“So they essentially told the truth,” Bren said.
“They were, they say, one of three teams protecting the former lord. And Pajeini knows them– wanted them, and, they think, the intent was to create a crisis in the north to draw forces from the south. We do not want to undertake operations with the young gentleman’s guests present, but–” Banichi said, “we know where Pajeini is, we have a good idea where Haikuti is, and we know where Shishoji is, a rare thing, in itself. The dowager is inclined to move.”
It was what he had feared, last night. It was everything he had sworn to Tabini would not happen–risk to Cajeiri, a potential for their young guests to be involved in a Guild action. Not to mention the risk to Ilisidi herself.
But that would exist, no matter what. Ilisidi was not going to fortify herself in Malguri and wait for an outcome. Far less did he believe she would go up to the space station . . . possibly that she would not want to send Cajeiri there–for political reasons. The heir of the aishidi’tat had been absent from one crisis. Even at his age–there was a problem in having him in human keeping during a second one. He saw that. But–
Damn.
“We have perhaps an hour before we get any other call,” Jago said. “Perhaps less. Will you share breakfast, Bren‑ji?”
“Where are Tano and Algini this morning, nadiin‑ji?”
“They are catching a little more sleep. They should be with us very soon now.”
“A cup of tea. Part of a roll, perhaps.”
Jago got up, got a cup and poured for him. The hot liquid helped the external chill. But not the one inside. His bare feet were freezing.
“There are actions under way,” Banichi said. “We have sent a warning to the commander in Amarja. We cannot be specific about it in this circumstance, but the dowager’s forces at Reijisan have now gotten their own sources of information on the Shadow Guild’s operation, and they will inform command. The matter of sending out locals unequipped–that requires a more delicate inquiry than we can make directly at this point–but the one to blame is likely one individual whose principle threat is in records, not weapons. We are not sending out couriers, badly as we need to pass word. We are not, at the moment, making any stir on the road or near the train station. The Kadagidi, meanwhile, have landed in a very uncomfortable position. One of the great advantages of Filing Intent, beyond, of course, operating within the law–is that the target is limited, everyone is advised, and there is far less chance of the sort of mistake the Kadagidi have made. Their intelligence does not seem to have penetrated Tatiseigi’s security, and consequently they have launched their operation in the presence of the aiji‑dowager, the heir, and foreign guests. Is the aiji‑dowager to let an Unfiled move in her vicinity pass without comment? No. Their illegal action has run head‑on into the dowager’s intentions, while they are already under a ban. And that, one thinks, is exactly what the dowager is assessing. She could challenge them in court over this, and Tabini‑aiji could remove Aseida from the lordship. But that would take time. The Shadow Guild connections would quietly rearrange themselves and we would still have them operating, not much inconvenienced: Haikuti would survive. Aseida might not.”
“She should go after them,” Jago said in a low voice. “We have the route the Dojisigi were to use. There is a hole in the hedge, Bren‑ji, carefully concealed, and a door to the Kadagidi kitchens arranged to stay open. A trap, very possibly, but there are also reasons the Kadagidi would like to have a report from this pair. There is even a reason Haikuti would want to talk to them and that Pajeini would want these two back in the south. They would be an asset not lightly to be thrown away. And by then–they would be outlawed in the north, perfectly suited to take Pajeini’s other orders, possibly against Lord Machigi.”
“Are we ready for an operation? Did you get any sleep last night, nadiin‑ji?”
“By turns,” Banichi said, and shrugged. “Do not worry about us, Bren‑ji. We manage. Unfortunately, Cenedi chooses the teams to go. For this one–he will not risk us.”
“Do we know yet who on their side is directing operations?”
“To a certain extent,” Banichi said, “this far up the chain of command, it may make less difference. Assignments makes the strategic decisions, but he is very old and has never taken the field. Haikuti is the tactician. They both give orders. Shishoji believes he is firmly in charge. Haikuti is disposed to believe he has the authority if he chooses to use it, and that Shishoji will be forced to take care of the details. That is my own interpretation. Haikuti is the reckless one, the engine that drives things. If there is another coup in the making, at present, it will come from him.”
Something had changed. Something more had gotten into the equation last night. Banichi spoke as if he had some window into Assignments that he had not had a few days ago. And he looked unhappy with the situation.
“This is a chancy business,” he said. “To go into that house–”
“If the Kadagidi are paying any attention,” Banichi said, “and it is certain they are–they will have noted the furor last night. They may wonder was it the execution of the mission–or did it go astray? And if their spies have already gotten close enough to get a distant view of children out on the grounds, though we have tried to prevent that–they may now know it is not Tatiseigi alone in residence, and any question of where the dowager has taken the young gentleman and his guests is answered. The Dojisigi did not communicate with the Kadagidi once they were here and realized they had a problem with the mission. We have the means to be sure of that. But the news of what has happened this morning in the Dojisigin Marid will travel. Once it reaches Assignments, and the Kadagidi, one is relatively confident the Kadagidi–and possibly Assignments as well–will start taking protective measures. Assassinations, attacks from the field, political accusations–any means by which they might throw us off balance and destabilize the aishidi’tat. One does not like to think of explosives targeting villages anywhere, north or south, but such things may be used in the north, just as easily, attacks aimed at our allies. These people are outnumbered. The majority of the south is now against them. If the light shines on them too directly– fear is the only weapon they have that we do not. The dowager’s view is that we have, in these few hours, a very narrow window in which to act or decline acting–and we concur. We should take action, in this venture into Kadagidi territory, but Cenedi will not permit it. The dowager will send Nawari, and two of her high‑level units.”