"Yes, we shall destroy it. In fact"-Atvar flicked one eye toward a chronometer-"it is already destroyed. Thus we avenge ourselves for Rome; thus we visit horror on Deutschland in exchange for the horror the Deutsche visited upon us." He sighed wearily. "And for what? The Deutsche continue to resist us. This latest bomb had nuclear materials entirely of their own making. And much of the radiation from our nuclear explosions on Deutsch territory-and from that of their first weapon, the one east of Breslau-is blown east and contaminates our holdings and our males in Poland."

"It contaminates the Deutsche first and worse, Exalted Fleetlord," Kirel said.

Atvar hissed out a sad sigh. "Truth, and I thank you for trying to cheer me with it. But another truth is that the Deutsche, whether out of sheer ignorance or simply their own savagery-given some of their practices before we arrived, the latter strikes me as not at all unlikely-well, as I say, whatever the reason may be, the Deutsche do not seem to care what happens to their own males and females."

"What happens in the generations to come will make them care," Kirel said.

"Truth again," Atvar answered, "and if you put this truth to the Deutsch not-emperor-the Fuhrer, Fuhrer, he calls himself-I know precisely what he would say: 'So what?' If something suffices for the moment, the Big Uglies care nothing for long-term consequences." he calls himself-I know precisely what he would say: 'So what?' If something suffices for the moment, the Big Uglies care nothing for long-term consequences."

"This irony bites us again and again," Kirel said. "We must have a care for the future management of Tosev 3 in order to preserve it more or less intact for the settlers aboard the colonization fleet, while those native to the planet would cheerfully fling it into the cremator for the sake of a temporary advantage."

Pshing's face appeared on the communicator screen. "Exalted Fleetlord, excuse the interruption," Atvar's adjutant said, "but, per your orders, I report the successful destruction by atomic weapon of the Deutsch city of Hamburg. All aircraft involved in the mission have returned safely to base."

"Thank you," the fleetlord said, and Pshing's image vanished. Atvar turned his eye turrets back toward Kirel. "The war has grown unpredictable." No stronger curse could have come from a male of the Race. "Deutschland and the United States both continue to produce atomic weapons; the SSSR may yet succeed in building one of its own. All the Tosevite powers now use poisonous gases of various sorts against us. The Deutsche have joined them to missiles. How long will it be before they or some other empires or not-empires develop missiles whose guidance systems are more accurate than the crude ones they use, or until they make missiles large enough, or nuclear weapons small enough, to use together?"

"Those are major technological steps, Exalted Fleetlord," Kirel said. "They would require many decades, perhaps many centuries-"

"-For us," Atvar broke in. "For the Big Uglies, who can say? Who can say, Shiplord? The more contact we have with the Tosevites, the more demoralized our males become. Where will it end? What is happening to us here?"

"Exalted Fleetlord, I think-"

Before Kirel could say what he thought, he was interrupted again, not by Atvar this time but by Pshing, whose features came back on the communicator screen. Like Kirel, he began, "Exalted Fleetlord-"

Atvar knew a sinking feeling. This was not an ordered call, which meant it had to be an emergency. "Speak," he said, dreading what his adjutant would say.

"Exalted Fleetlord-" Now Pshing hesitated on his own, searching, no doubt, for the least appalling way to frame whatever the latest disaster was. At last, he went on, "Exalted Fleetlord, we have reports a landcruiser and infantry base in the region of the SSSR known as Siberia no longer, ah, respond to orders."

"It has fallen to the Big Uglies?" Atvar asked.

Pshing hesitated again, longer this time. "Exalted Fleetlord, it would appear not. The fragmentary communications we had before it stopped responding or transmitting suggest internal disorders instead. The base commandant, Hisslef, is believed slain." The adjutant hissed in anguished dismay. "Exalted Fleetlord, it appears to be a-a mutiny." He hissed again once the awful word was out.

"A mutiny?" Atvar stared at the communicator screen. He was too shocked even to be angry. That might come later, but not yet. Males of the Race-loyal, obedient, cohesive-rising up against their commanders? Killing Killing their commanders, if the report Pshing had was correct? It could never have happened, not on any world under the Emperor's dominion. On Tosev 3-As he had to Kirel, Atvar cried, "What is happening to us here?" His voice came out a frightened moan. their commanders, if the report Pshing had was correct? It could never have happened, not on any world under the Emperor's dominion. On Tosev 3-As he had to Kirel, Atvar cried, "What is happening to us here?" His voice came out a frightened moan.

Harry Turtledove was born in Los Angeles in 1949. He has taught ancient and medieval history at UCLA, Cal State Fullerton, and Cal State L.A., and has published a translation of a ninth-century Byzantine chronicle, as well as several scholarly articles. He is also an award-winning full-time writer of science fiction and fantasy. His alternate history works have included several short stories and novels, including was born in Los Angeles in 1949. He has taught ancient and medieval history at UCLA, Cal State Fullerton, and Cal State L.A., and has published a translation of a ninth-century Byzantine chronicle, as well as several scholarly articles. He is also an award-winning full-time writer of science fiction and fantasy. His alternate history works have included several short stories and novels, including The Guns of the South The Guns of the South, How Few Remain How Few Remain (winner of the Sidewise Award for Best Novel), the (winner of the Sidewise Award for Best Novel), the Great War Great War epics: epics: American Front American Front and and Walk in h.e.l.l Walk in h.e.l.l, and the Colonization Colonization books: books: Second Contact Second Contact and and Down to Earth Down to Earth. His new novel is American Empire: The Center Cannot Hold American Empire: The Center Cannot Hold. He is married to fellow novelist Laura Frankos. They have three daughters: Alison, Rachel, and Rebecca.

BOOKS BY HARRY TURTLEDOVE.

The Guns of the South

THE WORLDWAR SAGA.

Worldwar: In the Balance

Worldwar: Tilting the Balance

Worldwar: Upsetting the Balance

Worldwar: Striking the Balance

COLONIZATION.

Colonization: Second Contact

Colonization: Down to Earth

Colonization: Aftershocks

THE VIDESSOS CYCLE.

The Misplaced Legion

An Emperor for the Legion

The Legion of Videssos

Swords of the Legion

THE TALE OF KRISPOS.

Krispos Rising

Krispos of Videssos

Krispos the Emperor

THE TIME OF TROUBLES SERIES.

The Stolen Throne

Hammer and Anvil

The Thousand Cities

Videssos Besieged

Noninterference

Kaleidoscope

A World of Difference

Earthgrip

Departures

How Few Remain

THE GREAT WAR.

The Great War: American Front

The Great War: Walk in h.e.l.l

The Great War: Breakthroughs

American Empire: Blood and Iron

American Empire: The Center Cannot Hold