Antaro was nearest. She very carefully pulled back the drape, and there in the gap, against the glow of floodlights below, was a little spindly‑armed silhouette, looking in, hands spread on the glass.
“Let him in,” Cajeiri said. “Let him in! Let him in, Taro‑ji!”
“Gari,” Antaro said to her brother, and Jegari worked his way to the other side of the window. They let the drape fall a moment, as the two of them, each on a side, loosed the latches and carefully eased the window up a little.
“Boji!” Cajeiri said softly, and made that clicking sound he used to imitate Boji’s own. “Egg, Boji! Eisi‑ji, quickly, find him an egg, Eisi‑ji!”
The commotion down in the mecheita pen was clearer with the window open. There were voices outside. Lucasi and Veijico were talking on Guild communications, telling whoever they were talking to that Boji had just come up the wall.
“I have the egg, nandi,” Eisi said.
“Let me have it. Quickly!” Cajeiri took it, and held it in his hand–Boji’s kind could surely see it even in the dark. He obeyed Antaro’s furious signal and kept back against the wall as he reached the window. She shoved him down, low, and he held it on the windowsill, determined not to let Boji snatch it and run.
Boji’s head appeared, under the curtain, in the barely adequate opening Antaro and Jegari had created.
Then more of him eased in under the window. Everyone in the room stayed very still.
“Come, come, come, Boji. Egg. ” He kept it just out of reach. “Take the egg.”
All of Boji came in.
“Now!” Antaro said aloud, and down went the window, smoothly, from both sides.
The window slamming down panicked Boji. He jumped for a chair in the dark and jumped again, one place after another, and lost himself in the recesses of the high ceiling, where no light reached.
“Lock the window,” Veijico said quietly. “Get the young gentleman back from it, nadiin.”
She had just said it and he had gotten up, about to back away, when a shot went off, not near the mecheita pen. North of that, his ears told him. On the grounds outside, but under Great‑uncle’s and mani’s windows.
“Mani!” Cajeiri said. “Nadiin! Mani’s rooms!”
“They are safe,” Lucasi said. “The grooms are closing the herd into the stables. Taibeni riders are coming in. They will be searching that little wood near the garage and all up and down. They may try that powder again. The riders are aware of it.”
Damn, Cajeiri thought. They were all standing in the dark, he still had a stupid egg in his hand, and now his aishid was shifting about, putting protective jackets on, and strapping on their sidearms. He set the egg down on the table nearest, intending to explain to his guests as much as he knew, when of a sudden something dropped like a missile and left again.
And the egg was gone.
· · ·
“Any word?” Bren asked–he and Jase were in the dark, literally. The two of them had been in late conference in Bren’s suite when the alert had come down. Banichi and Jago had grabbed up jackets and pistols and headed out to liaison with Cenedi at the first alarm. Tano and Algini had stayed–armed, in the dark, with the door locked, and talking to someone. Jase had advised Kaplan and Polano, next door, to arm and expect news as it came in.
“We are receiving word,” Tano said calmly, “that fire came from one of the house guards. A sensor picked up someone near the stable. The young gentleman, meanwhile, reports the parid’ja came back to the window and they let him in.”
Guild reports were not sloppy. The report said someone, not movement, or an animal. Some one had been at the stables, and if Cajeiri’s pet had had anything to do with what followed–it had probably run for a high spot when some one had come close to its hiding‑spot.
“We have a problem,” he said in ship‑speak, for Jase’s benefit. “Near the stables. Our problem didn’t get out on foot. He might have decided to risk taking the herd‑leader. Meanwhile Cajeiri’s little pet made it back to his window and they let it in.” He was not happy about the youngsters near a window at the moment.
“You think he’d survive to get a saddle on that fellow?” Jase asked, and simultaneously someone knocked on the door. A human voice said, “Captain?”
“Kaplan and Polano,” Bren said to Tano, who was nearest the door. “Let them in, nadi.”
A quick unlock let Jase’s bodyguard into the room from the lighted hall–and both of them arrived in tees and knit pants, Polano with his rifle, Kaplan with a pistol.
The door shut quickly, leaving them back in the dark.
“We’re all right,” Jase told his guards. “Tano and Algini are with us. The house seems secure but we’ve had an intruder out by the mecheiti.”
“There’s nothing we can do at the moment,” Bren said. Two ship’s security officers trying to assist would only add to the problem–especially with Taibeni riders coming in. “We just sit in the dark and let the Guild figure this one out.”
“Cenedi sent Nawari down the hall to see to the children,” Algini said. “The young gentleman’s aishid reports they opened the window very slightly to retrieve the parid’ja, not having their lights on at that point. They say no one was exposed.”
Cenedi was going to have an extensive word to say to the young gentleman’s aishid, Bren thought. They were all young. Cajeiri was hard to tell no. Thank God they hadn’t had a shot fired through that window.
“The second shot was from a member of Lord Tatiseigi’s Guild, who fired from an assigned position to try to stop two fugitives along the back of the house. Lord Tatiseigi’s man did not pursue. This was his order–not to leave his post for any reason.”
Two fugitives.
Algini was silent a moment. “Taibeni are coming up, part of them through the woods. The western camp has riders out now to sweep the perimeters.”
One would not want to be in the fugitives’ situation. Tatiseigi’s herd was locked in, stout doors and heavy bars assuring that herd was not going to break loose and take after the Taibeni, who were going to be fanning out along the hedges, through the woods, and looking for a scent trail–
Once the mecheiti found it–it was going to be an ugly business out there. The fugitives couldn’t run fast enough–no one could. They could try the powder, they could try shooting from ambush, and they might bring riders and mecheiti down–but not all of them, not before the riders would run them down and the mecheiti would take them apart. They’d saddled fast–the Taibeni might or might not have the war‑caps on those tusks, but with or without, they were lethal. He didn’t want to see the result. But it was a near certainty he would have to. They needed to know whose these men were.
He sat down, feeling his way by the table edge. In the house, everything was quiet.
“Unfortunate,” he said. “The Taibeni aren’t going to go half‑measures. The Taibeni value their animals–and control in a hunting herd is on a thin thread, as it is. If they try that powder trick again–we may not have anyone to question.” He heaved a sigh. “I’m sorry about this.”
“Seems to us your security is handling the problem.”
“I’m very glad they are.”
“Any bets it’s the Kadagidi?”
“We have no few choices.” Tano turned the lights back on. “Are we clear, Tano‑ji?”
“Not yet,” Tano said. “But this floor is clear.”
It was late. It had been late before the trouble began. But there was no chance they were going to go to bed until they had answers. And Supani had stood up, standing at the side, but back on duty, the room having guests. “Tea?” Bren asked Jase. “It seems we’re going to be a while at this.”