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noted.
    ‘Organization on that scale for an Inapt kinden is indeed impressive, General,’ the man said blandly. ‘Certainly it must have represented the high point of Commonweal strength,
because the balance of the war was just a staggered holding action.’
    ‘So what about the Sixth? I thought it was a great triumph.’
    ‘Oh, well,’ the officer said, ‘a small detachment of Auxillian engineers had been split off to fortify a nearby camp, and thus escaped the massacre. Then they came under attack
themselves from what should have been an overwhelming Commonwealer force. However they managed to hold out for seven days from behind their fortifications, and killed so many of the enemy that the
relieving force was able to put the Dragonflies to flight and save the honour of the Empire.’
    ‘And those Auxillians were Bee-kinden?’
    ‘Yes, sir. And so the new Sixth, when it re-formed, became known as the Hive.’
    Malkan watched as the gates to his camp opened, and the newcomers began to file in. At the very head of the army, the vanguard itself was composed of a rigid block of heavily armoured soldiers,
too short and stocky to be Wasp-kinden, and dressed in black and gold uniforms halved down the front, rather than sporting the usual horizontal stripes. It seemed the Bee-kinden at Masaki had won
themselves some privileges in their mindless defence of another race’s Empire.
    ‘So tell me about General Praeter,’ he said. ‘He wasn’t the original general, of course.’
    ‘No, sir. General Haken died at Masaki, which most think was the best thing that could have happened to him. Praeter was merely a lieutenant at the time, but he had already been given
command of the engineers. Rumour suggests that he was not popular with his superiors, and it was a punishment duty.’
    ‘Engineers and glory seldom go hand in hand,’ Malkan admitted. Praeter had been the man the Empire chose to make a hero, though. He had been the only Wasp-kinden officer available
for the post, hence the man’s sudden rise through the ranks.
    ‘They say he is a little . . . too comfortable with the Auxillians,’ the intelligence officer said carefully, ‘and he likes things done his way. Traditional ways.’
    ‘We shall have to see about that,’ Malkan decided. ‘Send a message to him. Give him two hours to settle his men, and then I request his presence.’
    Praeter was older than Malkan had expected, and his short-cut hair was liberally dusted with grey. He must have been quite an old lieutenant, at Masaki. He was relatively
slight of build, neither tall nor broad of shoulder. The two Bee-kinden soldiers who clanked in alongside him were barely shorter, and much more heavily set. He wore a simple black cowled cloak
over his armour.
    ‘General Praeter,’ Malkan acknowledged.
    ‘General Malkan.’
    Malkan had expected resentment from the older man forced to serve under the younger’s guidance, yet Praeter’s manner was anything but, which triggered a current of unease.
    ‘Alone, General,’ he suggested. ‘I think we should speak alone.’ His pointed glance took in the two Bees, without deigning to acknowledge his own intelligence
officer.
    Praeter frowned, glancing back at his men.
    ‘I did not ask you here to have you murdered, General,’ declared Malkan, with hollow good humour.
    The older man nodded to the two Bees, who ducked back out of the square-framed tent that Malkan commanded from. Nevertheless the sound of the two of them taking up stations outside the door was
pointedly clear.
    ‘They’re obviously fond of you,’ Malkan noted.
    ‘We’ve been through a lot,’ Praeter agreed, expressionless.
    ‘How many of them? Bee-kinden Auxillians, I mean?’
    ‘Two thousand, one hundred and eight.’
    Malkan glanced at his intelligence officer, his smile brittle. ‘General, are you quite mad? Surely you’ve heard the news from Szar. What happens when your Bee-kinden troops hear it
too?’
    ‘They have