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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: John Mercy-of-Christ was the warlord of the True Faith, greatest fighter on Godsworld, but when he came up against the decadent people of Earth's all-powerful corporations he found his faith tested, his soul shaken, by an enemy he could not begin to match.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 1986
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2004

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Words: 67974
Reading time: 194-271 min.
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"He saith among the trumpets, Ha ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting." Job 39:25

The brass casings gleamed golden in the firelight as he picked up the first bullet. He handed it to a waiting warrior and solemnly spoke the ancient and meaningless ritual phrase, "Mekkit kant!"

The warrior accepted it with equal solemnity, then stepped back to make room for the next.

The ten bullets were distributed to ten men, and each of the chosen carefully slid the precious cartridge into his rifle. When all had done so, they settled comfortably on the ground to await the order to attack. Some cast occasional glances at the eastern horizon.

Around them their less fortunate comrades, those who had not been chosen to carry firearms in the coming battle, covered the hillside. Many of them, as they polished swords and knives, also looked to the east.

"Won't do no darn good watching the sunrise," said the man who had passed out the ammunition, "We go on Captain John's word, not before."

"He told us we'd attack at dawn, same as always," one of the riflemen replied.

"We probably will, then," said the first, "But it's at his word."

The other shrugged and looked to the east. The sky was blue now, no longer black, and the first warm hints of pink were beginning to show. Whatever the signal, he told himself, it would not be long in coming. He cradled his rifle in his arms and looked down the slope at the waiting horses.

The tent-flaps behind him parted and the commander stepped out, already dressed in his riding leathers, his sword on his hip and his helmet on his head.