“No.” Cletus shook his head. “Earth’s lost its influence on the new worlds. You’ll tell them that, back there. From now on any colony can hire half the number of Dorsai troops that the Alliance or the Coalition supplies to their enemy—and defeat the Earth troops easily. The Dorsais will always win, and any colony can afford to hire them.”
Dow frowned. “It’s you that make Dorsais potent,” he said. “And you won’t last forever.”
“But I will.” Cletus had to pause to fight off the encroaching dizziness again. Barely, once more, he won the battle and went on.
“Just as you said—I wasn’t here when you landed. And a planetful of women, children and oldsters beat you. That’s because I was as good as here. You see these two?” He nodded weakly toward Arvid and Bill.
“There’re the two parts of me,” he said, almost whispering now. “The theoretician and the field general. The only orders I left them was to defend Dorsai. But they defended it just the way I would have—right down to being here, when I knew they would, to rescue me from you. There’s no end to the Dorsais now. Earth won’t ever have troops able to beat them.” The dizziness surged in on him and he forced it back.
”…why?” he heard Dow saying. He looked about for the man and saw the lean face under the black hair and graying temples floating as if on a field of mist.
“It’s time for the new worlds to go free,” Cletus said. “They had to break loose from the Alliance, the Coalition—from all Earth—and make themselves into what they’re meant to be. It was time. I did it.”
”…because of the books you wanted to write, you said.” Dow’s voice faded out almost to nothingness and then roared like the sound of surf on his ears.
“That… too…“ Cletus held hard to the table edge behind him with both hands, for the floor was threatening to dissolve under his feet. “The last sixteen volumes will be tactics only as Dorsais-to-come can use… no use to ordinary military, back on Earth. Only with a new sort of soldier… with restraint… obligation… mind and body…“
There was no more.
After what seemed many centuries of nothingness, he drifted back to fuzzy consciousness to find himself lying on a bed. A young commandant wearing medical insignia was just finishing a broad bandage across his upper chest, and behind the commandant stood Melissa and Mondar.
“I’m not dead… then?” he asked, hearing the words come out in a whisper so weak it was ridiculous.
“Dow used the wrong weapon on you, Cletus,” said Mondar. “Darts that trigger a state of physical shock and collapse are all right for killing ordinary men, but not one like you, who’s trained his physiological processes to obey his will automatically. You’re going to live—isn’t he, Doctor?”
“Absolutely.” The medical commandant straightened up and stepped back from the bedside. “He should have died on his feet within the first minute and a half after he was hit. When he got past that point, there was no place for his system to go but toward recovery.”
He handed a hypospray arm band to Melissa. “See that he does a lot of sleeping,” he said. “Come on, Outbond.”
The figures of the two men moved out from Cletus’s field of vision. He heard a door close at a little distance. Melissa sat down in the chair the doctor had occupied and began to strap the hypospray around Cletus’s sleeveless right arm.
“You don’t have to do that,” he whispered to her. “You can go now, to Earth or anywhere you want. It’s all over.”
“Don’t talk,” she said. “It’s all nonsense, anyway. If I’d wanted to go, I’d have gone right after you made me marry you. I could have dreamed up some excuse—to explain it to Dad. You know he’d believe anything I told him.”
He stared at her. “Then why didn’t—”
“Because you told me you loved me,” she said. “That was all I wanted to know.”
He rolled his head a little, weakly and negatively, on the pillow. “I said—”
She finished strapping the hypospray on his wrist and bent down and kissed him, stopping the words on his lips.
“You idiot!” she said, fiercely and tenderly. “You magnificent, genius-idiot! Do you think I paid any attention to what you said?”
Gordon R. Dickson, Tactics of Mistake
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