Monstrous Regiment
Arblatt have been overwhelmed. As far as I can tell, Lieutenant, your squad are the only soldiers still at large. At least,” he added, “the only ones still fighting.”
“And my regiment?” said Blouse quietly.
“The remnant of the Tenth took part in a brave but, frankly, suicidal attempt to retake Kneck Keep a few days ago, sir. Most of the survivors are prisoners of war, and I have to tell you that almost all your high command have been captured. They were in the Keep when it was taken. There are big dungeons in that fort, sir, and they’re pretty full.”
“Why should I believe you?”
I do , thought Polly. So Paul is either dead, wounded, or captured. And it doesn’t help much to think of it as two chances in three that he is alive.
De Worde threw his newspapers at the lieutenant’s feet.
“It’s all there, sir. I didn’t make it up. It’s the truth. It will remain true whether you believe it or not. There are more than six countries ranged against you, including Genua and Mouldavia and Ankh-Morpork. There is no one on your side. You are alone. The only reason you’re not beaten yet is because you won’t admit it. I’ve seen your generals, sir! Great leaders, and your men fight like demons, but they won’t surrender!”
“Borogravia doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘surrender,’ Mr. de Worde,” said the lieutenant.
“May I loan you a dictionary, sir?” snapped de Worde, going red in the face. “It’s very similar to the meaning of the word ‘making some kind of peace while you’ve got a chance,’ sir! It’s rather like the word ‘quitting while you’ve still got a head,’ sir! Good heavens, sir, don’t you understand? The reason that there still is an army in Kneck Valley is that the allies haven’t yet decided what to do with it! They’re fed up with the slaughter!”
“Ah, so we still fight back!” said Blouse.
De Worde sighed.
“You don’t understand, sir. They are fed up with slaughtering you . They’ve got the Keep now. There’s some big war engines up there. They…frankly, sir, some of the alliance would just as soon wipe out the remains of your army. It’d be like shooting rats in a barrel. They have you at their mercy. And yet you keep on attacking! You attack the Keep! It’s on sheer rock and it’s got walls a hundred feet high! You make salients across the river! You’re bottled up and you’ve got nowhere to go and the allies could simply massacre you any time they want, and you act as if you’re just facing some kind of temporary setback! That’s what’s really happening, Lieutenant! You are just a last little detail!”
“Have a care, please,” Blouse warned.
“Excuse me, sir, but do you know anything about recent history? In the past thirty years you have declared war on every single one of your neighbors at least once! All countries fight, but you brawl. And then last year you invaded Zlobenia again! ”
“They invaded us, Mr. de Worde.”
“You have been misinformed, Lieutenant. You invaded the Kneck Province.”
“That was confirmed as Borogravian by the Treaty of Lint, more than a hundred years ago.”
“Signed at swordpoint, sir. And no one cares now, in any case. It’s all got beyond your stupid little royal scuffles. Because your men tore down the Grand Trunk, you see. The clacks towers. And tore up the coach road. Ankh-Morpork regards that as bandit activity.”
“Have a care, I said!” said Blouse. “I note you are displaying the Ankh-Morpork flag with evident pride on your wagon!”
“ Civis Morporkias Sum , sir. I am an Ankh-Morpork citizen. You could say that Ankh-Morpork shelters me under her wide and rather greasy wing, although, I agree, the metaphor could use some work.”
“Your Ankh-Morpork soldiers aren’t in a position to protect you, however.”
“Sir, you are right. You could have me killed right now,” said de Worde simply. “You know that. I know that. But you won’t, for three reasons. The officers of Borogravia tend towards honor. Everyone says that. That’s why they don’t surrender. And I bleed most distressingly. And you don’t need to, because everyone’s interested in you! Suddenly, it’s all changed!”
“ Interested in us?”
“Sir, in a sense you could help a lot right now. Apparently, people back in Ankh-Morpork were amazed when…look, have you heard about what we call ‘human interest,’ sir?”
“No.”
De Worde tried to explain. Blouse listened with
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