Foreigner - Explorer. Part 26

"You too. Urgently."

"Intend to."

He was outside, Jase was inside. The lift door shut between them and the lift climbed, Jase's errand of courtesy was done, enabling Jase's escape to his own responsibilities. Even bed, if Jase was lucky, but Sabin's silence and Guild prisoners on two-deck didn't augur well for that chance. He wished he could relieve Jase. But protocols were in the way.

"Thanks," he muttered to Jerry, and went for the atevi section door-which opened before he could touch the switch. Staff was monitoring him that closely.

His staff met him on the other side, Banichi and Jago, who swept him safely, warmly into their own corridor and within their protection.

He couldn't say, after his brief foray up topside, We have solved the problem We have solved the problem. He couldn't say, The s.h.i.+p is safe The s.h.i.+p is safe.

But he hadn't gone up there into a perfect situation, either, and both statements might be a little closer to truth than they had been an hour ago.

Cenedi turned up, too, not a few steps past the dowager's door. Things began to pa.s.s in an exhausted blur, but Bren was relatively sure Cenedi had not been in the corridor a second ago. "Bren-aiji," Cenedi said formally, "the dowager wishes to see you before you rest."

Then, G.o.d save him, young Cajeiri, trying his best to be discreet and adult, turned up right at his heels. "Great-grandmother is very pleased, nandi."

"One is honored." Courtesy was automatic, even if the body wanted nothing more than to collapse into his own chair. The dowager reasonably wished to have the latest information, though he hadn't yet had time or coherency to talk to his own staff. So he addressed himself to Cenedi, marshalling his wits. "The parties are at standoff, nadiin-ji. One expects political postures. Communications and surveillance instruments they carried will have been cut off. That will surely bring repercussions. Jase is adamantly maintaining the s.h.i.+p's integrity, however, and supported by the crew." He was in the atevi world now, the solid depths of the s.h.i.+p, where supported by the crew supported by the crew meant that man'chi was in good order and the s.h.i.+p was whole and healthy-it was the simple truth, but he grew dizzy from such s.h.i.+fts of world-view and reality, from reckoning what humans thought, and how atevi saw it, and what the real and objective truth was, a more fragile thing- meant that man'chi was in good order and the s.h.i.+p was whole and healthy-it was the simple truth, but he grew dizzy from such s.h.i.+fts of world-view and reality, from reckoning what humans thought, and how atevi saw it, and what the real and objective truth was, a more fragile thing- And reckoning, too, where the pitfalls of interspecies a.s.sumption lay, which was the paidhi's unique job.

"Has this rebel Guild changed its mind, then?" Cajeiri asked.

"No, young sir, and one doubts their sanity." Bren answered, and saw Cenedi seize the inquisitive heir by the shoulder, diverting him firmly to the background.

"But, Cenedi-ji," the heir said.

"Hus.h.!.+" Cenedi said, and the heir hushed, as they collectively approached Ilisidi's outside study door, the direct way in.

Cenedi opened that that door, signal honor to an exhausted, chill-p.r.o.ne human. He was deeply grateful not to have to brave the burning cold of the back corridor. door, signal honor to an exhausted, chill-p.r.o.ne human. He was deeply grateful not to have to brave the burning cold of the back corridor.

Inside he met, still, a comparative chill, dimly lit. It had that comforting faint petroleum scent of old atevi residences, and overlain on the s.h.i.+p's geometries, all the curved lines and ornate textures of very old power.

And the dowager, sitting in her chair, reading by that dim light, quietly, slowly laid her book in her lap as the returning diplomat made his wobble-kneed small bow. She met him with a smile. "You play the servant very well, I'm told. Clever, clever fellow."

Alarms rang. One had to be on alert with her. Always. "My mother insisted on manners, aiji-ma."

Eyes half-lidded. "And what will the station say now that we are less mannerly?"

She was asking-without asking-shall we attack?

"Oh, likely the station will threaten the fuel, which, if it exists, we doubt they will destroy, this being their greatest a.s.set, aiji-ma. It will have taken years of effort to gain, would take more to replace, and even in the affairs of the Guild, common folk do have an opinion-not a very important one, rarely unified. But it counts, and the Guild leaders.h.i.+p occasionally has to fear it. The Guild should fear popular opinion on this s.h.i.+p, for a beginning. Crew is not pleased with the Guild-master, and has not been, all through this voyage. Now Sabin-aiji's signal has gone silent and we hear nothing from her or her security. Therefore Jase arrested the Guild agents."

"And what has Jase-aiji told this Guild?"

"That Sabin-aiji can certainly counter his orders and release these agents once she stands on this deck and reclaims her authority from the aiji-junior. That until she does, the s.h.i.+p will not cooperate."

Ilisidi smiled and nodded benignly as any comfortably set grandmother. "And what will the foreigner-s.h.i.+p do, in the meanwhile, while we remain mired in controversy?"

"That still remains a worry, aiji-ma. No greater and no less a worry than before we restrained these intemperate agents. But their patience must grow less by the hour."

"And now Sabin-aiji has imprudently gotten herself in a difficulty, does one conclude?" Again, implied, a power vacuum.

"Likely, however, she is alive."

"Would this Guild use forceful interrogation?"

"They might use drugs on her subordinates. That might be, but one believes they would make her very angry."

Ilisidi's amber eyes caught the light, s.h.i.+mmered palest gold, twin moons. "She has lived on the borders of our a.s.sociation. She has dealt with the ais.h.i.+di'tat ais.h.i.+di'tat. She well understands how any admission of our presence would lead to more questions and far greater suspicion. I have already sent word to Jase-aiji, suggesting that the next attempt to board will not likely be a paltry effort of inept spies. We have seen their subtlety." A waggle of fingers, suggesting that subtlety was not great. "One expects some stronger effort, and one counts armed a.s.sault a possibility, since subtlety failed. With With this s.h.i.+p, the Guild, which has languished here for years under threat, has mobility. It might attack that s.h.i.+p out there. When will that s.h.i.+p attack us, do you think?" this s.h.i.+p, the Guild, which has languished here for years under threat, has mobility. It might attack that s.h.i.+p out there. When will that s.h.i.+p attack us, do you think?"

He was too tired to think. The brain was attempting configurations of thought just too complex to chase right now. "Instinct, aiji-ma, says it's not likely. They wait. They have waited for six years, it seems, and one thinks they will go on waiting so long as we keep from alarming them."

"The station taking the s.h.i.+p would surely alarm them."

"It would. I'm sure it would-if they detected that."

"And this Guild. They might have made us feel welcome and easy in this meeting and then attacked. On the contrary, they have offended Sabin-aiji and now Jase-aiji. They have offended this crew. So you say."

"So it seems, aiji-ma."

A wave of an arthritic hand. "They are fools."

"They have been fools for centuries, aiji-ma. But armed and powerful fools."

"This authority is fearful of us? Or have they some distaste for subterfuge?"

"One believes they are fearful for for their authority, aiji-ma, and know that man'chi will divert from them toward us once truths begin to come out." their authority, aiji-ma, and know that man'chi will divert from them toward us once truths begin to come out."

"Ought we then to provide these truths?"

"We would frighten the population, aiji-ma, until we can provide ourselves as an avenue of escape." He was so tired he was falling on his face, yearning for nothing more than his own mattress, and the dowager, characteristically, gave him nightmares. "And we still hesitate to enc.u.mber the s.h.i.+p by taking a great number aboard. We have to let Jase attempt to deal with this." would frighten the population, aiji-ma, until we can provide ourselves as an avenue of escape." He was so tired he was falling on his face, yearning for nothing more than his own mattress, and the dowager, characteristically, gave him nightmares. "And we still hesitate to enc.u.mber the s.h.i.+p by taking a great number aboard. We have to let Jase attempt to deal with this."

"So we spend all effort on this Guild squabble. And this Guild had rather squabble than deal with this foreign s.h.i.+p-after offending it by firing at it, as seems the case. This is hardly reasonable behavior. Have they a reason for confidence we as yet fail to know?"

The world swung around him. The walls did. He found no solid ground.

Dots... marched on a screen. An alien craft. An incursion. An expedition. His mind was trying to form a conclusion.

"Aiji-ma, I don't know. I have no answers."

"But will find out. Will find out very soon."

"I must, aiji-ma." he said, "but now, aiji-ma, I plead exhaustion, and trust myself and my staff to your resourcefulness, aiji-ma, confident in that, always."

Dots and light and dark. Flow of events.

The dowager said: "Sabin appointed Tamun."

Sometimes Ilisidi turned corners and forgot to inform those engaged in arguments with her. But this leap of logic jerked him sideways. Tamun occurred to her.

Tamun, a junior captain, had mutinied against Ramirez, senior captain, when Phoenix Phoenix had come to the atevi world. had come to the atevi world.

Why, an ateva would ask? What had changed in Tamun's mind? What was the agenda on which he operated?

That was the cliff on which Ilisidi set him to perch for whatever sleep he could get. was the cliff on which Ilisidi set him to perch for whatever sleep he could get.

Sabin, not within Ilisidi's man'chi, remained a question-in Ilisidi's mind, surely. In his, too. In Jase's. In no few reasoning individuals' minds, the more since her communications had gone silent-hers and the majority of the s.h.i.+p's trained security personnel. But there was more than that. Sabin's relation to Tamun had always troubled them. And now Sabin, who had appointed Tamun to office, had fallen into Guild hands. And taken twenty-odd s.h.i.+p's personnel into silence with her.

Had Tamun mutinied over the station mission tape? Over information Ramirez withheld from crew? Had Tamun been outraged crew? Or a Guild agent in the path of command? Tamun mutinied over the station mission tape? Over information Ramirez withheld from crew? Had Tamun been outraged crew? Or a Guild agent in the path of command?

"I haven't forgotten," he murmured. "I never have forgotten."

Ilisidi lifted that thin, age-wrought hand. "One would never suppose that what was true when Ramirez left this place is still true here. All things change. Persons fall from power. Persons rise. Agendas change." A second time Ilisidi waggled her fingers. "An old woman has little to do but think in her isolation, understand. These may be idle fancies. One amuses oneself. But weary as you are, you surely pay little attention to us. Go. Sleep. Rest."

"Aiji-ma." He bowed. His wits had taken one final battering. But he thought. Crazed as he was, he found his brain working.

Dicey. Very dicey, he said to himself, tired enough and bemused enough to walk into walls. He took his leave, found the door switch and exited back to the cruel, cold glare of the corridor lights, to alienly human corridors where Cenedi waited, along with Banichi and Jago.

"One is grateful for the dowager's concern," Bren said, Cenedi having every right to have some kind of summary. His voice was going. "As always, the dowager offers good advice. Utmost vigilance. She reminds us that whatever exists here was not planned for our arrival. We We are interlopers in a situation. We may not be its most active component. And she asked about Tamun, in connection with Sabin's silence. But I have to rest. Forgive me, Cenedi-ji, I have to rest now." He was crazily sleepier and sleepier, a cascade of bodily resources all deserting him. are interlopers in a situation. We may not be its most active component. And she asked about Tamun, in connection with Sabin's silence. But I have to rest. Forgive me, Cenedi-ji, I have to rest now." He was crazily sleepier and sleepier, a cascade of bodily resources all deserting him.

"Nandi." Cenedi evidenced that he understood his fatigue, and posed no challenge. Bren gave a small bow, about all he had in him, and walked, trying to make it a straight line. He had Banichi and Jago alone, now, and at the end of the hall, saw his own quarters, his own staff waiting, with Narani.

Wise, good Narani, who would do everything possible to put him to bed for a decent few hours.

"Supper and bath and bed, Bren-ji?" Banichi asked.

"Bed," he said."The dowager has some few misgivings that Sabin-aiji may be-or become-unreliable. I confess I have similar misgivings, though tempered by a feeling I haven't-at the moment-the wit to explain." He thought it was a straggling, struggling human human feeling trying to work its way through his brain, but he couldn't, in his fogged state, be sure of its nature. "And we should remain concerned we have only the word of this Guild that fuel is ready for us. That they would lie-yes, not even for much advantage. Their instinct is to lie, to protect all information, useful and not. There may be fuel. There may not. Things are stable, but not as I would wish, nadiin-ji. We have this offended alien out there. We have a question, nadiin, feeling trying to work its way through his brain, but he couldn't, in his fogged state, be sure of its nature. "And we should remain concerned we have only the word of this Guild that fuel is ready for us. That they would lie-yes, not even for much advantage. Their instinct is to lie, to protect all information, useful and not. There may be fuel. There may not. Things are stable, but not as I would wish, nadiin-ji. We have this offended alien out there. We have a question, nadiin, why why Tamun once turned against Ramirez, and what Sabin knows that she never told Jase or us. She is no fool. Yet she deliberately took an untrustworthy guard and went aboard the station, leaving Jase with the s.h.i.+p, armed and warned, and told to heed no word from her until she returns." Tamun once turned against Ramirez, and what Sabin knows that she never told Jase or us. She is no fool. Yet she deliberately took an untrustworthy guard and went aboard the station, leaving Jase with the s.h.i.+p, armed and warned, and told to heed no word from her until she returns."

"With increasing certainty," Banichi said, "we must take this station, Bren-nadi."

Mild shock. At least mild shock. Trust Banichi's absolute clear view of a situation, when his own stuck at leaping over human barriers. He had thought of taking over the s.h.i.+p-with Jase's consent. Banichi was far more ambitious.

Reasonable? Not reasonable? His heart gave two wilder beats, no longer quite panicked. He He wasn't inhibited by his humanity. Or by being atevi. He had occasionally to apply it as a logic-check, as a brake on atevi actions that might be a shade excessive when dealing with humans not quite as hair-triggered as his escort. wasn't inhibited by his humanity. Or by being atevi. He had occasionally to apply it as a logic-check, as a brake on atevi actions that might be a shade excessive when dealing with humans not quite as hair-triggered as his escort.

But plan big? Banichi certainly did that.

Taking the station would solve a certain number of problems here.

Relations with humans might suffer... not alone of the Guild, but of the s.h.i.+p- And of persons capable and willing to serve as agents, they had no more than the dowager's security, and his.

Yet for what had Tabini-aiji appointed him lord of the heavens and sent him out here? Not to sit on his hands, that was sure.

"One must rest a few hours, nadiin-ji. My reasoning grows exceedingly suspect."

"Shall we," Jago asked, "consider possibilities in this direction?"

"I believe we should. We may take Jase into our confidence. I shall have to finesse that. But I believe we may ultimately rely on Jase. On his man'chi. On the man'chi of the crew to him. On the a.s.sociation of our mission to all his a.s.sociations." His brain veered momentarily sidelong, into human thinking. Or hybrid thinking, such as his and Jase's had gotten to be. "I don't think he expected man'chi from the crew, such as he has. They will follow him. And that is a rare and extraordinary a.s.set among humans, nadiin-ji." He didn't know whether he was thinking straight or not, but it seemed to him he had suddenly drawn a fair bead on the situation. "That is an a.s.set we should greatly value-this crew, and Jase."

"One perceives so, Bren-ji," Jago said, and Banichi said something of the like.

He didn't even remember reaching his room. He had the impression he'd spoken with staff. He thought he'd turned down a pot of tea. He undressed, handing the gun as well as the clothing to Bindanda and finished his muddled thought about Jase-something about the meeting with crew-while lying on his face, naked on cool sheets, with the scent and the feel of his own mattress to tell him where he was.

Only a crazed recollection of his hours above five-deck persisted to tell him, indeed, he and Jase had actually-well, if not won the round, at least had the problem locked away. Here and there were not congruent. These decks didn't match the others. The reasons down here didn't match those on upper decks, but they fit well enough. They got along.

He didn't know when he'd been as tired, as absolutely out of resources. He crashed again, beyond coherency, telling himself he had to get up and check on essentials, if he could remember what they were-involving Guild enforcers locked away, involving Sabin, involving that great hole in the station...

He waked a third time and crawled toward the edge of his bed in that total darkness that, with atevi, pa.s.sed for moderate. "Rani-ji?"

Staff kept the intercom live, to hear such calls. It was not, however, Narani who answered the summons, but Bindanda: bulky shadow in the doorway, a merciless spear of light from the outer corridor, a glare that afflicted his eyes and comforted him at once. If there were any sort of trouble from upper decks he was sure domestic staff would wake him to report.

They hadn't. He could could sleep if he wished, and oh, he wished. Resolution trembled. So did the arm that supported his weight. sleep if he wished, and oh, he wished. Resolution trembled. So did the arm that supported his weight.

But Jago wasn't here. Jago Jago wasn't here. wasn't here.

"Is there any word down from Jase, Danda-ji?"

"No, nandi."

"Jase surely would tell me if there were developments." He believed it, but Jase, too, had to rest. And he daren't pin the future of two species on his faith in anyone's waking him. "Kindly see to it this happens, Danda-ji. And maintain our watch. Jase must sleep, too."

"One will surely make that effort, nandi. Do go back to sleep. I have that firm instruction, to say so."

"Where is Jago?"

"Resting, one believes."

Then it was all right. Bindanda wouldn't lie to him. "I have every confidence in staff," he murmured-and dropped onto his face.

The door closed. The light went.

If, however, Banichi weren't weren't up to something, Jago would be safe in his bed, asleep, would she not? And she wasn't. And resting didn't mean sleeping. So Banichi up to something, Jago would be safe in his bed, asleep, would she not? And she wasn't. And resting didn't mean sleeping. So Banichi was was up to something. up to something.

The whole staff might be up to it along with them-whatever it it was. Cenedi might likewise be aiding and abetting. was. Cenedi might likewise be aiding and abetting.

And any action involving foreign humans-or worse, not humans-triggered every warning bell the long-time paidhi-aiji owned.

He urgently needed, despite Bindanda's wishes, to get up off his face and get dressed and advise his staff where the limits were.

Don't a.s.sume. Don't do any of those things that had been downright fatal in interspecies relations. The Pilots' Guild on Reunion Station wasn't the President's office on Mospheira. There was no equivalency.

And most of all, none of them knew the nature of that s.h.i.+p out there. There were answers they had to get. A mission for that that craft that might or might not let them leave this place: there was no guarantee of reciprocal favors-that logic didn't reach to the back end of the human spectrum and it didn't hold up as far as atevi councils, either. Expectation of like result was a box that hemmed in his thinking, that guided him toward what might be a false conclusion, when he ought to be using his head and thinking of multiple ways out. craft that might or might not let them leave this place: there was no guarantee of reciprocal favors-that logic didn't reach to the back end of the human spectrum and it didn't hold up as far as atevi councils, either. Expectation of like result was a box that hemmed in his thinking, that guided him toward what might be a false conclusion, when he ought to be using his head and thinking of multiple ways out.

He needed to be consulting with his staff-knowing-at least being reasonably confident-that Banichi wouldn't actually put anything into operation without telling him. He'd told Banichi that. Hadn't he given that instruction?

He couldn't quite remember. But he had confidence in Banichi, more even than in Jase.

His eyes were shut. Sleep wasn't a very long hike.

But along that short journey, he began to think critically-a sign of returning faculties.