Foreigner - Inheritor. Part 34

"Cenedi and the dowager know that for certain. But Mogari-nai, most likely. Which Direiso-daja will not like." She unwound herself upward and tugged on his hand.

Will not like? he asked himself. Getting to his feet, he agreed with. But she ducked out of the tent stark naked into driving rain and pulled him out with her. It was cold rain. They were standing in water. Lightning was still going on, the wind was still fierce and Jago, her black skin glistening in the lightning, sluiced over by the rain, and her braid streaming water, acted as if she were in the safe, warm showers at home.

He followed her example, unwilling to think himself more delicate than she was. He scrubbed and rubbed and was oh so glad she ducked back inside in a hurry. She flung his insulated sleeping bag at him for a towel, and they both cleaned up and dressed and snuggled down with one of the open bags beneath them and one zipped out flat above them, both s.h.i.+vering and holding on to each other.

"Better than a roof in the peninsula," she said, and hugged him close. "Get some sleep."

He tried. He didn't think he could, after the shock of cold water; but the s.h.i.+vering stopped, her warmth was comfortable, her embrace was trustable as anything on earth, and he found himself drifting.

Not love, he said to himself. And then thought, with one of those flashes of insight his professional mind sometimes had, maybe they'd had such rotten luck with the love and man'chi aspect of relations because that word in Mosphei' blurred so many things together it just wasn't safe to deal with.

They were lovers. But Ragi said they were s.e.xual partners.

They were lovers. But Ragi said they were a.s.sociated.

They were lovers. But Ragi said they were within the same lord's man'chi.

They'd made love. But Ragi said there were one-candle nights and two-candle nights and there were relations.h.i.+ps that didn't count the candles at all.

They'd made love. But a Ragi proverb said one candle didn't promise breakfast.

He and Jago would be lucky to have a breakfast undisturbed by the trouble that might come tomorrow, but he'd know his back was protected, come what might, by her and and Banichi. So if their languages didn't say quite the same thing and their bodies didn't quite match and the niches they made that said Banichi. So if their languages didn't say quite the same thing and their bodies didn't quite match and the niches they made that said this person satisfies enough requirements to make me happy this person satisfies enough requirements to make me happy were just a little different-shaped in their psyches, the center of that design might match, leaving just the edges hanging off. were just a little different-shaped in their psyches, the center of that design might match, leaving just the edges hanging off.

But didn't his relations.h.i.+p with Barb have unmatched edges? Didn't every close relations.h.i.+p?

He was quite out of his depth in trying to reckon that. But with Jago he certainly wouldn't count the candles. Whatever they could arrange, as long as it could last from both sides, that was what he'd take.

He was happy, right now, where he was. He didn't swear it would bear the light of the sun. He didn't let himself hope - the way things in his personal life that had looked as if they were going to work had tended not to - that it would stand the sun.

But he trusted that Jago would protect herself.

That thought let him relax, finally, listening to her breathing. In dim-brained curiosity he began timing his breaths to hers and seeing if they could be brought to match. He could force it - but it wasn't quite natural. She seemed asleep, so that might not be a fair test.

He went on trying to make a match, but it eluded him.

CHAPTER 21.

"GOOD NIGHT?" Banichi asked them, in the cold, rainy dawn, when Ilisidi's men were off to saddle the mechieti.

"Quite good," Jago declared with a tilt of her head. "For the curious, yes yes, Banichi-ji, and you'll go begging for the salacious details."

Bren tried to keep an expressionless face as Banichi glanced at him for information. And didn't think he succeeded.

"Shut out," Banichi said. "Abandoned."

"Fled," Jago said. "Having set the scene."

"She was the one who said we needed to set separate guard last night," Banichi said. "But I heard no appeals for rescue." was the one who said we needed to set separate guard last night," Banichi said. "But I heard no appeals for rescue."

"Be decent!" Jago said, finally rising to the defense. "My partner has no shame, paidhi-ji."

Banichi strolled off quite happily, while the servants hastily struck tents. Ilisidi and Cenedi had gone out to get the mechieti; until Babsidi came to his rider, no other would. The boy from Dur had found Jase and was tagging him on a course toward them.

Jase was limping: it needed no guess to say why, in a beginning rider. Jase looked worried. Likely he was going to ask why they'd been separated last night.

And he didn't know how he was going to explain it. The truth was going to have repercussions. There was no way it wouldn't.

"I have duties," Jago said, and deserted him.

"Bren?" Jase said.

"Good morning, Jasi-ji. Sorry about the change of arrangements last night."

"The rain. I know." Jase rushed past that item. "Where are we going? Nand' Rejiri says west. West, am I right, nadi? Mogari-nai? Not fis.h.i.+ng. Not down to the sea?"

The boy from Dur looked as if a glimmering had reached him that he had just possibly said something out of line. And Bren tried to recall what he'd told Jase on the other side of a mountain of new information.

"You promised me the ocean," Jase reminded him, "nadi. We were going to go fis.h.i.+ng. You said political problems at Mogari-nai. Nand' Rejiri says his father should bring guns there and I should ask you to ask the dowager if he can go to his father and bring guns."

"Ask the dowager," Bren said to the boy, "nadi."

"One has asked, nand' paidhi. But she won't rely on me."

"Possibly she has other reasons, nadi, such as intentions she holds in secret, and I would suggest that you remember she is old because some of her enemies are dead."

Rejiri's face grew quite sober. "Nandi," he said.

While an aggrieved roommate with a good deal more than that on his mind waited to have his his question answered. question answered.

"Jase," Bren said, "we are going to Mogari-nai, and I am increasingly certain we have a difficulty."

"We are not on vacation."

"I do not think we are on vacation, no, Jase."

"Where were you last night?"

The boy was there, all ears.

"Talking," Bren said.

"But not to me," Jase said, and walked off.

"Jase!" he said, but Jase kept walking down what had been a line of tents and now was a set of bundles of baggage.

He couldn't run after after Jase in front of the whole camp. He couldn't start a quarrel. Jase was not a not a diplomat. He didn't know how far it would go, or where it would end if Jase blew up, and blew up at the wrong people. diplomat. He didn't know how far it would go, or where it would end if Jase blew up, and blew up at the wrong people.

Meanwhile Ilisidi was up on Babsidi and she and Cenedi were bringing the herd in to the place where the gear waited.

"I suppose I talked too much, nand' paidhi," Rejiri said shamefacedly.

He'd never dealt individually with atevi youngsters. Certainly not with a boy verging on independence.

And he had no wish to humiliate the boy, who had probably heard his faults enumerated by Banichi. "Did nand' Banichi give you advice?" he asked.

"Yes, nand' paidhi."

"Was it good advice?"

There was a moment of silence. "Yes, nand' paidhi."

"He's a wise man," Bren said. "I take advice from him, frequently. Even the aiji does. I'd watch him him and do what he does." and do what he does."

He wasn't thinking about the boy. He was thinking about Jase, and how to patch his own mistakes, and maybe it was a little revenge for Banichi's jokes to aim the innocent in his direction. But the boy said, enthusiastically, "Thank you, nand' paidhi," and set off in Banichi's direction. you, nand' paidhi," and set off in Banichi's direction.

He wondered what he'd just done; and then it struck him that Ilisidi and all her men were eastern, and he and Jase were the only officials here whose man'chi was really clearly Tabini's. He'd just confirmed to the confused lad that, indeed, he could rely on Banichi, and recommended he do so.

At least it was the truth, and he hadn't misled the boy or done any harm to the situation.

If he could only be so lucky with his own species.

Jase didn't look at him as he walked up. The camp was a snarling confusion as the dowager's men saddled the mechieti.

"Well, well, well," Ilisidi said cheerfully, as Babsidi moved up to tower against the gray-ribboned sky, "good morning morning, nand' paidhi."

Was she upset? Bren asked himself. Did she know?

Ilisidi knew every sneeze in her vicinity. And that courts.h.i.+p game they'd played, he and Ilisidi. Did it mask real possessiveness? An old woman's real inclinations?

Disaster?

"You inspire so many many questions," Ilisidi said from her height of vantage, and signaled Babsidi to go past him. Nokhada was saddled. So was Jase's mechieta, and there was no place to talk, no questions," Ilisidi said from her height of vantage, and signaled Babsidi to go past him. Nokhada was saddled. So was Jase's mechieta, and there was no place to talk, no time time to talk with the mechieti waiting for riders and the men who were doing the saddling wanting to get riders up and out of their way. to talk with the mechieti waiting for riders and the men who were doing the saddling wanting to get riders up and out of their way.

He made Nokhada bend down for him, got himself up with that unique pain of the second day in the saddle. Jase was no better, he was well certain. He was sure the only ones immune were Ilisidi and her men.

He kept Nokhada under tight rein and knew he wasn't going to have a chance to talk to Jase in anything like the length and complexity of topic that could calm Jase down.

Jase knew he'd been lied to. Not by intent, maybe, but he deserved Jase's anger at being left literally in the dark last night. Banichi would be good-humored and a quiet bedfellow, very very quiet, meaning Jase would not have gotten any information out of him. He'd indicated he'd come back. Lie number one. quiet, meaning Jase would not have gotten any information out of him. He'd indicated he'd come back. Lie number one.

He'd not told Jase where he'd been. Lie number two, at least by omission, and he hadn't remotely thought thought about Jase's state of mind in terms of anything but the storm and the lightning he knew Jase feared, Banichi about Jase's state of mind in terms of anything but the storm and the lightning he knew Jase feared, Banichi wasn't wasn't always good at rea.s.suring a man, Banichi and his jokes. Banichi had probably given him the statistics on people hit by lightning on camping trips. always good at rea.s.suring a man, Banichi and his jokes. Banichi had probably given him the statistics on people hit by lightning on camping trips.

He had to get his wits together. He couldn't treat Jase that way. He was solidly in the wrong this time, because he'd been distracted by personal affairs, and it was just too d.a.m.n serious a matter to say I forgot I forgot.

The last of the company mounted up. The sea was a misty gray beyond the cliffs. The island of Dur showed indistinct in a morning haze.

Ilisidi kept it on her right as she led off at a fast clip. They were headed west. And they clearly weren't going fis.h.i.+ng.

The clouds kept blowing overhead from some inexhaustible source beyond the horizon, wave after wave driven by stiff winds aloft; but the sun began to win the battle toward midmorning, and light and shadow played on the velvet-textured rolls of the land.

Beautiful. A distracted mind couldn't but notice.

Bren said as much to Jase as they rode, trying to set up a friendlier mood for the rest stop he knew was coming, when he hoped to have a chance to talk.

"Yes," Jase said; but nothing more, and when they did get their stop, and did get down, Jase listened to his "I'm sorry," and said, "Where is the truth, nadi? How do I tell the truth?"

"I was with Jago," he said in the lowest voice that would carry. "I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking! I was stupid! Will you listen listen to me?" to me?"

"Go ahead." They weren't that far from Banichi. But that meant they weren't far from the boy from Dur, who'd attached himself exactly as he'd said. And Jase's tone didn't invite confidences.

"There's a rumor Deana Hanks is coming to the mainland. I suspect Mospheira is going to try an independent deal with Direiso of the Kadigidi to peel the northern provinces out out of the Western a.s.sociation, but I'm not sure I can make atevi see entirely what Hanks thinks she's doing: it's too foreign to their instincts. The whole east is shaky, held mostly by Ilisidi's influence. Do you follow me?" of the Western a.s.sociation, but I'm not sure I can make atevi see entirely what Hanks thinks she's doing: it's too foreign to their instincts. The whole east is shaky, held mostly by Ilisidi's influence. Do you follow me?"

"Is that what you discussed in bed?"

"Yes, dammit, among other things. Listen to me. We've got a problem a h.e.l.l of a lot larger than my mistake. I admit admit it was a mistake, all right, I was a d.a.m.n fool, but I was trying to find out the situation last night -" it was a mistake, all right, I was a d.a.m.n fool, but I was trying to find out the situation last night -"

"Among other things."

"Yes, among other things among other things." He was getting madder. He was so mad already his muscles were shaking, and his breath was short, and it didn't help communication. He s.h.i.+fted to Mosphei'. "Can you for G.o.d's sake quit keeping score on who's wrong and who's right and hear what I'm saying?"

"I do hear what you're saying. If you're not lying one more more time, what are we doing out here in the middle of it? Why did they bring us here, if this was going on? Can you answer time, what are we doing out here in the middle of it? Why did they bring us here, if this was going on? Can you answer that that?"

"I'm trying to!"

"What does it take? More research research?"

"Use your head, dammit! This is serious."

"I don't take it for anything else. Where are Tano and Algini? Why are we suddenly with these these two? Bren, give me an answer!" two? Bren, give me an answer!"

The dowager was getting back in the saddle. They had to follow or it was certain the mechieti would go and leave them stranded.

"I a.s.sure you they're all right," Bren said. "They're working back at the fortress, securing the area."

"Easy answer."

"These are partners of theirs!" The man a.s.signed to help Jase up was waiting. They were almost the last.

"Consider man'chi. Consider everything I've told you. Banichi and Jago aren't going to see anything happen to them."

"Meaning you don't know know why they didn't come." why they didn't come."

Question begot question begot question. "I can't argue with you. We have have to go." He went to Nokhada, so charged with temper he hardly felt the effort it took for bruised muscles to catapult him into the saddle. He reined about to be sure Jase made it as the man boosted Jase up, then a.s.sisted the boy from Dur into the saddle. to go." He went to Nokhada, so charged with temper he hardly felt the effort it took for bruised muscles to catapult him into the saddle. He reined about to be sure Jase made it as the man boosted Jase up, then a.s.sisted the boy from Dur into the saddle.