The Primus raised his hand. "Surely, Precentor Dieron, you cannot lay the blame for that on Jarlath. How can he be responsible for the presence of devices that distort our own monitoring equipment?"
Myndo stared at the Primus in open amazement. "Isn't he? We know the devices originated in the New Avalon Institute of Science. Jarlath's ROM agents were ordered to infiltrate that institution from the day its doors opened, but they still haven't gotten anywhere. Had we but a hint of how those devices worked, we could have neutralized them. Now Davion has given them to Katrina Steiner so that her councils will be closed to us as well."
"But how has this compromised our security?" Ulthar said. "You know, Precentor, that we will learn of what happened in their secret councils when they send messages back to their subordinates."
Precentor Dieron shook her head. "And if they do not?"
Ulthar rubbed his hands together. "In time, we always find out what was said." He looked down at the ROM chief. "I would suggest, Jarlath, that you convey our distress to your people."
The Primus smiled at Precentor Tharkad, then addressed the other Precentors. "If there is no other . . ."
Precentor Dieron stepped toward the center of the circle. You do not escape that easily, Primus."I have other business." She glared at Jarlath. "You are dismissed."
Jarlath looked up at Tiepolo, whose curt nod gave him permission to leave. Myndo Waterly went to where the ROM chief had stood in the center of the inlaid star, but she refused to kneel. With her head held up defiantly, she waited for the chamber doors to close behind the ROM chief before speaking.
"I wish to know, Primus, your purpose in offering so insidious a message to the gathering last night." She raised her hands to include all of the First Circuit. "For years, we have heard you argue that binding different Houses together was a blind, a sham. You have steadfastly maintained that by playing one alliance off against another, we will retain control of man's destiny.
"Yet with this as your professed goal, you spoke to our guests of unity and a return to the solidarity of mankind. You offered a shining vision of what man had once been, then you portrayed this cursed marriage as the prime example of it. How can you justify this action?"
The Primus breathed in slowly, but neither the pain nor the fatigue completely left his face. In a voice so low that all had to strain to hear, he said, "Once again, Precentor Dieron, your distaste for diplomacy prevents your ability to understand." The Primus shook his head like a parent watching a foolish child. "How is it that a person of your wisdom cannot pierce the veil surrounding my true intent?"
Precentor Dieron trembled with rage. "Do not patronize me, Primus. I will not have it! I serve the Holy Word of Blake, not any man or organization. I know only what I heard last night, and I did not find it a message in keeping with our mission!" She turned to the other Precentors. "What I heard was the Primus placing the destiny of mankind in the hands of generals and political schemers, while offering ComStar as an example of what they could become if they tried."
She turned back and pointed at Tiepolo. "You show us as an example to people who cannot possibly understand ComStar's true significance to mankind. We are not and can never be a mere example. If mankind is to reclaim its destiny and rise from the dung heap of conflict and war and if the Word of Blake is to be fulfilled, mankind needs a leader, not an example. ComStar is that leader, which is what you should have made very clear last night!"
Precentor Tharkad clapped his hands in a slow, insulting cadence. "Bravo, Myndo. As always, you provide us with a glimpse of what small minds think. Our audience last night heard the true message in the Primus's words."
Myndo stiffened. "Did they? After all the idiotic antics you've witnessed over the years, how can you assume any of them were smart enough to hear what I did not?"
Ulthar's predatory smile flashed and Myndo felt his snare close around her. "You, yourself, have just warned us of the dangers posed by Hanse Davion and Katrina Steiner. Are we to suppose that it is pity that has kept these two intellectual giants from crushing their enemies, or shall we believe—correctly—that the combatants are too evenly matched?"
Ulthar shook his head indulgently. "As you did not have ears to hear the Primus last night, allow me to translate his words' true intent. By emphasizing that the wedding ceremony symbolized growth, he poignantly reminded lords of stagnant and dwindling domains that all growth would be at their expense. By urging the blessing of unity upon those assembled, he rekindled the fierce fires of nationality and independence that burn so fiercely in the hearts of that audience. He urged them to bless a union that many of them secretly curse, and in asking them all to come together, he forces them further apart."
Myndo snorted derisively. "Did he say anything that did notrequire such mental contortions to understand?"
Precentor Tharkad nodded slowly. "In holding ComStar up as an example, he diluted our threat. 'Look at us,' he urged, and all there did. They saw a toothless organization in its dotage. Were anyone to point us out as sinister and scheming, he would probably have been laughed out of the room."
Precentor Tharkad smiled at the whole of the First Circuit. "Calm yourself, Precentor Dieron. Though you were deaf to the message spoken last night, do not worry that others did not understand its full import. They did—and closer yet to fruition comes the Word of Blake because of it."
28
ComStar First Circuit Compound
Hilton Head Island, North America, Terra
18 August 3028
Akira Brahe ignored the guide's droning voice and selected a table as far from the Acolyte as possible. He moved toward the corner of the rooftop patio and set his box lunch down on the table. Leaning against the railing that surrounded the patio, he closed his eyes and raised his face to the sun. It feels so good to breathe the salt air and feel the sun's warmth.He exhaled deeply, letting all tension flow from his body.
"Excuse me," a feminine voice interrupted. "But may I join you?"
Akira forced a pleasant smile to his face, but it became more genuine as he opened his eyes and turned to the dark-haired woman. He nodded and waved her to the bench opposite him. "Please be seated."
"Thank you." Dressed in white slacks and a blue-and-white striped sailor jersey, she looked perfectly at home against the oceanscape background. The young woman extended her hand to him with a smile. "My name is Riva."
Akira shook her hand, then bowed. "I am Akira." He slipped onto the bench at his side of the table. "You are from . . . ?"
"The Federated Suns." She looked up at him. "I hope you don't mind that I came to sit with you." She glanced back at the other tour members gathered at tables nearer the ComStar guide. "I didn't realize this tour would be a geriatric attraction."
Akira smiled. "Though I acknowledge our elders as living storehouses of knowledge and tradition," he said in low, conspiratorial tones, "I do not want to spend all my time with them, either."
"The worst of it," said Riva, "is their curiosity. I've been asked so many questions about myself this morning that I feel like a terrorist under interrogation. No more. Your learning where I'm from is the last bit of information I'm giving out." She met his frown with a friendly smile. "Everyone here is being so careful about who they're seen with or what they say that I've decided to give up worrying about it."