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Her brows came to­geth­er and she looked gen­uine­ly puz­zled. “Vlad, there isn’t any se­cret about that. We’ve been ag­itat­ing about it since it hap­pened, and—”

“Pub­licly?”

“Of course.”

“What about pri­vate­ly?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” She said it as if she re­al­ly wasn’t. I hes­itat­ed, and she said, “Maybe you could give me an idea of why you need to know.”

“Um,” I said. “Some of this I can’t tell you.”

Her eyes sparkled for a mo­ment, just like they used to. “Ex­plain to me again what you were say­ing about need­ing to know things and no one be­ing will­ing to tell you any­thing.”

I felt my­self smil­ing. “Yeah.”

Vlad No­rathar re­mained in his chair, his eyes mov­ing from one of us to the oth­er as we spoke. He had some of his wine, hold­ing the mug in both hands, his eyes watch­ing me over the rim. I’ve been stared at by a lot scari­er guys who made me a lot less ner­vous. I cleared my throat.

“Ev­ery­thing ties in­to ev­ery­thing else,” I said.

She nod­ded. “Yes, we’ll start with the big gen­er­al­iza­tions. Okay, go on.”

I sup­pressed a growl. “The Jhereg is up to some­thing big and nasty,” I said. “They’re work­ing with the Or­ca. I don’t know how un­rest among Teck­la and East­ern­ers will play in­to it. It might work against what they’re do­ing, in which case your group will be a tar­get. Or it might work for it, in which case you’ll be help­ing them.”

“Vlad, I don’t know where you get the idea that we can con­trol pop­ular un­rest. We can’t. On the day we can, we’ll be liv­ing in a dif­fer­ent world.”

“Um. All right, sup­pose I ac­cept that. I don’t think the Jhereg will.”

She nod­ded. “I ap­pre­ci­ate the warn­ing; I’ll pass it on.”

“Good,” I said. “But that wasn’t ac­tu­al­ly what I was af­ter.”

“All right. What are you af­ter?”

“Try­ing to fig­ure out what will hap­pen, how the Jhereg will re­spond, how the Em­pire will re­spond to that, and how I have to re­spond to the Em­pire.”

She nod­ded. “Good luck with that.”

“I drown in the depths of your sym­pa­thy.”

“Vlad—”

I sighed. “Okay.”

“I just don’t know what I can tell you that would do you any good.”

“Do you ex­pect ri­ots?”

“I wish I knew. Peo­ple are an­gry enough. We’re do­ing all we can to stop them, but—”

“Stop them?”

She blinked. “Of course, Vlad. A ri­ot isn’t go­ing to do any­thing ex­cept get some heads bro­ken.”

“Um. Okay, looks like I need to re-​eval­uate.”

“Does this throw off your plan?”

“No, not that bad. I hadn’t got­ten as far as hav­ing a plan.”

She nod­ded; she knew my way of work­ing as well as any­one. Bet­ter than any­one. “We’re not the on­ly group work­ing in South Adri­lankha and among the Teck­la, you know.”

“Um. Ac­tu­al­ly, I didn’t know that.”

“There are at least six in­de­pen­dent or­ga­ni­za­tions.”

“Re­al­ly. Well. What would hap­pen if you all got to­geth­er?”

“To do what?”

“Eh, I don’t know.”

“If we all got to­geth­er, nei­ther would we. Since we have op­po­site ideas on what to do, ‘get­ting to­geth­er’ doesn’t seem like it would ac­com­plish a great deal, does it?”

“Okay, okay. I hadn’t meant to start some­thing. What are these oth­er groups up to?”

She rolled her eyes. “Var­ious things. Some of them are get­ting up pe­ti­tions to the Em­pire. Some are or­ga­niz­ing food and mon­ey to be sent to the sur­vivors in Tir­ma. Some are or­ga­niz­ing march­es de­mand­ing the Em­pire in­ves­ti­gate. Some are en­cour­ag­ing peo­ple to in­di­vid­ual acts of vi­olence against Im­pe­ri­al rep­re­sen­ta­tives. Some—”

“Wait a minute. Acts of vi­olence?”

Her lips pressed to­geth­er and she nod­ded. “Po­lit­ical­ly naive is the kind­est thing you can say about it; sui­ci­dal is more ac­cu­rate.”

“Can you tell me what they’re plan­ning?”

She gave me a hard look. “From what I know of them, they aren’t plan­ning any­thing, they’re just en­cour­ag­ing peo­ple to at­tack Im­pe­ri­al Rep­re­sen­ta­tives. And if they were plan­ning some­thing, I wouldn’t be in a po­si­tion to know what it is. And if I were in such a po­si­tion, I cer­tain­ly wouldn’t tell you about it.”

She’s very good with hard looks. I hadn’t no­ticed Vlad No­rathar re­act­ing to her voice, but he must have, be­cause Cawti reached out and stroked his head.

“Un­der­stood,” I said. “I won’t press you on that.”

“And if you’re go­ing to find them, you’ll do it with­out my—”

“I don’t plan to do that,” I said.

“All right.”

I didn’t, ei­ther. What­ev­er their chances were of killing some­one, their chances of ac­tu­al­ly af­fect­ing things were nil. But some­thing or some­one else might. Maybe. I need­ed to think.

“You look like you need to think,” she said.

I nod­ded.

She was qui­et. So was the boy, ex­cept that his eyes were very loud. I stood up and paced; he watched me. Af­ter a lit­tle bit, I said, “It isn’t the group that wants to kill Im­pe­ri­al Rep­re­sen­ta­tives that both­ers me. It’s the group press­ing for an in­ves­ti­ga­tion.”

“Ac­tu­al­ly,” said Cawti, “that’s some­thing we’re press­ing for, too. But we want an in­ves­ti­ga­tion by us, by the peo­ple; they want the Em­pire to in­ves­ti­gate it­self.”

I di­gest­ed that. “Do you think you’ll get any­where with your, ah, in­de­pen­dent in­ves­ti­ga­tion?”

“I don’t think ask­ing the Em­pire to in­ves­ti­gate it­self is go­ing to get any­thing. Do you?”

“That,” I said, “is just what I’m try­ing to fig­ure out.”

She snort­ed. “Even if they could con­vince—”

“They don’t have to. It’s al­ready hap­pen­ing.”

She stopped. “Is it in­deed?”

“So I’m told.”

“I hadn’t heard about it.”

“It’s pret­ty new. Al­so, prob­ably, pret­ty se­cret.”

“A se­cret in­ves­ti­ga­tion,” she said. “Well, I think we can all have a lot of con­fi­dence in that.”

“I think the Em­press wants to know what hap­pened, and why.”

“I’d like to know my­self,” said Cawti.

“But there are oth­ers who don’t.”

She arched an eye­brow.

“The Jhereg,” I said.

“The Jhereg? Why would they care?”

“It might in­ter­fere with the schemes they’re try­ing to hatch.”

“What ex­act­ly are these fa­mous schemes?”

“That,” I said, “is ex­act­ly what I can’t talk about.”

She nod­ded.

“It’s bet­ter to talk about what’s both­er­ing you,” said Vlad No­rathar.

My first in­cli­na­tion was to ar­gue with him, which is fun­ny when you think about it. But I had the feel­ing Cawti wouldn’t have ap­pre­ci­at­ed that, so I just said, “You’re right, but some­times you have to not talk about things be­cause you don’t want to get some­one else in trou­ble.”

That seemed to make sense to him. He nod­ded.

“You have friends, you know,” said Cawti.

I nod­ded. “Hard to for­get; it’s the on­ly rea­son I’m still around to ir­ri­tate the Jhereg. Have you heard any­thing from the Left Hand?”