That sent a little chill through him, added to the rest of it. The Guild had kept an operation secret, not just from the paidi-aiji—but from its own strategically placed senior members and from the governmentcrisking the heir to the aishidi’tat, as if he mattered nothing?
“Do you understand what I am saying, paidhi-ji?” Tabini asked quietly, grimly. “I think you do. The fact is, wewere not informed. Nor were you. Nor was the aiji-dowager. Whether we lived or died did not matter to the persons who blundered their way through that decision, with this and that priority, and protecting this and that operation, and nobodywith vision beyond their own chessboard, who would say—it will be inconvenient if we lose the paidhi-aiji. It will be inconvenient if we have the heir to the aishidi’tat kidnapped. Did these things occur to them? They were each worried about security in their own little part of the map, and Najidawas not part of their individual responsibility—no one got clearance to phone Cenedi and tell him his information was incomplete, because Cenedi had asked one simple question: Is Kajiminda safe? And they lied to him.
It was shocking. It was more shocking to think the Guild had been that far in disarray.
“You would think,” Tabini said, “that it was simple incompetence. But that is not the Guild hallmark, is it, paidhi?”
Thatbecame ominous. “You think—there was ill intent in that decision, aiji-ma?”
“Having your bodyguard andthe aiji-dowager’s in one place at one time, comparing notes freely with my bodyguard out in Najida districtcturned up things we were none of us apt to learn otherwise. And having access to ranking Guild with contrary opinions that certain biases could notattribute to Taibeni politics within my staff, frankly, has been a revelation.”
He did not understand—except—
“Someone,” Tabini said quietly, “prevented both my aishid and yours andthe dowager’s from getting critical information. Someone put the secrecy of a Guild operation and perhaps the exercise of a personal pique above the safety of my household—the excuse being that my guard is not senior in Guild rank, and that they are Taibeni, a clan that has never figured in internal Guild committee politics. Myguard was not taken into confidence. Well, I knew that their clan was an issue when I appointed them past the recommendation of the Guild and jumped them two ranks doing it. I am stillsafer, and I sleep better at night. I was, let me assure you, paidhi-ji, right!—and recent events have proven it.”
“Aiji-ma,” Bren said in dismay.
“More than the aishidi’tat fractured when they attempted to assassinate me and my house, paidhi. And I tell you this in utmost confidence, and in the presence of Guild witnesses. There have been, paidhi-ji, fourfactions in the Guild, nota fortunate number of opinions. The first is what one may call the elder Guild, who have not involved themselves in political opinion and who have managed the Guild honorably for decades. The second is of course the renegades, who, far from following politics of the clans, rose up inside the Guild, overthrew the elder Guild, attempted to assassinate me, and, finding I do not die easily—were driven from power. They set up their rival Guild authority—the shadow Guild, as you have aptly called them—in the Marid. We found them. And now a new, younger leadership in the Guild has moved to strike down the Shadow Guild, but they do nottake advice from the elder Guild. They are the ones who were running the investigation in the Marid; theyare the ones who, meeting in Guild Council, could not come to a conclusion. They are divided by man’chi to various of the departed leadership—protégés of this and that elder Guild, advocates of this and that policy, when they have no business determining policy. They are, in some cases, regional in sympathy. Some of the elder Guild, for which we may be thankful, are now coming out of retirement to retake their old posts. Has Algini told you any of this?”
“No, aiji-ma. Not in such detail. Not with such connections.”
“Algini is himself, one believes, aligned with the elder Guild, which has its iron traditions, and that element of the Guild has a dilemma on its hands. First of all rules is that they do notinvolve themselves in politics. But in this case, the politics exist within the Guild itself—some honest younger Guild have gone against the elder Guild as too conservative and blind to what they conceive as a drift toward human influence.”
“One has perceived that undercurrent in the general politics, aiji-ma, and one bitterly regrets it.”
“ Theseelements,” Tabini said, “are a problem. But they have their expression in legitimate politics, among them the Conservative Caucus. They do not worry me. There are those who have taken a position because of their man’chi to other Guild or to specific clans. These people, while decent enough persons morally, have seriously infracted Guild rules. Two of that sort are your old servants, who protest that their sole aim in attempting to rejoin your household was to protect you.”
“One is distressed at their situation.” Moni and Taigi attempted to return to his service, and his bodyguard had taken exception. “I refused them.” He corrected himself. “My bodyguard refused them.”
“Correctly so,” Tabini said. “Nor should you take them back.”
“May one ask—what their connections are?”At the time he had employed them, he had not had the cachet to ask. Now he did.
“Ajuri,” Tabini said bluntly.
Tabini’s wife’sclan. Damiri’s clan. Cajeiri’s grandfather’sclan.
That was a surprise.
“You do not ask,” Tabini observed. “Your aishid has asked. And well they might.”
Tabini had assigned Moni and Taigi to the paidhi’s house ages ago. Ajuri, trying to get a spy or two near their daughter, in Tabini’s house, had found its spies instead assigned to thecat the timecrelatively innocuous paidhi-aiji.
Thathad to have annoyed the lord of the Ajuri.
Now he could see how it had become useful to Ajuri to have them back in the paidhi’s household, delivering information to Ajuri. Entirely understandable.
Equally understandable—his bodyguard had very quietly routed them straight to the aiji’s attention, which had notbeen favorable.
And the Guild did have clannish politics. The Guild had always had.
“No,” Tabini said, “they are not the depth of the problem. Or the height of it. The Guildmaster’s council. This is the sum of it: after the events on the west coast, we sent the strongest possible message to the Guild. My bodyguard was recently called to a meeting about which they correctly decline to report, except to say they were satisfied and that there has been a bitterly contested retirement.”
A retirement. At high levels within the Guild, one could surmise.
“Preceding the decision to table the Guild action on Machigi,” Tabini added.
Thatfar back. He was, again, stunned. Thatafternoon, of his firstbus trip into the Marid, when he had gotten the absolutely insane request from the dowager to turn from his original mission and go talk to Machigi, who had supposedly been trying to kill Tabini, and kill the dowager, and him, and Cajeiri.