Yolanda was another of Taylor’s Children. Like Jase, but not like. Cold as a fish and as prickly, in Bren’s way of thinking. “Seriously?”
“I think she’s in a career crisis. She didn’t like my promotion.” Jase heaved a sigh. “Authority problems. She’s always been a person who likes definitions. The planet bothered her. Translating bothered her. She’s got more realities in her head than she likes and she won’t go into the atevi section, won’t deal with Geigi. Geigi’s learned ship‑speak, since she’s resigned. She’s dropped linguistics. She’s gone over to research, records‑keeping, history of the ship, that sort of thing. I think it’s a cocoon. It’s safe.” He shrugged. “She and I don’t talk.”
“That’s too bad.” Yolanda had served as paidhi‑aiji, translating directly for Tabini, during the time he, and Jase, had been away on the ship, settling the Reunion mess. She’d been there–when the coup came.
The world she’d tended had blown up. At least the atevi side of it had, and stayed in chaos for most of two years, until the ship had gotten back from its mission and Tabini had retaken Shejidan. “You think she blamed herself for what happened?”
“She wasn’t you. She knew that much. It’s my understanding that she made some mistakes.”
The world she was trying to deal with had blown up. She’d failed, while Jase had been coopted into a captaincy, on a mission that succeeded brilliantly. So Yolanda was retreating into old records, which didn’t have ticking bombs in them. Another paidhi could somewhat figure that reaction. His own predecessor had come back from the mainland completely shut down, close‑jawed. A very unhappy and strange man.
“Suppose I could talk with her?”
“Maybe,” Jase said. And again: “Maybe.”
He put it on the agenda. When he found a way. Granted the world didn’t explode again, because of three human kids.
“So . . . who does handle the protocol explanation?” he asked.
“You know the twists and turns. I’m a student. You do it. I’m interested in not offending the other end of this bench.”
Truth–Ilisidi had found humans an unexpectedly interesting experience, and enjoyed her position among ship‑humans. Tatiseigi was a man atevi rated as difficult and volatile, a proud old conservative with no good opinion of human‑induced changes in the world. . . . But now the old man seemed to be undergoing a sudden and strange transformation in his attitudes–inviting the human paidhi to dinner. Having his collection televised. Inviting human children under his roof and accepting Jase’s appearance with two armored, other‑worldly bodyguards, all without a visible flicker of dismay.
Something had changed in the old man’s attitude. Bren didn’t know whether it was Ilisidi’s doing, through persuasion, or the events of last spring, when Tatiseigi’s beloved Tirnamardi had taken shellfire in Tabini’s cause, and the people in villages and towns had turned out cheering Tabini’s return and all of them that had helped bring him back, all the way to Shejidan. That had been an event. Tatiseigi had never been exposed to popularity.
Tatiseigi had generously lent Bren his apartment in the Bujavid during Tirnamardi’s repairs–until Tabini could find an excuse to throw a last nest of interlopers out of Bren’s own residence. And certainly Tatiseigi had been overjoyed to get Ilisidi back in the world–was happy beyond measure to have Cajeiri back safely–and he was delighted this year to know his niece Damiri was going to produce another baby.
A daughter that wouldn’t inherit the aishidi’tat. Cajeiri would.
But there was Tirnamardi. And Tatiseigi, heirless, had become downright reckless in his support of the dowager’s adventurism in the Marid, in Cajeiri’s, regarding his shipboard associates–
One saw a glimmering of logic in it all. The old man had a sudden wealth of prospects.
“Tatiseigi seems quite happy,” he said, “happy to have Ilisidi home safe, happy to have the aiji back, happy with the way things are going. The one thorn in his side got pitched out of the aiji’s court with no likelihood of coming back any time soon.”
“The way things are going? Seems to me you’ve still got some troubles rattling about the continent.”
The sense of ease grew just a little less. There were things he probably needed to explain to Jase. But they could wait.
“We have some serious ones,” he said. “But we’ve hardened the security considerably. Very considerably. Kaplan and Polano–” He shifted a glance over to the seats across the car. “I hope they get to enjoy their visit. I hope they won’t need to use that gear. Actually–I hope this visit leads to others. Maybe we can arrange that fishing trip.”
“I’d enjoy that,” Jase said. “I’d really enjoy that. You keep the world quiet. I’ll work on calming down the station.”
“We’ll get through this mess. Maybe the next birthday.” A dark figure approached. Bren looked up, finding Algini in front of him. “Gini‑ji?”
Algini squatted beside the bench seat. “There is a small security concern, Bren‑ji. We have moved in some additional Taibeni assets, with the cooperation of Lord Tatiseigi’s aishid. He may not be entirely pleased, but we prefer to be safe.”
Damn. “Ajuri?” Bren asked. No need to translate for Jase. Jase could understand it.
Algini said: “There is a movement of Ajuri Guild forces toward their perimeter. Lord Komaji is with them. We have not yet warned Lord Tatiseigi. We see no reason, at present, to concern him. We are working with his aishid.” Tatiseigi’s bodyguards were midway down the aisle, with, he saw, Banichi and Jago. “We have prepared for this eventuality, nandi. We are simply putting contingency plans into operation. Everything is prearranged, and the lord’s aishid is in full agreement. They will talk to him.”
Ajuri making a move toward Atageini territory put Ajuri Guild, give or take the small territories of two very small affiliated clans, right adjacent to Atageini territory.
“So our cover is not holding,” he said to Algini.
“Possibly,” Algini said. “Or possibly the move has relevance to Lord Tatiseigi’s exhibit in Shejidan. It may be designed to get Lord Tatiseigi’s attention. Lord Komaji remains technically within his associational territory and within his rights. It is possible this is wholly designed to annoy Lord Tatiseigi and embarrass him while he has public attention. But Komaji is not serving himself well by this move, if that is the case. He may have no idea that the dowager and the heir are in the path of his actions. That is one interpretation. Of course there is the chance he does know and is making a deliberate move to interfere.”
“Is there danger in continuing this trip, Gini‑ji? Should we reassess it?”
“In my estimate,” Algini said, “the risk is much greater in going back to Shejidan, and moving assets to cover us there. We have people and equipment positioned to protect us in Tirnamardi. If we rearrange things, our positions may become evident, and it might expose Lord Komaji’s move in such a way as to bring far more tension to this situation.”
“I hate to nudge the Kadagidi, either.”
“If they should make any gesture of hostility toward the Atageini while we are there, it would be a serious mistake on their part. They have no motive to be that foolish–granted no change in circumstances. I told you once about the Kadagidi lord’s aishid. About the Guild senior.”
“Haikuti.” There was no forgetting that. High‑level, dangerous, and possibly a holdover from Murini’s regime, serving the current lord, Aseida.