He stopped reading. It had, indeed, taken more than that, but a boatload of Mantis raiders could put a hole through anybody’s plans. He wondered who Aderonis was, and what he would think when no word came, and then when word finally did come. The family’s direct authority, he thought unhappily. No mistaking the meaning of that. You did it, Master Maker, he considered. You put one over on the Spider-kinden. I just hope you feel happy with yourself after they find out you killed one of their Aristoi. Killing a tattered renegade like Ebris of the Ganbrodiel would raise no great waves, but a female of the family Aldanrael… Could I have stopped the Mantis-kinden? He had not even known that a bow was being drawn on the woman until after the arrow had hit its mark.
I think the war has just started.
He stowed the papers inside his jerkin and flitted back out for the decks. Jaclen could continue to Everis, but Laszlo and Danaen’s people would be steering the Very Blade back towards Collegium, because Stenwold Maker needed to hear of this as soon as possible.
Thirteen
The name hung in the air after Stenwold had spoken it: Aldanrael. A name grown familiar to the folk of Collegium, a name that spoke of friendship and rescue in dark days. He did not rush the silence but looked from face to face, those few there with him in his study: Jodry Drillen, of course, who was looking as though he had just been stabbed; brooding, bearded Tomasso, keeping his peace before the Speaker; Laszlo and the Mantis, Danaen, as witnesses; the reliably solid figure of Elder Padstock, Chief Officer of the Maker’s Own company; and Arianna.
She stood behind his chair, her hands on his shoulders. Those hands had twitched as he named the Spider house, and he had merely thought, She understands what this means, crossing swords with the Aristoi.
‘Can… can you be sure, though?’ Jodry managed at last. ‘Towards the Spiderlands, things are seldom clear, they say… don’t they?’
‘Things have been well concealed from us for over a year, if Failwright’s notes are to be believed,’ Stenwold replied. ‘We have accomplished that rarest of achievements: we have stolen a march over the Spider-kinden. They did not know we were warned of them until Danaen’s people hacked down their hirelings. There was a Spider-kinden master of the ship that Danaen sailed into harbour, and she left papers.’ Stenwold gave a half-smile. ‘The Aldanrael is named.’
‘Stenwold,’ Jodry almost whispered. ‘Stenwold, we can’t… you know what this means. There must be another way. You are bringing us to war.’
‘No!’ Stenwold snapped. ‘That’s exactly the rumour that Teornis will stir up. That is the muttering that people like Helmess Broiler will raise, who bear neither of us any fond feelings. They will say, “There goes old Maker, desperate for another war so he can play soldier again.” I did not bring us to this, Jodry. I have uncovered a plot, a hidden war against our city.’
‘Then what are you proposing?’ Jodry demanded.
‘We confront them. We expose what we have discovered, and call their bluff. I’d hope they’d back down, blame everything on someone else, and give up whatever scheme it is that they’re about. Either that or we’ll exchange the Aldanrael for some other house less interested in our shipping. You know how the Aristoi families feud. Believe me, Jodry, I did not go looking for a war with the Spiderlands.’
Jodry glanced over Stenwold’s shoulder. ‘My dear, what say you? You can perhaps know the mind of your people better than we.’
Arianna looked down at Stenwold’s bald head, and then across at fat Jodry. ‘I do not think the Aldanrael, or the Spiderlands, will simply walk away,’ she told him sadly. ‘You’ve killed one of their own.’
‘Can we deal with this quietly?’ Jodry asked. ‘Perhaps we can just get Teornis in a room and talk him round.’ Stenwold could not see Arianna’s expression, but from Jodry’s reaction he guessed that it was not encouraging.
‘I’m not sure Teornis and the Aldanrael will let this be settled quietly,’ he murmured.
‘But they’re Spiders. I thought they liked all that hole-and-corner stuff,’ Jodry complained.
Stenwold sighed. ‘Teornis knows we don’t want another war, not so swiftly on the heels of the last. He will hope that we sue for peace, submit to whatever terms he demands, rather than fight. And meanwhile the Empire’s building up forces near Myna. It wouldn’t take much distraction on our part to see the Empress acquire a few more provinces while our back’s turned. Teornis knows all this.’
‘There will be panic, uproar. We’ll throw the whole Assembly into a horror, statesmen and merchants and scholars all,’ Jodry said direly.
‘But, more than that,’ Stenwold stated, ‘our people have been robbed, some have been killed. Master Rones Failwright, a member of our Assembly, has vanished, and it seems plain that the Spiders did away with him once his voice grew too loud. I don’t think we can hide this, but also I’m not sure that we should. I don’t think the Spiders want a war either, and a show of defiance now may forestall all of that. Collegium must be strong, and we may just face down Spiderlands and Empire both.’
‘If you go begging to them,’ Danaen agreed, ‘they will give you only knives. They will cut you and cut you, and make you ask them to cut you again. Spiders must be met with sword in hand. There is no other way.’
‘Thank you for that.’ Jodry grimaced. ‘I’d accuse you, Stenwold Maker, of being a man who refuses to take the easy way out of anything. However, in this case, I’m not sure there’s an easy way. I wish you weren’t right quite so often, is all. You’re prepared to handle this at the Assembly?’
‘When have I ever shied from bringing unwanted truths before the Assembly?’ Stenwold reproached him.
‘Then I’ll call you, tomorrow, first thing.’
Stenwold nodded and took a deep breath. ‘Chief Officer Padstock.’
‘Yes, War Master.’ The woman looked as though she had been waiting for this moment all her life.
‘Tomorrow I would like you to assemble your company before the Amphiophos. Take no action unless ordered to, or unless violence is offered you, but I want a reminder that Collegium is more than books and words and coin to be taken.’
‘It will be my pleasure, War Master,’ she said, and only then did he realize that she had used the title a moment before.
Well, perhaps it is time to don that robe once again, he thought, without joy.
One by one they filed out until, after they had gone, it was just Arianna left there in Stenwold’s study with him. He was fretting with his papers and she knew, from that old habit, that he had more to say.
Did Teornis know this was coming? she asked herself. Did he broach me because of this? She guessed not, or he would have detailed some more active work for her already, given her some specific instructions. But he knew that he would lock horns with Stenwold, sooner or later. A saying of her people, of her family, returned to her. You cannot stop how fast the world turns. The world had ground her family into pieces. Now she herself would have to stay one step ahead of it.
Stenwold was regarding her with a slight smile on her face. ‘I know,’ he said.
Her heart stuttered. He knows? ‘Sten?’ she asked, her voice smooth and easy. There was an art that all Spiders learned, to keep a gap between the mind and face so that no shock to one caused ripples on the other.
‘This situation, I know it’s not like going up against the Empire, sword against sword. I know Spiders are a different game entirely.’
Oh, if only you really did, though. He was proffering her a tiny scroll, a curl of paper barely the size of her little finger. She took it numbly, opened it to find a single line of elaborate script. ‘Welcome to the Dance,’ she read. She had no doubt that it was in Teornis’s own hand. Anything else would have been bad form.
‘It came to me via the very messenger I sent to fetch Jodry,’ Stenwold explained.
‘You know what this means?’ she pressed. She felt a clutch of tension inside her, but she did not know whether it was for Stenwold’s future or her own.