So it was not quite safe. His father surveyed the room—then, embarrassingly, as if he were a child, flung open the inner door and had a look in the bedroom. The bed in there was made and there was nothing out of place. He was very glad they had not just tossed stray items in there.
His father walked back again, set fists on hips and looked down at him. “The staff is keeping you in good state.”
“Nand’ Bren has a very good staff,” he said. “And we try to be no trouble to them at all.”
“Ha.” His father had been arguing with Great-grandmother. He was still mad. That was clear. But he was not being unreasonable.
Then his father asked: “Do you have the leastnotion what is at stake on this coast?”
He didknow that answer. He had listened when his elders talked, because it wasimportant. “The Edi people are connected to the Gan, up the coast in the Islands and the north coast. The Edi and the Gan both used to live on the island of Mospheira, before the humans landed, and now because we Ragi gave the island to humans, they live on our coast, which the Marid used to think they owned.”
“ Didthey own it?”
He knew that answer, too. “No, honored Father. The Marid claimed the whole southern half of the west coast, but an association of local clans owned it. The Marid had tried to bully all the clans that were here. Then the Edi came in, and the Edi got along with the local clans well enough, especially since the Edi helped throw the Marid out and back into their own territory. Then the Edi fought among themselves, mostly, until Great-grandfather put a Maschi clan lord in charge of the coast and created Sarini Province. And now that Lord Geigi of the Maschi has been in space all these years and his nephew has turned out to be a total fool, the Marid thinks they can get back onto the west coast, which is what nand’ Bren and Great-grandmother just stopped. And the Edi are all upset with the Marid, but they are grateful, too, to nand’ Bren and Great-grandmother, which is why they wanted to talk—nand’ Bren is their neighbor, and they feel an association there, and they really respect elder people, especially elder ladies, and, besides—” He was getting too many “ands,” which Great-grandmother said was undignified, so he tried to amend it. “Besides, Great-grandmother has influence with you, she is an associate of Lord Geigi, too, and her own province is on the other side of the world, so she would be a very smart alliance for them. They know shewould not want their land. And she is associated with nand’ Bren, so there is a local connection.”
His father bent an absolutely dispassionate face toward him, which, since he doubted his father had reason to lose his temper further than he had already lost it, probably meant that his father was actually amused at his account. One might take offense at that, because he had tried hard to understand what was going on—except it was certainly better than his father losing his temper.
“Tolerably well-reckoned,” his father said. “But there is risk in staying here, boy, which agitates your great-uncle considerably. Not to mention your mother.”
“If the Edi fall out of the aishidi’tat and the Marid starts fighting them, there will be a lot of assassinations, and youcould be in danger, honored Father, even in the capital, not to mention other people who will get hurt all over the place. If the Edi clan protects this coast and it allies to the Gan and to Great-grandmother in the East, that will annoy some people, but it will make this coast stronger, so the Marid can never come in here again. And if nand’ Bren had notfound out the Marid were plotting to take Kajiminda, then the Taisigi of the Marid would have gotten a claim to it. And they would have killed off the Maschi one at a time until they got somebody else stupid like Baiji to make a treaty with them. And then you would have to come in and fight them and it would have been a muchbigger mess than having the Edi as allies and letting them have a house of their own.”
“Clever, clever boy. All your great-grandmother’s arguments in a pleasant package.”
It was not time to be pert with his father. Not at all. Cajeiri made a judicious bow.
“Do you already know you are about to become the elder of my offspring?” his father asked him then, which took a second thought, and rapidly three and four. “Is that what has prompted this current adventurism?”
Elder? As in—two? And with the same mother? Surely with his mother! He would be very upset if his father ended the contract with his mother and she went away. And Uncle Tatiseigi would be furious.
“No, honored Father. Is the mother mymother?”
“The same,” his father said, immediately relieving him of one huge concern.
“Am I to have a brother?” That could be good or bad. He had no idea. It could be fun.
“Or a sister,” his father said.
Among humans, one apparently had a way of telling. But either was important news. It affected his place in the world, but not too much, since the parentage was all the same two clans, Ragi and his mother’s Ajuri clan.
And having a baby of the same heritage might divert his mother andhis great-uncle from excessive worry about him, which could be good.
But—
—which would not be good—
Great-grandmother would have another great-grandchild to fuss over, who would get all the favors.
Thatwas not to be tolerated. That thought got his blood to racing.
He really, reallydid not want to share Great-grandmother’s attention. Or nand’ Bren’s. He was not going to share. No.
“We would rather have told you under calmer circumstances,” his father said, “and we would have done so in very short order, in fact, so you would not hear it first from other sources. But you left the capital.”
“Does Great-grandmother know it?”
A snort. “There is nothing your great-grandmother fails to know. Study that woman’s information-gathering. It is highly efficient.”
“She did not know we were going into a trap at Kajiminda.”
His father flung up a hand. “Say no more on that score! One has heard quite enough of that argument!”
He bowed, not knowing what had annoyed his father, but he was sure that something had, something to do with that incident.
And whatever it was, it had nothing to do with the truly important fact—namely that his parents were having another baby.
That possibly made him a little less valuable to some people. It meant if someone did away with him, his father would still have an heir. He supposed that was a good thing.
It meant somebody else would be available for people to watch and fuss over, which was definitely good. His father only had so many security resources. And that meant more freedom for him.
But it also meant he had to be better, in everything, or people would say his sib was better, which was already unfair.
It meant he was going to have to workand stay ahead forever. Or else. Thatwas a threatc a threat a lot more personal than the Marid posed by shooting at him. He never, ever wanted anybody to say his younger sib was better than him at anything.
Great-grandmother said if he was able to deal with the Edi because of meeting them and talking to them, that would be an asset for the future. And he was very sure that if they could settle the Marid’s ambitions that would be an asset for everybody’s future.
And he was not going to give up any assets he had. Not now. Not with competition on the way.
“Your great-grandmother says you can use common sense when you understand a danger is real,” his father said in that no-nonsense voice he had. “One suggests you consider that the danger in this entire district is quite real.”
“One has very well comprehended that, honored Father.”