47
Samedi morning Quaeryt was groggy, but still managed to struggle out of bed, noting, as he had not the night before, that there was a more elaborate coverlet-which he had tossed back the night before. He also noted a pair of matching straight-backed chairs, one beside each armoire.
“It is looking better, don’t you think?” asked Vaelora.
“I do indeed.” He had to wonder about the costs, but Vaelora had not asked him for golds. Not yet, anyway.
He dressed quickly, as did Vaelora, but took his time over breakfast, so much so that Vaelora looked at him and asked, “Are you going to the post later this morning?”
“When will Shenna be here this morning? Remember?”
“She should be here anytime now. I still worry about her talking to Lysienk.”
“Don’t,” said Quaeryt. “He can’t get what he wants unless he talks to her. And I may need evidence from someone else…”
“But if he’s that clever…”
Quaeryt just looked at Vaelora.
“Oh…”
“There may not be any other way. Not given the way he’s done things.”
Vaelora nodded sadly.
What are you supposed to do? Let him image person after person to death? When there’s no proof that will stand up in a hearing? Quaeryt wanted to shake his head. He didn’t.
Quaeryt was just finishing the last sips of a third cup of tea when Shenna arrived. He stood.
“Good morning, Governor.”
Vaelora’s private secretary was petite and pert, with wavy black hair. Quaeryt wouldn’t have called her pretty. Cute, perhaps, if slightly chubby, but she had beautiful hazel eyes.
“We need to discuss a matter with you.” Quaeryt glanced to Vaelora, and then back to Shenna.
“Yes, sir.”
“You will be approached by a Factor Lysienk, either in person or through a note. He represents himself as a provisions factor. You are to agree to meet with him, but on a day after Mardi. If he does not wish to meet in the villa, you are to insist on meeting with him somewhere close to the villa, either right before or right after you are to begin work. If he defers, explain that your mistress keeps a close eye on you, that you are new to the position, that such positions are hard to come by. It is very important that Vaelora and I know where and when you will meet, but we will not be present.” Not visibly. “He will suggest that you purchase various provisions for the villa through him. He may even offer you some inducement. You are to appear reluctant, but do not get angry or rebuff him. You do not wish to make him angry.”
The young woman’s brow furrowed into a frown. “He wants to bribe or force me into paying more for provisions?”
“That is most likely,” said Quaeryt. “He has done this before. He may tell you that I have already agreed to the arrangement … or hint that. You tell him that I requested you meet with him and hear him out.”
“He will want an answer,” said Vaelora.
“Tell him that Vaelora has not completed making a listing of what the residence will need on a continuing basis, but that the list will be ready in a day or so, and that he or his man can call on you at the residence then.”
Vaelora nodded.
“Will that not seem as though I am dishonest?”
“You will not have agreed to any price at the end of the meeting,” Quaeryt pointed out. “Meeting with a produce factor does not make you dishonest. You will likely meet with a number to determine who will best serve for what.”
“Then…” Shenna shook her head, then looked to Quaeryt. “You’re trying to trap him, aren’t you?”
“I need to see whether he is merely sleazy, or whether he is worse. What he tells you will tell me.”
“I can do that.”
“Good. But … we do need to know when and where you will meet.”
“I will let you know if he contacts me.”
“Thank you.” Quaeryt smiled. “Now … if you ladies will excuse me.” The form of address to both of them was doubtless improper, because Shenna, as an unmarried daughter of a factor, was not technically a lady, but within the confines of the residence, that scarcely mattered. He hurried out to the stable.
Even so, because of the meeting with Shenna, Quaeryt did not get to the post until close to two quints past seventh glass.
He immediately checked to see if any dispatches from Bhayar-or Solis-had arrived. None had. Nor were there any other missives or messages for him, and he went to check with Skarpa to see how matters were coming with Third Regiment.
Both Skarpa and Zhrensyl were in the post commander’s study.
“Good morning, Commanders.”
“Good morning, sir,” replied both officers, although Zhrensyl was a fraction later in responding.
Quaeryt looked harder at the older commander, who appeared both flushed and pale. “Are you all right, Commander?”
“I must confess that I have had better days and weeks.”
“Commander Zhrensyl and I have been talking, sir.”
“It’s nothing,” said Zhrensyl.
“He has but five months left on his last tour before he can take a full stipend, but he also has almost three months in unused leave.”
Quaeryt understood immediately. If Skarpa had decided to bring up the matter, it meant that Zhrensyl was ill indeed, perhaps failing, and for him to remain in his position would not be best for either him or the post, especially after Skarpa left.
“You’re suggesting a month or so of sick leave, followed by his unused leave?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I can certainly recommend that to Lord Bhayar.”
“You two are treating me like an invalid.”
“No,” replied Quaeryt. “Like an officer who has served long and faithfully, and who should not have to suffer over a month or so of forced duty. You could take the stipend in less than two months anyway.”
“I can still…”
“You can, Commander,” Quaeryt agreed, “but that wouldn’t be right. You’ll still be post commander until your stipend date, but we’ll work out a partial delegation of duties as you see fit. That way, you can decide what you can devote full energy to, and what others should do.”
Zhrensyl offered a wan smile. “You’re most kind, Governor, Commander Skarpa. I have worried.”
“You don’t have to worry any longer.”
“This has not been one of my better days.” The older commander stood up slowly, and Quaeryt could see the effort, and that his hands were trembling. “If you two will excuse me…”
“Of course.”
Neither Quaeryt nor Skarpa said anything until several moments after the study door closed.
“I worry about him, sir.”
“So do I, but what else can we do?” Quaeryt wondered if Zhrensyl would even live to see his stipend date. “Who would you suggest to take over most of his duties?”
“Major Heireg. The position here is really for support of the governor, and he’s diligent and hardworking.”
“And he’s already handling many of those duties, it would appear.”
“From what I’ve seen.” Skarpa nodded.
“Have you seen Dhaeryn this morning?” asked Quaeryt.
“He’s in the post engineer’s workshop. Or he was.”
“I need to talk to him. Then I’ll talk to Heireg. Is there anything you think I should tell him?”
“You might say that Zhrensyl has been ill, and since he will be leaving service, that you’d like Heireg to handle a few more things, as necessary.”
“Thank you. I need to talk to Major Dhaeryn while he’s still at the post.” With that, Quaeryt turned and made his way from the room and then across the courtyard.
As Skarpa had indicated, Dhaeryn was in the small engineering workroom. Both Dhaeryn and Captain Ghaelt, the post engineer, were examining what looked to be two curved lengths of iron, connected at both ends.
“… put weight here, and if the wheels jolt…” Ghaelt broke off and looked up. “Governor, sir.”
“I’d like just a moment with Major Dhaeryn.”
“Of course, sir.” Ghaelt nodded and stepped out of the workroom.