Rally to the Banner
All told, Severin was glad to be back in Metz. After the brisk march to Amiens to reinforce the garrison against the Austrian and Dutch armies streaming in from the Netherlands, the regular pace of the return trip was downright placid. Especially after that episode with La Generale. La Petit Arpentuse was a solid defensive commander, and her stubbornness stood her well in that role. It did make a headache for her subordinates when trying to ensure her rest and recovery! She was worse about it than his own little one, given her sense of responsibility. That and trying to rush back to Metz merely aggravated her wounds. Hadn't she learned, an army returning from battle victorious had the luxury of time. Time to restock, tend to the wounded, bury the fallen. A victorious army had no need for haste, with the exception of an army headed once more to battle. A truly victorious army need not leave anyone behind as they returned home. He could somewhat understand her feelings, however, what with that Parisian commissioner flapping about like a vulture. Severin's collar always started to itch whenever that commissioner looked his way, and it would stop when Saint-Just would pin another with his stare. Eugh, politics.
From what Severin understood of the grand picture, the Republic had called up enough conscripts to plug the gaps in the northern front, with fresh corpses, if need be. Severin was skeptical of the idea of conscription. He could see the necessity, and quantity had quality of its own, but there was a certain elan that you could find in volunteers that conscripts typically lacked. Between a farmhand who enlisted and a farmhand plucked from the field, the enlistee would always be more motivated. Driven to learn skills, and more diligent in drill and on the march. Whatever their reason, they wanted something strongly enough that they went out of their way to give years of their life in-service to king and country. Well, best not to say that part aloud, but that drive made for better soldiers, in Severin's experience. This was why Severin was taking an unusual interest in the riders and messangers going out. While they were under Chamans' direct authority, Severin's de facto authority despite his rank had the riders snapping to attention at his approach.
"At ease men, just checking on the progress of your mission. Any sign?"
"Not yet, Capitan, the first group has yet to report in. They're scheduled to arrive within the half hour."
"Good, good, I'll be sure to be present for their return. Any activity on the far bank?"
"No, sir, just the occasional woodsman or hunter who leaves when challenged."
"Good to hear. Normally I'd leave it to Chamans to run perimeter security, but he's been much busier with La Generale recuperating. I'll see to it the Chasseurs establish some watch posts in the trees and on the surrounding hills. Maybe make use of those helioliths that arrived with La Generale. That sound good to you?"
"Aye, that'd be a great help sir. If we can free up more riders, we can range further, maybe pick up more units that would have been beyond our reach."
"Right, you lads, when you run into any of those scattered splinters of broken regiments, they'll be tired and downtrodden. They're what's left of the armies that got chewed up and spit out in the Netherlands. They lost and they know it. Don't ask, and no need to rub it in. But feel free to remind them that they've seen battle and lived. That's no mean feat. Even men who turned coward and ran, especially those men, will feel shame. If they've any moral fiber left in them, it'll be burning them up inside. So tell them that L'armee du Rhin is looking for volunteers. Men who are willing to fight, to defend their homes and loved ones, and stand shoulder-to-shoulder with their brothers-in-arms. The bonds of blood we shed on the battlefield are thicker than the water of the womb. The ones that want absolution and redemption will join up right away. Those who've seen enough of death and war won't have the will to fight. Just gently remind them that all who come to us are expected to serve, in some capacity. Whether that be in the battle line, the supply train, or the artillery, we'll find a place for them. If they want it enough, they'll follow us to the ends of the Earth."
"Er, have you been reading poetry again, Capitan?"
"And what if I have, Corporal? I've been trying to come up with some songs about the Battle at Mainz, and now Amiens, since SOMEONE hasn't be writing new songs, isn't that right, de Lisle!"
"Oh shut your face, Severin, we're all busy! Don't you have some soldats to teach how to roll in the mud, or something?"
As the two staff officers get into another silly argument, one of the riders quietly asks the Corporal a question.
"Er, Corporal, should we do something?"
"You must be new, Private. They're always doing this. It's just a bit worse than usual with La Generale out of action."