“We all pay our dues to the Seneschal, Your Lordship.” The shopkeeper acknowledged Howan Fai’s careful inspection of the posted certificates. “It’ll be better for all of us when this Conclave is over,” the man said. “We dearly love the city’s visitors, of course, but the Seneschal is Tajvana.”
Munn Lii stepped quickly out the front door to check the street more thoroughly. Howan Fai stayed inside, waiting for his guard’s all clear and intrigued by the shopkeeper’s comments.
“Visitors? I suspect many of us will be staying for quite some time. After the Conclave, we’ll have to set up residences for officials coordinating with the unified empire. I’ll likely be going home soon, but it’ll be good for Tajvana to grow don’t you think?”
“As Your Lordship says, that’d be well enough, of course. But the Caliraths, won’t they want to get back to Hawkwing in the Ternathian Isles again? They left once, you know.”
Through the shop’s broad windows Munn Lii gave him the sign to wait and Howan Fai examined the shopkeeper’s face. The man didn’t seem to believe his own words, quite, but the way he leaned in and pressed his lips together did seem to imply he hoped Howan Fai would confirm them.
“I believe Tajvana should prepare itself to be the imperial seat for the Winged Crown once again,” he said finally.
“Oh.” The man deflated. “And Your Lordship is quite sure?”
“Yes.” He read fear in the shopkeeper’s eyes, so he added, “The Caliraths will be good for Tajvana. You’ve seen the carpenters and masons repairing the Grand Palace.” He seized on a point he expected a local merchant to appreciate. “There’ll be more fine work ordered after the worst of the damages are seen to. The gilding over the common entry way to the audience hall is missing for instance.”
“They’d gild the commoner’s entrance?” The man dry swallowed. “Would Your Lordship have heard when the tax for that is scheduled to begin?” When he didn’t have an immediate answer, the man continued, “I’ll need to sell my gold work before the confiscation. Perhaps Your Lordship has a few friends who’d like to come buy at a discount?”
“The Caliraths aren’t thieves,” Munn Lii put in as he re-entered the shop. “And our thieves are long gone, Highness.”
The shopkeeper flustered through an apology that left Howan Fai wondering what sort of policing Tajvana was accustomed to under the Order of Bergahl. He didn’t have to wonder about the tax burden the Order had imposed, though, and he supposed it was inevitable that the shopkeeper would be anticipating the worst. It would be too much to expect him to realize how utterly different from Faroayn Raynarg, the current Seneschal, a man like Zindel chan Calirath truly was. Besides, Zindel wouldn’t need to inflate his treasury just to repair the palace. The Imperial Suite had suffered an explosion of gilded surfaces under the Order of Bergahl stewardship. A few chairs from that chamber would provide more than enough gold leaf to set the entire main entranceway to rights; if the bathroom fixtures were replaced with mere solid silver, the Caliraths could build an entire new facade for the north wing! He seriously considered pointing that out, but the proprietor clearly had too many negative experiences to believe him.
Howan Fai gave up calming the man and left the store.
“There’s little difference between banditry and taxes in some places, Highness,” was all Munn Lii had to say about it.
“This won’t be tolerated for long.” Howan Fai couldn’t help giving a pair of city guardsmen patrolling the street a look of disgust. “I wouldn’t tolerate it, and I don’t believe Emperor Zindel will accept it either.”
Munn Lii was right about their tail and his watcher having disappeared. Howan Fai wasn’t sure the two men hadn’t simply realized they’d been recognized and left. The crowd filling the street now showed no one who stood out or appeared to be lingering anywhere too long. He sincerely hoped the shopkeeper wasn’t too frightened of the criminals’ possible Order affiliation to make a report when the city guard eventually stopped by.
Chapter Eight
December 13
Andrin listened with rapt attention during the afternoon gathering of the Privy Council. Technically it wasn’t a formal meeting since neither Emperor Zindel nor a councilors’ quorum was present, but the working session was vitally important. And her father would be receiving a detailed report of everything they uncovered.
Privy Voice Ulantha Jastyr, formerly the Assistant Privy Voice, sat in the corner making a human record of everything said. She was surrounded by physical reports and notices Andrin vaguely recognized as the routine work of the Privy Voice’s aide. Alazon Yanamar’s resignation was for public consumption, not reality, and Andrin knew her father intended to have the exceptional Talent back in formal service once Darcel Kinlafia was elected. But Jastyr was an excellent Voice in her own right, and Andrin appreciated having one person on the Privy Council who was closer to her age than her father’s.
Andrin added to her very long list of things to accomplish someday, a mental note to find a way to see Jastyr was rewarded for her term as Privy Voice with more than just a thank you and a resumption of her former duties as Alazon Yanamar’s aide and protege. In fact, she supposed it was time she began assembling her own staff-that was another thing Janaki would have been doing if she hadn’t been thrust into his rightful place-and one member of that staff ought to be a Voice of her own.…
The papers and notes Jastyr was shuffling through at the moment had nothing at all to do with Crown Prince Howan Fai Goutin or any of the other Uromathian marriage candidates, however. The Privy Voice was managing all the other reports and notices that had been forwarded to her father’s attention relating to the war, the administration of the empire, and the minutia of coordinating a multi-universe unification.
The other council members focused on the detailed discovery and analysis of marriageable candidates, freeing Jastyr to limit her involvement to making a perfect mental record of the proceedings, and Andrin was deeply thankful for the Privy Voice’s ability to multitask. Having heard her recall before, Andrin had no doubt at all Jastyr would be able to provide the Emperor with a perfect recitation of everything they discussed when she briefed him at the end of the day. But even more important than updating Zindel, Jastyr kept the secret. No one else could be allowed to know they were working on a way around Emperor Chava’s demand until the moment they announced the wedding and Jastyr was playing her part flawlessly. Voices working with the media and serving other royals knew Alazon Yanamar’s mind intimately, but Jastyr was new. The change in Privy Voices would certainly help Darcel’s chances of securing a seat in the new Imperial House of Talents, but perhaps even more importantly, it also protected the secret. Even Voicecasters who might have realized Alazon was hiding something in one of the countless interviews and Voice briefings expected of her position were unlikely to detect those same nuances in Jastyr’s Voice. Not until they’d had longer to become accustomed to Hearing her, at any rate.
First Councilor Taje, at the end of the table opposite Andrin, checked off the agenda items and called on Brithum Dulan to handle the presentation on prospective consorts.
“Your Highness.” Councilor Dulan nodded to her. “I think we have some useful information to present today. We’ve had men investigating every candidate Uromathian prince in Tajvana and a few more who didn’t come for the Conclave. I’ll remind everyone that while every member of the Imperial Guard is loyal, none of the men testifying about their investigations know why they were assigned the task.”