The young Antillan frowned before saying, cautiously, “To some degree. But if the vord are getting ready to lay siege to the place, they won’t be eager to part with supplies.”

Varg growled, “Take them.”

Crassus turned to blink at Varg.

“We have numbers and your crafters. I could take the city with what forces I have here. So could you demons. Make sure they know we can take them. Don’t dither around with Aleran customs. Make it clear that they are obligated to cooperate.”

Tavi raised a hand. “We’ll solve that problem when we come to it. We still don’t know much about the internal situation at Antillus. Crassus?”

“My father’s banner isn’t flying there,” Crassus replied, his expression still showing his disturbance at Varg’s proposed diplomacy. “His seneschal, Lord Vanorius, is probably running the city. I think it would be wise for me to arrive ahead of the fleet, Your Highness, and let him know what’s happening.”

Tavi grimaced. “It’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission,” he said. “I’ll send you up as the fleet begins to debark, but a city full of frightened people might not react reasonably. I want to be on land with the Legions and the Canim warriors in good order by the time they’re able to respond.”

Crassus exhaled through his nose and nodded stiffly. “As you wish.”

Tavi turned back to the map. “Let’s see,” he said. “Vord are winning. Two-thousand-mile march. No supplies. Ten months to go before the survivors are wiped out.” He turned back to them. “I think that’s about it. Any questions?”

The last member of the campaign council wore the blue-and-red tunic of a Legion valet. His wispy white hair drifted around his mostly bald pate, his eyes were watery, and his hands, though covered with liver spots, were steady. “Ah. Your Highness?”

“Yes, Maestro Magnus?”

“As your de facto commander of intelligence, I...” He shrugged diffidently. “Believe that it’s just possible that I should be aware of the source of your information.”

He spoke the last several words through clenched teeth.

Tavi nodded soberly. “I can see why you’d feel that way.” He looked around at the rest of them. “Crassus and his Knights Aeris have found us a decent patch of ground to land upon. We’ll move in with the Legions and warriors first and debark the civilians as time allows.” Tavi turned to Varg, and said, “We’ll have to move quickly. I’ll do everything I can to make sure that your folk have whatever shelter is available.”

“So that the vord overrun them in a few days?” Nasaug asked.

Varg turned slightly toward his get with a faint, low growl of reproof. He faced Tavi without blinking. “His point is valid.”

Tavi inhaled deeply and nodded. “You’re right, of course. They’ll need the protection of the city’s walls.”