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putting a dressing on Leden’s damaged nose。 “I mean； granted he can be tough； but he’s pretty fair
with it。”
“Dair？” Leden said； outraged。 “Da dastard doke by dose！”
“It could have been worse； Leden；” Hallan said。 “Usually when Ferres thinks a trooper’s gun
isn’t clean enough he kicks him in the balls。 At least this way I haven’t got to get you to drop your
pants to tend your injuries。 And besides； next time the sergeant gives you a choice between face；
chest； or gut maybe you’ll be smart enough to say ‘toe’。”
“Ha； say that and you’ll definitely catch one in the balls；” Jenks laughed。 “No； once Ferres has a
burr riding him he’s going to hurt you one way or another。 You ask me； only thing you can do is
take your lumps and tough it out。 Unless you’re like Larnie here； of course。 The perfect
Guardsman。”
At that； they all smiled。 Even though the jibe — such as it was — was directed at him； Larn
smiled with them。 Even without the light tone in his companion’s voice； he would have known
Jenks was only joking。 The perfect Guardsman。 Larn might well have just passed muster； but he did
not have any pretensions in that regard。 Even after two months of basic training； he felt no more a
Guardsman now than he had on the day when he had first been drafted。
For a moment； while the others continued their conversation around him； Larn considered how
much his life had changed in the space of a few short months。 The day after his conversation with
his father in the cellar he had taken the landrailer to the town of Willans Ferry； and from there on to
the regional capital Durnanville to report for induction。 From Durnanville he had been sent two
hundred kilometres east； to a remote staging post where for the last two months they had trained him
to become a Guardsman。
He found himself looking at his comrades。 Hallan was small and dark； Jenks tall and fair； but
despite the differences between them he realised they did not look any more like Guardsmen than
either him or Leden。 Himself included； they all still looked like what they were — farmboys。 Like
him； they were all the sons of farmers。 So for that matter were most of the men in the regiment。
They were all of them farmboys； fresh from the fields and accustomed to lives of peaceful obscurity。
The arrival of the induction notices had changed that forever。 Now； for better or worse； they found
themselves conscripted as Guardsmen。 Two thousand green and unproven recruits； sent for basic
training at this staging post before they left Jumael IV for good。 Two thousand would…be
Guardsmen； given over to the tender mercies of men like Sergeant Ferres in the hope they could be
made into soldiers by the time they got their first taste of action。
“Anyway； if you ask me； Hallan is right；” Jenks said； his voice breaking into Larn’s thoughts。 “I
mean； hard as Ferres is； at least you know where you stand with him。 Besides； I suppose he’s earned
the right to be hard。 Unlike the rest of us； I hear he was regular PDF back before he got drafted。 He’s
probably the only man in this entire regiment who knows anything about soldiering。 And； believe
you me； when we make our first drop and the lasfire starts flying we’ll be glad they gave us a man
like that to lead us。”
“Do you ever think about it； Jenks？” Larn asked。 “Do you ever think about what it will be like
the first time we see action？”
In response the others fell silent then； their faces troubled and uneasy。 For as long as the silence
lasted； Larn worried he had said too much。 He worried that something in his voice； some tremor
perhaps or even the very fact he had thought to ask the question at all had been enough to cause the
others to start to doubt him。 Then； finally； Hallan smiled at him： the smile telling him that all of
them felt the same nervousness he did at the thought of seeing combat。
“Don’t worry； Larnie；” he said； “Even if you do get hit I’ll be on hand to patch you up。”
“Lot of comfort that is；” Jenks said。 “I thought you said the only reason they made you a medic
was because you were a veterinary back home。”
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“Actually； it was my father who was the veterinary — I just used to help him out；” Hallan said。
“So not only do I know how to mend wounds； Jenks； but if we come across a pregnant grox I’ll be
able to assist with the birthing as well。”
“Just so long as you don’t get the two mixed up； Hals；” Jenks said。 “Bad enough if I should get
wounded； without having to worry about you trying to put your hand up my backside because you
think I’m about to calf。”
They all laughed； the sombre mood of a few moments before gratefully forgotten。 Then； seeing
something at the other end of the mess hall； Jenks nodded towards it。
“Hey oh；” he said。 “Looks like dinner’s here at last。”
Following the direction of Jenks’ nod； Larn looked over to see Vorrans — the fifth member of
their fireteam — hurrying over towards them with a stack of mess trays balanced in his hands in
front of him。
“It’s about time；” Hallan said。 “I swear my stomach’s so empty I was starting to think my
throat’d been cut。” Then； as Vorrans arrived at the table and began to hand out the mess trays：
“Zell’s tears； what took you so long； Vors？ This food is barely warm！”
“It’s not my fault the mess line is so crowded this time of day； Hals Vorrans said。 “Besides；
yesterday when it was your turn at mess duty I don’t remember you getting the food here any faster。
And anyway； remember what you said then？ Your exact words were ‘It’s not like this slop tastes
any better hot。’ That’s what you said。”
“Excuses； excuses；” Hallan replied； before turning his attention fully to the contents of his mess
tray。 “Though I was right enough about this slop。 Back home we wouldn’t have fed this to the grox。
Still it fills a hole； I suppose。”
“Fills a hole is right；” Jenks said； pulling a spoon from his mess kit and using it to prod
suspiciously at the sticky grey stew in his own mess tray。 “You should keep back some of this and
take it into battle with you； Hals。
“Anybody gets wounded you can use this stuff to glue them back together。”
“I try to pretend to myself it’s alpaca stew；” Larn said。 “You know； like they make back home。”
“And does that work； Larnie？” Jenks said。 “Does it make it taste any better？”
“Not so far；” Larn admitted with a shrug。
“What amazes me；” said Vorrans； “is here we are； surrounded by wheat fields on every side in
one of the most productive farming regions on the entire planet。 Yet； every day； instead of giving us
real food they give us this reconstituted swill。 If you ask me； it makes no sense。”
“Well； that’s your mistake right there； Vors；” Jenks said。 “Asking questions。 Don’t you
remember the big speech Colonel Stronhim gave us on the first day of induction？”
“Men of the Jumael 14th；” Hallan said； his voice taking on a false gravity as he mocked the stern
patrician tones of their regimental commander。 “In the months and years to come you will find
yourselves assailed by a thousand questions every time you are dispatched to a new theatre of
operations。 You will ask yourselves where you are going； how long will it take to get there； what
will the conditions be like when you arrive。 You must put such things from your mind。 The Guard’s
divinely ordained command structure will tell you what you need to know； when you need to know
it。 Always remember； there is no place in a Guardsman’s mind for questions。 Only obedience！”
“That was really good； Hals；” Larn said。 “You captured the old man’s voice perfectly。”
“Well； I’ve been practising；” Hallan said； delighted。 “Though I tell you there are only two
questions I want answered： where are they sending us for our first posting； and when is it going to
happen。”
“I wouldn’t hold your breathy on that count； Hals；” Jenks said。 “I wouldn’t expect them to tell us
anything of the sort until they’re good and ready。 And anyway； even if they have decided where and
when we’re going； you can be sure we’ll be the last to know about it。”
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CHAPTER THREE
15：17 hours Imperial Standard Time
（Empyreal Variance Revised Approximation）
Answers in the Briefing Room — Warp Sickness and the Rhythms of Sleep — On the Care and
Handling of Imaginary Ordnance
“We should be there in three weeks； maybe four；” the naval officer said； standing illuminated in the
glow of the star chart on the pict…display behind him。 “Though given the vagaries of warp travel and
the relativity of time in the Empyrean； you should understand that giving anything even resembling
a definite answer in this regard is entirely out of the question。 Furthermore； there is always the
possibility that what may seem like three weeks to us may prove to have been a somewhat longer
period once we emerge from the warp。 As I say； time is relative in the Empyrean。”
The officer droned on； his sentences strewn with terms like “trans…temporal fluidity”； “real…space
eddies”； and a dozen other similarly indecipherable phrases。
Sitting in the confines of a briefing room already made cramped and stifling by the presence of
an entire company of Guardsmen crammed inside it； Larn fo