Tabini had given him a gun he shouldn’t have, by Treaty law; and he’d been anxious when he returned to Shejidan. He’d not known what to do with it in his little garden apartment, with two servants who were not—he understood such things far better now—reliably within his man’chi. He’d tucked it beneath his mattress.
He’d fired it at an intruder that had appeared at his curtained door, in lightning flashes, on such a night as this.
Banichi and Jago had replaced his security that night. Banichi had replaced the gun—in case, Banichi had said, an investigation should link it to Tabini.
Banichi and Jago had taken over his apartment, wired his door, replaced his servants, and brought in Tano and Algini, whom at that time he hadn’t trusted.
From that hour forward he’d been in Jago’s and Banichi’s care.
And immediately Tabini had sent him, with Banichi and Jago, to Malguri, to Ilisidi’s venue.
He’d been in danger of his life. He believed that then. He believed it now, sitting in this tent with Banichi’s gun tucked into his jacket.
And he went back to the simplest, most ground-level question he had used to ask them: he, the paidhi, the expert. “What should I know, Jago-ji?”
“That in the matter of Deana Hanks, Ilisidi did very well, and has only credit. But the night the intruder came to your bedroom, one of her faction had exceeded orders and attempted to remove you. We did find out not the name but the man’chi. And that you, yourself, bloodied this reckless person; that was a profound embarrassment to the dowager. She had refused Tabini’s offer to negotiate until that happened and until, against her expectations, Tabini declined to expose the author of the attack and asked again for her to accept you in trust. But before he sent you to Malguri, he filed Intent against persons unnamed, which was a gesture toward the Guild, which caused the Guild to take official notice and regularize the paidhi’s rank within Guild regulations. And thatmade illegal any second move against the paidhiin. It was coincidentally a situation which complicated his dealing with Deana Hanks when she arrived in the capital while you were absent at Malguri.
“Meanwhile Ilisidi was trying to determine whether she would believe Tabini’s urgings that neither he nor humans had betrayed the association—or whether she could agree to lead an attempt to remove Tabini from office. Some eastern conspirators believed her assessment that you were honest—and some were convinced by questioning you.”
“Was thatwhat that was?”
“The matter in the cellars? Yes. We could notprevent it. The rebellion was going forward. A certain lord moved without the dowager, attempting to overthrow her, and she brought down Tabini’s forces on their heads. Here, in the west, however, the situation was exactly as you apprehend: there was a fear ofhumans, and once that was allayed—Tabini was more popular than before with the commons, as was the prospect of even closer cooperation between humans and Shejidan, a deluge of technology from the heavens, and more centralized power to Shejidan. Direiso and others who want to sit in Tabini’s place, and the peninsular lords who don’t want a centralized government, all saw that if they didn’t move soon, they’d never dare. So they approached Ilisidi in the theory she might have been coerced into returning you. And Ilisidi acted to rescue the paidhiin and keep them out of Direiso’s hands. That much was clear. Ilisidi does not want Direiso as aiji. But where does Ilisidi herself stand? The answer, nadi-ji, was out there tonight. I suspect Saigimi, from the peninsula, attempted to get Ilisidi to overthrow Direiso—who isfrom the Padi Valley, as Ilisidi is from the remote east.”
“Can we rely on her? It pains me even to ask, Jago-ji, but dare we rely on her? Or is there some thirdchoice?”
There was silence out of the dark. Lighting showed him Jago, elbow on knee, fist on chin. And a break of that pose in that flicker of an instant.
“The aiji tested herby sending you to her at Malguri. Now she tests himby demanding both paidhiin in her hands. Thatis where we sit tonight, Bren-ji. And we don’t knowthe answer.”
“I asked her to bring us here.”
“Not as Cenedi told me the story.”
It was not, he recalled now, accurate. “I asked her to go with us to Geigi’s house.”
“And she then suggested Saduri.”
“She did.”
“And Geigi had invited you to his house.”
“He did. He had.”
“Geigi is within her man’chi, Bren-ji. Tabini’s maneuvering helped him pay his debt to Ilisidi. But she had already rescued him financially. However—you—whom the dowager favors—and who have man’chi to Tabini, as you have stated, saved his reputation. Geigi is in an interesting three-way position.”
One of the things that humans had done most amiss in the days before the War was to make what they thought were friendships across lines of association that could not otherwise be associated: they’d ripped atevi society to shreds and killed people and ruined lives, never realizing what they’d done.
“Damn,” he said, with a very sick feeling; but with a little inaccuracy in the dark, Jago touched his hand.
“This is not necessarily bad, Bren-ji.”
“It was damned foolish on my part.”
“Ah, but not necessarily bad. Once youwished her to come to Dalaigi, which Tabini’s actions against Saigimi had made unwise—she was free to suggest Taiben. Which Tabini expected. But she wished you to go to Saduri, and now we know why: Deana Hanks is coming to the mainland and the aiji-dowager already knew it.”
“To the mainland!”
“We don’t know how. Boat or small plane. It could be anywhere on the coast.”
“ Why, nadi-ji?”
“One would ask the paidhi thatquestion. But this information is since last night, Bren-ji. Tabini didn’t know, and Ilisidi may yet know more than we do.”
“To ally with Direiso. A second establishment—to challenge Tabini’s government. That’s what Deana’s up to. God! But where’s Ilisidi in this?”
“With the aiji. We hope.”
He had recently realized there were new players in the game. Dangerous ones. He recalled the controversy with the pilots forming a Guild. The opposition of the Messengers. “And the Messengers’ Guild? The Guilds in general?”
“The Guilds in general stand with the aiji. We expressed that fact in the Marid, when we carried out our commission. Meanwhile Hanks is coming to the mainland for reasons we don’t know; but we do know that Direiso has not yet explained to her that she has much less support than previously. NowHanks is an asset which Direiso musthave to demonstrate to her wavering followers that she has the resources to deal with Mospheira; and we think that is exactly what she intends. Mospheira seems weak, lacking in resources—its ship will not fly in advance of ours. And could Direiso secure her own position by dealing with Mospheira, she would do so. That she dislikes humans would only make it sweeter to her.”
“That Hanks’ faction dislikes atevi wouldn’t stop them, either. She’s coming here to make a deal for resources Mospheira can’t get without those rail lines and the northern shipping ports. Where Direiso is strong right now.”
“It would accord well with our suspicions.”
“ Durwouldn’t support this—would it?”
“The boy? Completely innocent. And aware of far more than young ears should hear. His father wished to keep the island out of difficulty, I suspect. Or told the boy that wiser heads would settle it. Dur is not reckless. It’s an island that used to live by smuggling and now wants tourism. They’re far too small to matter in most accounts. But the boy—is a boy. He stole the plane, and with a map six years out of date, he flew out of Dur at night and followed the railroads to Shejidan, which brought him over the rail terminal. And right across your approach route.”