chiang MacClintock!”

  Prince Roger maintained his habitual, slightly bored smile as he padded through the door, then stopped and glanced around the room as he shot the cuffs of his shirt and adjusted his cravat. Both were made from Diablo spider-silk, the softest and sleekest material in the galaxy. Since it was protected by giant, acid-spitting spiders, it was also the most expensive.

  For his part, Amos Stephens paid as little attention as possible to the young fop he had so grandly announced. The child was a disgrace to the honorable name of his mother’s family. The cravat was bad enough, and the brightly patterned brocade jacket, more appropriate for a bordello than a meeting with the Empress of Man, was worse. But the hair! Stephens had served twenty years in Her Majesty’s Navy before entering the Palace Service Corps. The only difference between his years in the Navy and his years in the Palace was the way his close-cropped curls had shifted from midnight black to silver. The mere sight of the butt-length golden hair of the farcical dandy Empress Alexandra’s younger son had become always drove the old butler absolutely mad.

  The Empress’ office was remarkably small and spare, with a broad desk no larger than that of a middle-level manager in any of the star-spanning corporations of Earth. The appointments were simple but elegant; the chairs sensible, but elaborately hand-crafted and covered in exquisite hand-stitching. Most of the pictures were old master originals. The one exception was the most famous. “The Empress in Waiting” was a painting from life of Miranda MacClintock during the “Dagger Years,” and the artist, Trachsler, had captured his subject perfectly. Her eyes were open and smiling, showing the world the image of an ingenuous Terran subject. A loyal upholder of the Dagger Lords. In other words, a filthy collaborator. But if you stared at the painting long enough, a chill crept over your skin and the eyes slowly changed. To the eyes of a predator.

  Roger spared the painting one bare glance, then looked away. All of the MacClintocks lived under the shadow of the old biddy, long dead though she was. As the merest—and least satisfactory—slip of that lineage, he had all the shadows he could stand.

  Alexandra VII, Empress of Man, regarded her youngest child through half-slitted eyes. The carefully metered bite of Stephens’ ironic announcement had apparently gone over the prince’s head completely. Roger certainly didn’t seem affected by the old spacer’s disdain in the slightest.

  Unlike her flamboyant son, Empress Alexandra wore a blue suit of such understated elegance that it must have cost as much as a small starship. Now she leaned back in her float chair and propped her cheek on her hand, wondering for the hundredth time if this was the right decision. But there were a thousand other decisions awaiting her, all of them vital, and she’d spent all the time she intended to on this one.

  “Mother,” Roger said insouciantly, with a micrometric bow, and glanced at his brother in the flanking chair. “To what do I owe the honor of being summoned into two such august presences?” he continued with a slight, knowing smirk.

  John MacClintock gave his younger brother a thin smile and a nod. The galaxy-renowned diplomat was dressed in a conservative suit of blue worsted, with a practical damask handkerchief poking out of one sleeve. For all that he looked like a doltish banker, his poker face and sleepy eyes hid a mind as insightful as any in the known worlds. And despite the developing paunch of middle-age, he could have become a professional golfer . . . if the job of Heir Apparent had allowed the time for it.

  The Empress leaned forward abruptly and fixed her youngest with a laser stare. “Roger, We are sending you off-planet on a ‘show the flag’ mission.”

  Roger blinked several times, and smoothed his hair.

  “Yes?” he replied carefully.

  “The planet Leviathan is celebrating Net-Hauling in two months—”

  “Oh, my God, Mother!” Roger’s exclamation cut the Empress of Man off in mid-sentence. “You must be joking!”

  “We are not joking, Roger,” Alexandra said severely. “Leviathan’s primary export may be grumbly oil, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s a focal planet in the Sagittarius sector. And there hasn’t been a family representative for Net-Hauling in two decades.” Since I repudiated your father, she didn’t bother to add.

  “But, Mother! The smell!” the prince protested, shaking his head to toss an errant strand of hair out of his eyes. He knew he was whining and hated it, but the alternative was smelling grumbly oil for at least several weeks on the planet. And even after he escaped Leviathan, it would take several more weeks for Kostas to get the smell out of his clothes. The oil made a remarkable musk base; in fact, it was in the cologne he was wearing at the moment. But in its raw form, it was the most noxious stuff in the galaxy.

  “We don’t care about the smell, Roger,” snapped the Empress, “and neither should you! You will show the flag for the dynasty, and you will show Our subjects that We care enough about their reaffirmation of alliance to the Empire to send one of Our children. Is that understood?”

  The young prince drew himself up to his full hundred ninety-five centimeters and gathered the shreds of his dignity.

  “Very well, Your Imperial Majesty. I will, of course, do my duty as you see fit. It is my duty, after all, is it not, Your Imperial Majesty? Noblesse oblige and all that?” His aristocratic nostrils flared in suppressed anger. “Now I suppose I have some packing to oversee. By your leave?”

  Alexandra’s steely gaze held him for a few moments more, and then she waggled her fingers in the direction of the door.

  “Go. Go. And do a good job.” The “for a change” was unstated.

  Prince Roger gave another micrometric bow, turned his back quite deliberately, and stalked out of the room.

  “You could have handled that better, Mother,” John said quietly, after the door had closed on the angry young man.

  “Yes, I could have.” She sighed, steepling her fingers under her chin. “And I should have, damn it. But he looks too much like his father!”

  “But he isn’t his father, Mother,” John said quietly. “Unless you create his father in him. Or drive him into New Madrid’s camp.”

  “Try to teach me to suck eggs, why don’t you?” she snapped, then inhaled deeply and shook her head. “I’m sorry, John. You’re right. You’re always right.” She smiled ruefully at her older son. “I’m just not good at personal, am I?”

  “You were fine with Alex and me,” John replied. “But Roger’s carrying a lot of loads. It might be time to cut him some slack.”

  “There isn’t any slack to cut! Not now!”

  “There’s some. More than he’s gotten in the last several years, anyway. A
lex and I always knew you loved us,” he pointed out quietly. “Roger’s never been absolutely sure.”

  Alexandra shook her head.

  “Not now,” she repeated more calmly. “When he gets back, if this crisis blows over, I’ll try to . . .”

  “Undo some of the damage?” John’s voice was level, his mild eyes unchallenging, open and calm. But then, he looked that way in the face of war.

  “Explain,” she said sharply. “Tell him the whole story. From the horse’s mouth. Maybe if I explain it to him it will make more sense.” She paused, and her face hardened. “And if he still is in New Madrid’s camp, well, we’ll just have to deal with that as it comes.”

  “But until then?” John met her half-angry, half-saddened gaze levelly.

  “Until then we stay the course. And get him as far out of the line of fire as possible.”

  And as far from power as possible, as well, she thought.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Well, at least he’s an athlete. Watching the prince drift out of the free-fall and flip to a lithe touchdown on the padded landing area, Company Sergeant Major Eva Kosutic had to admit that she’d seen experienced spacers handle the maneuver worse. Now if he’d only grow a spine.

  First Platoon of Bravo Company, Bronze Battalion, The Empress’ Own Regiment, was drawn up at attention in serried ranks on the forward side of the shuttle boat bay. The platoon’s turnout was better than the Fleet’s, which was only to be expected. The Bronze Battalion might be the “lowest” in the hierarchy of The Empress’ Own, but they were still among the most elite bodyguards in the known universe. And that meant both the deadliest and the best looking.

  It was Eva Kosutic’s job to make sure of that. The thirty-minute Guard Mount had been, as always, precise and painstaking. Every centimeter of the uniform, equipment, and toilette of the individual Marines had been minutely inspected. In the five months she’d been Sergeant Major of Bravo Company, Captain Pahner had never found a single fault after she’d checked over the troops. And he never would, if Eva Kosutic had anything to say about it.

  Admittedly, there were very few “gigs” for her to find. Before winning assignment to “The Regiment” all candidates went through an exhausting washout course. The five-week Regimental In-Processing, or RIP, was designed to remove the wannabes and combined all the worst aspects of commando training with intense inspections of uniform and equipment. Any Marine found wanting—and most were—was sent back to his unit with no hard feelings. It was understood that “The Regiment” accepted only the best of the best of the best.

  Once a recruit survived RIP, of course, he found another hierarchy to deal with. Almost all of the recent “Rippers” were assigned to Bronze Battalion, where they had the inexpressible joy of guarding an overbred pansy who’d rather spit on them than give them the time of day. Most of them suspected that it was just another test. If they stayed hardcore and professional for eighteen months, they could either take a promotion to stay in Bronze or else vie for a position in Steel Battalion and protect Princess Alexandra.

  Personally, Eva Kosutic was counting down. One hundred and fifty-three days and a wake-up, she thought, as the prince stepped off the landing mat.

  The last notes of the Imperial Anthem died, and the ship’s captain stepped forward and saluted.

  “Your Royal Highness, Captain Vil Krasnitsky, at your service! Might I say what an honor it is to have you with us on the Charles DeGlopper!”

  The prince gave the ship’s captain a languid one-handed wave, and turned to look around the boat bay. The petite brunette who’d trailed him out of the tube stepped forward and around him with an almost unnoticeable flare of her nostrils and took the captain’s hand.

  “Eleanora O’Casey, Captain. It’s a pleasure to be aboard your fine vessel.” Roger’s former tutor and current chief of staff gave the captain a firm handshake and looked him directly in the eye, trying to project some semblance of leadership since Roger was in one of his sulks. “We’ve been told there’s not a crew in this class that can touch yours.”

  The captain glanced sideways at the distant nobleman for only a moment, and then turned back to the chief of staff.

  “Thank you, Ma’am. It’s good to be appreciated.”

  “You’ve won the Tarawa Competition two years in a row. That’s proof enough for this poor civilian.” She gave the captain a blinding smile and nudged Roger lightly with her elbow.

  The prince turned to the captain and gave him a thin, remote, and fairly meaningless smile. The captain, blinded by the sight of royalty, gave a sigh of relief. Presumably, the prince was pleased and his career would avoid the shoals of royal disfavor.

  “May I introduce my officers?” Krasnitsky asked, turning to the line of waiting personnel. “And if His Highness wishes, the ship’s company is prepared for inspection!”

  “Perhaps at a later time,” Eleanora suggested hastily. “I believe His Highness would prefer to be shown to his cabin.”

  She smiled at the captain once more, already rehearsing her future explanation that the prince had suffered a slight case of motion sickness in the free-fall tube and that was why he was distracted. The excuse was weak, but having “spacephobia” would go over better with the ship’s crew than explaining that Roger was being a pain in the ass on purpose.

  “I understand completely,” the captain said sympathetically. “Changing environments can be stressful. If I might lead the way?”

  “Lead on, Captain. Lead on,” Eleanora said with yet another blinding smile. And another elbow jab to Roger.

  Just let us make it to Leviathan without Roger embarrassing me too hideously, she thought earnestly.Surely that isn’t asking too much!

  “Oh, Christ on a Crutch. It’s Mouse.”

  Kostas Matsugae looked up from the day-jackets he was unpacking from their traveling containers. The equipment bay was rapidly filling with Bronze Barbarians . . . and from the way they were putting their own equipment into lockers, it looked to be a permanent arrangement.

  “What is the meaning of this?” the diminutive valet asked, in a precise, spare voice.

  “Oh, don’t get your titties in a wad, Mouse,” the first speaker, one of the longer service privates, said. “There’s only so much space on one of these assault transports. I guess you’re gonna have to shoehorn into the space heavy-weapons would take up. Hey, all,” the private went on, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the conversations and clatter of equipment. “Mousey’s in the compartment. So nobody start doin’ the nasty on the benches.”

  One of the female corporals sashayed past the middle-aged valet, stripping out of her dress uniform as she went.

  “Mousies, how I love them. Mousies is what I love to eat.”

  “Nibble on their toesies, nibble on their tiny feet!” the rest of the platoon chorused.

  Matsugae sniffed and went back to unloading the prince’s accoutrements. His Highness would want to look his best for dinner.

  “I’m not going to take dinner in the damned mess,” Roger said petulantly, pulling at a strand of hair. He knew he was being a spoiled brat, and, as always, it drove him crazy. Of course, the whole situation seemed expressly designed to drive him mad, he reflected bitterly, and gripped his hands together until the knuckles went white and his forearms quivered.

  “I’m not going,” he repeated adamantly.

  Eleanora knew from long experience that arguing with him was probably a lost cause, but sometimes, if you ground away at one of Roger’s sulks, he came out of it. Sometimes. Rarely.

  “Roger,” she started calmly, “if you don’t take dinner the first night, it will be a slap in the face to Captain Krasnitsky and his officers. . . .”

  “I’m not going!” he shouted, and then, almost visibly, gathered control of his anger. His whole body was shivering now, and the tiny cabin seemed too small to contain his rage and frustration. It was the captain’s cabin, the best one on the ship, but compared to the Palace, or even the regal
ships of the Empress’ Fleet that Roger had traveled on previously, it was the size of a closet.

  He took a deep, cleansing breath, and shrugged.

  “Okay, I’m being an ass. But I’m still not going to dinner. Make an excuse,” he said with a sudden boyish grin. “You’re good at that.”

  Eleanora shook her head in exasperation, but had to smile back. Sometimes Roger could also be disarmingly charming.

  “Very well, Your Highness. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

  She took the single step backward to open the hatch and stepped out of the cabin. And almost ran over Kostas Matsugae.

  “Good evening, Ma’am,” the valet said, skipping aside despite an armful of clothing and accoutrements. He had to dodge again to avoid running into the Marine standing guard outside the door, but the Marine remained utterly expressionless and motionless. Any humor she might have felt at the frantic hopping about of the valet was quashed by iron discipline. The members of The Empress’ Own were renowned for their ability to remain stone-faced and still through virtually anything. They occasionally had contests to determine who had the most endurance and stoicism. The former sergeant major of Gold Battalion held the record for endurance: ninety-three hours at attention without eating, drinking, sleeping, or going to the bathroom. It was the last, he’d admitted, which had been the hardest. He’d finally passed out from a combination of dehydration and toxin buildup.

  “Good evening, Matsugae,” Eleanora replied, and fought her own urge to smile. It was hard, for the fussy little valet was so bedecked with outfits that it was almost impossible to find him under the pile. “I’m sorry to say that our Prince won’t be taking dinner in the mess, so I doubt he really needs those,” she continued, gesturing with her chin at the mass of clothes.

  “What? Why?” Matsugae squeaked from somewhere under the pile. “Oh, never mind. I have the casuals for after dinner, so I suppose that will do.” He gave his neck a little twist, and his balding head and round face rose like a toadstool from the pile of clothing. “It’s a terrible shame, though. I’d picked out a lovely sienna suit.”

 

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