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Chapter 585: The Day of Embarkment

Three days later, fifteen hundred soldiers of the Tooth Extraction Campaign boarded their ships and moved downriver toward Redwater City.

Simultaneously, the rest of the First Army began escorting ammunition and provisions northward along the inland waterway — Redwater River to the King’s City river, the King’s City river to Sanwan River, Sanwan River to Deepvalley Town — the full length of it, measured in weeks rather than days. To sustain a deployment on this scale, Roland had requisitioned every paddle steamer in Neverwinter and contracted thirty sailing ships from Margerie’s Chamber of Commerce for the slower cargo.

The arithmetic worked out: three thousand soldiers and their artillery stores could reach the Northern Region within a month, arriving before July. In the modern world, this would have been a weekend’s logistics problem — three or four ferries, one trip. Here, it was an unprecedented feat of coordination.

The plan was for the vanguards to accumulate enough God’s Stones of Retaliation during the Tooth Extraction Campaign before pushing north themselves. Eventually, forty-five hundred soldiers would converge on Deepvalley Town, and the massed weight of them would force the church into a confrontation at Coldwind Ridge.

There was, as always, a contingency plan — two, in fact.

If the church responded faster than expected and sent a God’s Punishment Army column south across the Impassable Mountain Range to hit Neverwinter directly, the five hundred defenders remaining in the city would hold. Defenders had advantages. The 152mm stronghold cannon gave them more. As for the second scenario — the church abandoning Hermes and crossing into Graycastle from the border with Kingdom of Dawn — that would be a lose-lose outcome, a war of attrition that would cost both sides dearly. Roland’s kingdom would take population losses; the church would lose its holy city and, with it, the faith that made it what it was.

No rational Pope would trade Hermes for anything.

The Pearl of the Northern Region departed with the first fleet.

Edith stood at the railing as the ship pulled away from the dock. “Please don’t worry, Your Majesty. I’ll write to my father — he’ll send half the Northern Region’s grain stores to the soldiers. The Lord of Deepvalley Town will accommodate any request the First Army makes.”

“Aren’t you going back to see your family?” Roland asked.

“I’d rather follow the First Army and participate in every engagement.” She raised one hand to sweep her hair back and bowed. “Please take care of my brother.”

“I’ll take care of him.”

“Then I’ll wait for you in Deepvalley Town. For the real war.”

The ship moved into the current and the dock fell away.

Beside Roland, Nightingale made a quiet sound of disdain. “Tut-tut. Life-and-death campaign, and she talks about it like she’s going to a garden party.”

“Hmm.”

“Did you not notice? That gesture — raising her hair. There was no wind. She did it deliberately.” Nightingale’s tone was precise and satisfied. “Of course, it may simply be ingrained habit, seducing men until the motion becomes automatic.”

“Are you still upset about the letter?” Roland shook his head. “I’ve told you — it’s impossible. Besides, did she lie about any of it?”

A reluctant pause. “Essentially, no. When she pledged loyalty and described the combat arrangements, she was truthful.”

“Good. Let’s go back.”


Neverwinter lived under the pressure of approaching war, but the months of the Months of Demons had not been idle. Projects completed themselves one by one.

The most significant was the Western Region’s own estuary, which Lotus had finished precisely on schedule. The moment Roland received the report, the Ministry of Construction mobilized: within days, temporary docks and warehouses occupied the deep-water site. The natural harbor meant larger ships could be built — but Anna was wholly committed to military production, and the shipbuilding plans would wait until the war was over.

Highway 67 had begun construction: a road running from the Redwater Bridge to the south end of Shallow Beach, connecting the industrial zone to the new harbor. The crew was the same team that had built the Kingdom Main Street. Roland kept his promise to them — nearly half of the workers who had performed exceptionally were granted Neverwinter residency and issued identity cards.

The first coke oven on North Slope Mountain also went into production mode during this period, though it had come close to never being built at all. The trial runs had been a catalogue of disasters: the first time, the furnace was not vented and the air used for dry distillation simply burned; the second, temperature control failed and the coking process misfired entirely; the third, a clogged exhaust pipe had driven a flame back out of the furnace in a situation that Summer’s playback ability alone had kept from turning fatal. After each failure, the problems had been isolated and corrected. The improved ovens now ran in full production swing.

On the military side, the howitzer had finally succeeded.

The shell was not large; the reload rate was modest. Neither mattered much. Within a ten-meter radius, it was fatal. Combined with fragmentation debris, its lethal radius expanded to two or three times that. The existing 152mm artillery could already reach targets nearly ten kilometers away, placing the rear echelons of an enemy formation directly under fire — the howitzer would destroy whatever was left of them. No one in this era could conceive of what this kind of war looked like from the receiving end.

The constraint was mobility. A heavy howitzer required Hummingbird to move efficiently, and on unpaved ground, the battle could support at most two of them. Roland was not willing to leave them behind for the sake of convenience.

The news about the steam turbine was, comparatively, a footnote. Whether it was an improved riverboat or a thermal generator, there was not enough manpower to develop them simultaneously — and after the message from Kingdom of Dawn had arrived, the entire city had shifted to a war footing. Every resource flowed toward the campaign. Anna was not exempt. Mornings: artillery shells and fuzes. Afternoons: components for the heavy machine guns. Every day, the same.

The arsenal ran three shifts. Mystery Moon and Candle kept every machine tool at full capacity without breaking down, and the bullet and rifle production lines did not stop.

Shortly after Roland returned to his office, a carrier pigeon arrived from the Fjords.

He recognized Tilly’s seal before he broke it.

He read the letter quickly. Then sat with it a moment.

“Nightingale,” he said, “find Maggie.”

She appeared from whatever fold of the fog she had been occupying.

“Bring Soraya to intercept the departing fleet. Let Iffy do what the letter describes.”

“Coo!”

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