Which meant—
“If Ramirez initiatedcontact with Tabini, he ignored numerous, very basic warnings,” he said to Jago in the dark. “Tabini won’t blame her for things Ramirez could have said, but she should be cognizant of them. And Ramirez may or may not have logged those conversations privately. As senior captain—he had the accesses to be off the ship’s official record… I’m relatively sure that’s the case. We don’t know what they did. Only Tabini does.”
“Affront would have brought him to you, paidhi-ji, I strongly think so.”
Yet she reserved the chance she could be wrong. He picked that up. “Kroger’s coming up here with those robots… that meant everything was done. The means to refuel, out there at the station, if the ship should go. Do you think that was the last stone?”
The last stone on the stack, that was. The one to touch off the slide.
“It is possible.”
“ Jago, I didn’t see this. Of all disasters I could have failed to see coming—I didn’t see this one.”
“The aiji has taken the station,” Jago said quietly. “One believes so, though Ogun-aiji may not think it. Well to have Mercheson within these walls. It was well done, Bren-ji.”
“Is that why Banichi brought her? Is that what you think?”
“We had not foreseen danger to Mercheson. But now we see movements within the crew that trouble us. We did foresee that Tabini would move when Ramirez died. And we did foresee that the dowager might come as his agent—but we by no means know whether we are correct in that assumption. We believe that shehas demanded custody of Cajeiri as a condition for her help—a very potent symbol for the east, nand’ paidhi.”
Sometimes a human mind could think all the way around an object, feeling it all the way, and still come to wrong conclusions.
“That she’s teaching the heir. That she’s not being sent to her death. Is that the notion?”
“We suspect so. Isuspect so, after talking to Cenedi. This voyage is difficult. She may not survive it. Cenedi has not opposed the venture, considering that Cajeiri is in her hands. If she should die, Cenediwill have custody of the heir-apparent, and be within that man’chi. More, this is a child, and Cenedi’s will be the guidance and the instruction. There is the likely thought, Bren-ji. There is the reason the aiji’s heir is with her. Tabini will be the power on the earth. Tabini will have his ship. Ogun will cooperate with him, if Tabini can take Mercheson into his man’chi, as seems likely to happen. It will all be subtle. Certain ones may vanish from the scene—as I foresee. Banichi considers Paulson in danger: I say no. Paulson is a fool, but a fool is safe in his office, if he’s a Mospheiran fool. If Lund comes up here, Lund will know better; Lund may be in danger.”
And he’d suggested Lund come, as a way to get Ogun better advice.
“You got the logs from Mogari-nai, didn’t you?” Extraneous question, the answer to which he thought he knew.
“We did watch contacts. There were no records available to us. We did search Mogari-nai, at our level of authority, and at Guild level.”
“But there is one higher.”
“Yes. Always there is one higher.”
“I think we know the truth,” he said. “I think we know we were gotten out of the way, being called down there.”
“One believes so. There will have been codes,” Jago said, one of those rare revelations of her craft, “given to Lord Geigi, or to his men, or even to independent agencies. This we always knew, that the station is very easy to infiltrate, with so many man’chiin involved. No different than the Bu-javid. Anyone can send an unregistered agent—” Non-Guild assassin, that was to say—not lawful, but not utterly illegal. “Right now Banichi is attempting to trace atevi access to Ramirez’s venues. But there are too many tunnels in this place, too many accesses, doors far too easy to penetrate, except here. Ramirez had gone onto the station, in a free-access area, observing a known pattern of activity when he had his attack. He ran such risks and heard no advice against it. There were very many opportunities. What happened, if it happened, caused a crisis which caused his death.”
Next question. Next very scary question. “Human forensics might detect it, if they were looking. And Ramirez was neither buried nor burned.”
“Troublesome.”
“His body will go on the ship with us. If there ever is a question—if it matters—they can investigate.”
“It is inconvenient,” Jago said.
“And Ogun? His safety? He manages the training of pilots. He’s a very vulnerable linch-pin, Jago-ji, in all the plans we have. If this place is such a sieve that random individuals can operate—”
“This Cenedi and I discussed. And there must be provisions made for his protection.”
“Which will draw him closer to the aiji’s hand.”
“One can foresee such. Lord Geigi does think favorably of him. If he would draw closer to Geigi’s man’chi, he might be safer. One is aware, however, that Ogun-aiji has no successor the aiji won’t regard as junior.”
The thought was terrifying. “I wish I was going to be here.”
“Yet is there not danger where the aiji sends us?”
“Very likely.”
“And should we let the situation out there arrive back here uncontrolled, unobserved, unmodified, nandi? You would not choose that.”
He saw the deep void, and felt cold, and scared. Something in him insisted that an honest Mospheiran had no business going on ships into the dark, over unthinkable distances.
“One thinks,” Jago began to say, further, and then Jago’s hand rested on his shoulder. Someone was in the hall.
Someoneturned out to be one of their own, from the foyer. And one of their ownturned out to be Tano.
“Excuse me,” Tano said. He was a shadow against the vague light from the foyer that permeated the central halclass="underline" no light touched within that outline. “Nand’ paidhi.”
Open as the household was, Tano would scarcely venture into his bedroom, not without an uncommonly urgent reason in the security station.
“Tano-ji. Trouble?”
“A handful of sudden matters,” Tano said. “Your brother, nandi; also Barb-nadi—”
My God, Bren thought with a sinking heart. Toby. And Barb. Barb was not someone he wanted to hear from, but Barb, like Toby, orbited around his mother. He dreaded news from that quarter—especially together, in the middle of the night.
“Also,” Tano said, “the aiji andthe aiji-dowager have sent messages. All at once.”
All at once.
Temperhit, hard after the first ice-cold shock.
“Either C1 or Mogari-nai has had a hold in place,” Jago suggested softly out of the dark behind his bare shoulder, and, oh, indeed he was sure she was right.
Mogari-nai—site of the big dish that communicated with the station—or C1, the ship communications station—had blocked his calls, all the while assuring him there was no problem. And now, responding to some authority which could be only one of two, they released everything… all his personal calls, all his delicate family business.
And Tabini’s message arrived.
Maybe Tabini had one to the dowager as well. And thathad likely triggered something to him from the dowager.
No, the world below had not suddenly gone berserk. It was a chain-reaction, a dam-break.
A torrent of probable bad and worse news…
That the paidhi’s mother was in critical care didn’t matter, on the scale of nations and the future of two species.
“Find Jase,” he said, furious, and trying to control both the temper and the shivers that resulted from the adrenalin hit. And no, one did nottalk to a loyal atevi staffer that abruptly, ever. “Kindly call him, nadi-ji. Tell him I’m extremely distressed at what is clearly a mail-block from either C-l or Shejidan, and I urgently ask its origin. You may explain the circumstances.”