Yolanda Mercheson. A disaster, who had not been able to convert her linguistic study into an understanding of atevi. She had tried. But she had not gotten past her own distrust of Mospheirans, let alone atevi.
Jase , meanwhile, had been with the ship.
God. Twenty/twenty hindsight . . .
“Tabini‑aiji’s popularity was slipping. Lords were maneuvering to get a share of the new industry, even as public doubts arose regarding whether humans on earth or in the heavens had any intention of keeping their agreements. The conservatives and the traditionalists were gathering momentum in the aishidi’tat. And when a crisis came in the heavens, and it seemed humans might have lied to us, every pressure on the aijinate was redoubled. Tabini‑aiji escaped assassination, but his bodyguards were dead, his staff was dead, Taiben had suffered losses and the Atageini were too weak to help. His attempt to reach the Guild met a second attempt on his life, and within hours it was announced Tabini‑aiji was dead, that the majority of the shuttles had been grounded to protect the aishidi’tat from invasion from orbit–”
And Yolanda Mercheson had run for her life. He had heard the account before, but from a very different perspective.
“Within an hour of the announcement of Tabini’s death, six of the conservatives and the traditionalists declared man’chi to Murini,” Algini said. It was a set of facts they all knew. But Tano and Algini had seen it all play out.
Banichi and Jago had been with him, the dowager, Cajeiri–and Jase–on the starship, headed out to try to deal with the Reunion situation.
“We do not see now,” Algini said, “that this situation will repeat itself. We have not changed our recommendation to the aiji and we have removed the one vulnerability we think gave the aiji’s enemies access to his schedule and his apartment.”
“It is the aiji’s belief, Bren‑ji,” Tano said quietly, “that Damiri‑daja’s staff, knowingly or unknowingly, supplied information to the conspirators. Tabini‑aiji’s staff died. Certain of Damiri‑daja’s escaped.”
“And returning with Komaji,” Banichi said, “came Damiri’s aunt, her cousin, and her childhood nurse. The nurse, oldest in the consort’s service, stayed on when the others went back to Ajuri. When we recovered the records from the situation on the coast, and began to peel back the layers of the Shadow Guild, when we began to realize that Murini was more figurehead than aiji, and when Komaji had behaved as he had, we bypassed the aiji’s guard to advise Tabini‑aiji to discharge the consort’s staff and bodyguard immediately. We wanted them detained. Unfortunately–and we have not had a clear answer about the confusion in the order, they were simply dismissed.”
Damn.
“At the moment,” Algini said, “we have asked Tabini‑aiji to observe a restricted schedule, do business by phone and courier, and that he and Damiri‑daja stay entirely within the guard we have provided. The aiji has confidence in the consort’s man’chi. She was with him through his exile, her bodyguards were all assigned to her service–by the process you now understand–on their return from exile, and they were all Ajuri folk, as a particular favor to her. Afterward, the night of the reception for Lord Geigi, she told the aiji‑dowager that she was close to renouncing her connections with Ajuri.”
That walk about the reception all. And a private tea the next morning.
“She has also, under strong advisement from her husband, accepted staff from the aiji‑dowager.”
Advisement from Tabini.
“Assignments had a very close call with Komaji,” Algini went on. “He could take the dismissal as the aiji’s displeasure with his wife. He knows that Komaji did not get to the Atageini. He may believe he has averted that threat. We do not believe Shishoji would make an attempt on Tabini‑aiji at this point. His organization has been disrupted. We did, however, separate the heir from the household to compartmentalize our problems. We had a choice: to go to Malguri, which would better protect the heir, the aiji‑dowager, Tatiseigi, and these young guests–but which would have us remote, reliant on transcontinental communications which are extremely risky, and put us in a position where assets such as Tirnamardi could be peeled away from us or damaged, which we cannot allow. We decided to strengthen Tirnamardi, and at that point, we had to put our own plan into motion and be sure we could keep Tirnamardi safe. We decided to involve Lord Geigi, and see if he could assist with equipment which we are–one apologizes, nandi–not supposed to have. Not weapons, but communications methods independent of our Guild, and protective equipment.”
Apologize? He could only be thankful for his aishid’s foresight. Profoundly thankful.
“We did not expect nand’ Jase and his guards to arrive with the equipment,” Algini added, “but we accept the assistance. We do not expect a move against us yet. We think our opposition has made one necessary move, in stopping Lord Komaji. They are surely looking us over and finding out that Tirnamardi is no longer an easy mark. They are surely finding out that the Taibeni and the Atageini have made an alliance beyond a signature on a piece of paper. They are surely aware that the situation immediately surrounding the aiji has changed. They might naturally expect, given the foreign visitors, that there will be precautions taken and personnel shifted about, and of course we gave out that we are all at Malguri. How soon they penetrate that story will tell us something about their sources and their capabilities. We are unashamedly using the presence of our young guests to make those changes. And we hope our adversaries will believe that everything we are doing is just a temporary change and that things will go back to their former vulnerability, once the shuttle returns these children to space.”
After the official birthday celebration. Back in the Bujavid . . . with all the danger it might entail, including exposure to other Guild, who would have been put in place by Assignments.
“At that time,” Algini said, “there will be the option to send Cajeiri to the station with them. Temporarily. Possibly the aiji‑dowager as well. At that point–we will go after Haikuti, and we will go after Shishoji. There will be no Filing. We will otherwise observe the law. If you wish to go up to the station with the aiji‑dowager and the young gentleman, Bren‑ji, it will be safer, and we will be free to do what we must do.”
He took in a breath, instantly sure. “No. No, I will not leave you, nadiin‑ji. Where I have influence, where I have any authority, I shall use it in whatever manner you need, and if I am present in any situation, you are protecting me. What you do then–is legal.”
Banichi said, quietly, warmly, “We are not surprised, Bren‑ji. We only ask you keep your head down. Literally.”
God. So it was coming.
One hoped Tabini was right to trust Damiri. The coming operation, their lives, the security of the whole atevi world relied on that one emotional judgment.
But couldn’t he say, lacking the hardwiring to feel atevi emotions, and going solely on his human senses, that he trusted the four people who were telling him this?
When push came to shove, he bet everything on them. And had no doubts.
They’d just had, perhaps, a trial of Tatiseigi’s new security arrangement, this morning.
From inside, as it looked to be.
They’d chosen to be separate from the Bujavid–but to have as short a distance as possible to the spaceport; now he knew why that was; and as short a distance as possible between them and the capital–and Guild Headquarters. He’d been anticipating trouble from Komaji.