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Updated: June 6, 2025
There had been light ground-action along the southern end of the perimeter King Firkked's regulars, reinforced by Zirk tribesmen and levies of townspeople, all of whom seemed to have firearms, were filtering in through the ruins of the labor-camp and the wreckage of the equipment-park and there was renewed sniping from the mountainside.
"Hear that, lieutenant?" he asked. "Head for it, at about a thousand feet. When we're directly above it, let go some flares." "Yes, sir." The younger man had lowered his voice to a whisper. "That's geeks; headed for the Reservation." "Maybe Firkked's army," von Schlichten thought aloud. "Or maybe a city mob." The noises were growing clearer, louder.
"There goes Firkked's thermoconcentrate stock," he said to Paula, who was standing beside him in front of the screen. Half an hour later, he discovered that he had been over-optimistic.
There were a few fires still burning from the bombardment of the night before Ullran, and particularly North Ullran, cities did not burn well and the blaze which had consumed the bulk of Firkked's stock of thermoconcentrate fuel had long ago burned out, leaving an area of six or eight blocks blackened and lifeless.
As the guests advanced across the roof, the herald banged again on his shield. "His Majesty, Carlos von Schlichten," which came out more or less as Karlok vonk Zlikdenk "King, by right of combat, of Skilk!" Von Schlichten advanced to meet his fellow-monarch, his own Spear of State, with Firkked's head still grinning from it, two paces behind him.
An escort of combat-cars was sent to meet it, and a battalion of Kragans and the survivors of Firkked's court were drawn up on the Palace roof.
You're authorized, in my name, to promise Jonkvank that he can assume political control at Skilk, after we've stuffed Firkked's head in the dustbin." Jules Keaveney, who always seemed to be where he wasn't wanted, heard that and fairly screamed. "General von Schlichten! That is a political decision!
The taking of the Palace was a gruesome business. Knowing exactly how much mercy they would have shown had they been storming the Residency, Firkked's soldiers and courtiers fought desperately and had to be exterminated, floor by floor, room by room, hallway by hallway. They had to fight for every inch downward.
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