out there, pioneering families trying to establish British American interests in the wilds, but itâs a dangerous life.â
âIâd been given to understand there were already people there,â said Bent. âThe Indians?â
âWell, yes.â Lyle coughed. âBut Iâm talking about civilized peoples, Mr. Bent.â
âAnd do the Japanese have designs on this free land?â asked Gideon.
âWe all have designs on expansion, Mr. Smith,â said Lyle. He pointed the cane to the far south. âExcept for New Spain, maybe. Their perpetual war with the French back in Europe means theyâre pulling resources out of the Americas, not putting them in.â The cane danced northward. âUp here is Canada, where weâre making small gains. But itâs an unforgiving territory thatâll take a lot of taming. Which is why weâre concentrating on expanding our borders westward.â
Lyle tapped the eastern coastline far below New York and ran the cane across the map to just below Nyu Edo. âAnd this is British Americaâs greatest feat of engineering. The Mason-Dixon Wall. Two thousand miles of brick, stone, and mortar, stretching clear across the continent. Back in 1833 when the Slavery Abolition Act was passed, the southern states didnât like it, not one bit. So they seceded and formed the Confederacy. At first London wanted us to take the land back, it being cotton-rich country. But advances in air travel meant we could get cotton from India, so we let âem be. Besides, London wouldnât send us more troops and resources, and we just couldnât get embroiled in a war that could last decades. So we cleared out good, decent folk from points south, and brought them into British America properly. And Queen Victoria decided in 1838 that if British America couldnât reclaim the southern lands, then weâd build a wall to keep them out.â
The cane swept westward. âAnd over here, we have French Louisiana. Louis the Sixteenth fled here after the British punished the French for their part in the failed American Revolution. They say he fell in with witches. They say heâs still alive, presiding over a hellish city-state of black magic and fornication.â
âSounds right up my street,â said Bent, chuckling.
Lyle leveled a serious stare at him. âI doubt youâd say that if you had the misfortune to find yourself in New Orleans, sir. The spies weâve sent down ⦠well, they never came back.â
âCanât say I blame âemâall that effing fornication.â
Lyle moved on. âAnd then we have Texas. It was always wild country down there. The warlords started off as British governors, but a few of them got together after the Wall was built, decided they didnât want to pay their taxes and didnât want to be beholden to a London that had cut them off with the Confederacy and French Louisiana. Neither did they like being told they couldnât keep slaves. They didnât want any part of the Confederacy, though; they wanted to live their own way. Theyâre godless, violent slavers, Mr. Smith, who will stop at nothing to ensure their anarchic, lawless way of life is preserved. Theyâre killers, ravishers. They make their own rules, and they arenât the rules of civilized men. They take what they want and murder anyone who tries to stop them.â
Lyle fell silent, and Gideon asked, âMr. Lyle, how much do you know about our mission?â
Lyle looked around the table. âYou all have the necessary clearances ?â
âOf course. You can speak freely here. I would trust Mr. Bent and Rowena with my life. Have done, many times.â
Lyle nodded, though he still seemed cautious. âI received a full briefing, of course, about what youâre doing here. From the highest authority.â
âOh, get on with it, Lyle,â said Bent. âYou can say