been successfully dispelled； the sergeant’s manner became more business…like。
“All right；” he said。 “Now； enough of this hiding underground。 Back to your posts。 We don’t
want to leave the firing trenches undefended and make the orks think it is a worthwhile time
launching another attack。 Go on。 Get moving； all of you。”
As the men in the dugout began to hurry out towards their trenches again； Larn’s last sight of
Chelkar came as he saw the sergeant turn to towards Corporal Grishen once more with further
instructions。
“Grishen； I want you to contact General Headquarters；” he heard the sergeant say。 “Inform them
Sector 1…13 is most certainly not in ork hands and make it clear we would consider it a great
personal favour if they would adjust their situation maps accordingly。 Oh； and you had better try
voxing Battery Command as well to ask them if in future they could please refrain from ordering
people to shoot at us。 It probably won’t work； of course。 But I suppose we should at least pretend we
believe the men in charge of this war have some idea of what it is they are doing。”
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INTERLUDE
As Above； So Below
or
Grand Marshal Kerchan and the Genius of Command
By any standard of measurement； the war was going badly。
Brooding as he sat through yet another interminable briefing His Excellency Grand Marshal
Tirnas Kerchan； Hero of the Varentis Campaign and Supreme Commander （All Forces） of the Most
Glorious Armies of the Emperor in Broucheroc； considered the facts he had learned so far that day
and found there was nothing there to please him。 For the best part of two hours now； from his place
at the head of the long table inside General HQ’s Central Briefing Room One； he had listened as a
succession of his commanders read aloud their latest situation reports to the assembled General
Staff。 Through it all； through all their pasty…faced dissemblings and pathetically transparent attempts
to lay the blame for their failures on others； the message at the heart of each man’s report was
exactly the same。
They were losing the war。
“Grand Marshal？” he heard his adjutant； Colonel Vlin； whisper from his chair by the side of
him； breaking his train of thought。
Disturbed from his despairing reverie； the Grand Marshal abruptly realised he had lost track of
the briefings。 Looking up he saw the eyes of every man at the table were turned to gaze his way；
nervously awaiting his reaction to the substance of the last report。 For a moment； unable to
remember the name of the man standing before him who had presented it； he found himself stymied。
“Yes； good。 Very good。” Kerchan harrumphed； then floundered。 “Most cogent and concise。 An
excellent analysis； General… ah…”
“Dushan；” Vlin said sotto voce； raising a sheath of papers in front of his mouth to hide the words
as he spoke them。
“Yes； General Dushan；” the Grand Marshal said； inclining his head toward the officer in
question and giving him a curt nod by way of encouragement。 “Your grasp of the situation is to be
commended。”
Clearly relieved； his face all but beaming at the praise； the ferret…faced Dushan puffed out his
chest with pride and bent forward in a low bow in grateful acknowledgement before taking his seat
once more。
Look at him； the Grand Marshal thought sourly。 The man is an idiot。 Still he is hardly unique in
that regard。 I am surrounded by idiots。 This whole damned city would seem to be staffed from first
to last with idiots； cowards and incompetents。
Briefly； the Grand Marshal idly wondered whether it might not be better to make an example of
Dushan。 To denounce him； here and now； and order him taken away to stand court martial on
charges of incompetence。 That might put the fear of the Emperor into the rest of them for a while； he
thought。 Force them to buck their ideas up for fear they’d he facing more of the same themselves。 As
attractive as the idea was； he found himself forced to dismiss it。 He had just praised the man； after
all。 To go back on that praise so quickly might make him seem indecisive。 No； like it or not； for the
rest of the day at least the idiot Dushan was beyond arrest； almost as inviolable to the Grand
Marshal’s powers as the body of an Imperial saint。 It was a matter of maintaining the proper respect
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for the chain of command。 Once the Grand Marshal had given voice to an opinion on a man there
could be no turning back。
And besides； thought Kerchan； I was the one who gave Dushan his position in the first place。 To
punish him for his inadequacies now might be perceived as an admission I was wrong to promote
him。 No matter what； a Grand Marshal can never admit to having made a mistake。 He must be seen
to be infallible。 To give credence to any thought otherwise would be to fatally undermine the rightful
awe every Guardsman naturally feels for the wisdom of their superiors。 Well； the awe that most of
them feel anyway。 It is the nature of war that； occasionally and inevitably； there will always be
dissenters。
With a distant stab of quiet anger； the Grand Marshal found himself remembering the officer
whose place Dushan had taken on the General Staff。 What was the man’s name； he thought。 Minor？
Minaris？ Minovan？ He was about to turn to Colonel Vlin to ask him the name of Dushan’s
predecessor； when abruptly it came to him。 Mirovan！ That was the man’s name。 The remembered
name brought with it a clearer picture in his mind of the individual to whom it belonged and Grand
Marshal Kerchan found his bleak and unhappy mood growing even darker。
Of all the men on his staff； Mirovan had always seemed the best and brightest。 An exemplary
field officer with an admirable record of citations for bravery behind him； Mirovan had made
general in a creditably short space of time。 If the man had any flaw at all； it was in the one single
characteristic Kerchan could never abide in a subordinate。
Insolence。
Mirovan had been so insolent in fact that two weeks ago he had even had the temerity to
question one of the Grand Marshal’s military decisions during a staff meeting。 Enraged； Kerchan
had demoted the man on the spot； busting him down to the rank of common trooper and ordering
him to be immediately posted to a frontline combat unit。 Next； in a hasty decision the Grand
Marshal now bitterly regretted； he had promoted the man’s less than able second…in…command； the
men…colonel Dushan； and ordered him to serve on the General Staff in Mirovan’s place。 Though he
had felt quite sure humbling Mirovan had been the right thing to do at the time； the Grand Marshal
now experienced a troubling sense of ill…defined unease。 In many ways Mirovan was an admirable
man； he thought sadly。 Certainly； he was a damn sight more competent than most of the toadies and
feckless lackeys who bedevil me sitting around this table day after day。 I wonder what happened to
him？
“He was a good man in his way；” the Grand Marshal said。 “It would be a pity if such a man were
dead。”
All around the table； the others were staring at him。 Kerchan realised he must have inadvertently
spoken his musings aloud； interrupting the flow of conversation around him as the members of the
General Staff discussed the significance or not of Dushan’s report。 On every side of him； as though
not entirely sure how they should react； generals stared towards him with expressions ranging from
uncertainty to quiet trepidation。 Even the ever…faithful Vlin seemed to be looking at him strangely。
Kerchan； however； felt no embarrassment。 If nothing else； a lifetime spent commanding soldiers had
taught him a simple truth。 A man with the absolute authority of life…or…death over others should
never feel any need to have to apologise for his own behaviour。
“I was remembering Mirovan；” he said； turning to look toward General Dushan。 “After his
demotion he was given over to your command； Dushan。 What happened to him？”
“I… I am not sure； your excellency；” Dushan said； almost squirming before the Grand Marshal’s
gaze。 “I left the matter of assigning him to a new posting to one of my aides。 As to where precisely
he was sent； I should have to check the battalion rosters…”
Faltering； failing miserably to hide his discomfort； Dushan’s voice gradually trailed away to
guilty silence。 He probably had the man posted to the worst unit and the most dangerous duties he
could find； Kerchan thought。 Somewhere right in the thick of the action no doubt； where Mirovan
would have been lucky to survive a week。 After all； with their former general still alive there would
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always be the danger of dissent and mutiny among the men who had served under him。 So； Mirovan
is likely dead then。 Not that I can fault Dushan’s decision…making in that regard； of course。 Dissent
is a cancer。 If I had been in his position； I would have done the same myself。
Then； looking at the eyes of the men seated around him； the Grand Marshal realised his mention
of Mirovan’s name had apparently had an entirely unforeseen consequence。 Every man there
seemed in the grip of the same queasy discomfort as Dushan； as though the recollection of
Mirovan’s sudden fall from grace had spooked them。 Watching them； the Grand Marshal began to
understand he had quite inadvertently achieved his original purpose。 Mentioning Mirovan did the
trick； he thought。 That seems to have put the fear of the Emperor in them； all right。 Not for the first
time； Kerchan was left dazzled by the extent of his own genius when it came to motivating the men
under his command。 I didn’t even realise I was doing it； he thought。 And yet still； by some happy
accident； I seem to have created exactly the effect I wanted。 No； not an accident。 Unconsciously or
not； the fact I achieved my aim means I must have intended to do so all along。 There are no
accidents when one is a Grand Marshal。 Then； making the effort to summon his most carefully
unreadable sinister half…smile； the Grand Marshal spoke to Dushan once more。
“No matter； Dushan；” he said； noting with satisfaction that the man seemed little reassured by
his manner。 “It was simply an idle thought； nothing more。 Now； on to other matters。 Colonel Vlin？
Who is scheduled to give the next briefing？”
“Magos Garan； your excellency；” his adj