Joshua waved a hand in futility. "I didn"t invent the art of wishful thinking; I just market it locally."
"Yeah." Justin found a vacant corner to stare at for a moment, then returned his gaze to this brother. "So you really think we should pa.s.s this up?"
"To be brutally honest, no." Joshua began ticking off fingers. "Corwin"s basic idea sounds good, and it"s obvious we"re the only two in the Worlds who could pull it off. We"re likely to also be the only ones aboard who share Dad"s view that hiring ourselves out is a dangerous precedent. And finally-" He grinned suddenly, shyly. "Heck, Justin, you felt it in school, too. We"re Moreaus-sons of the Cobra/Troft War veteran, governor emeritus, original Aventinian pioneer
Jonny Moreau himself. People expect something great from us."
"That"s a pretty blithering reason to do something."
"By itself, sure. But combined with reason number two, it means our report and recommendations will carry a hefty bit of inertia when we get back from
Qasama... and given the current Council leaning, Dad may need that extra bit of weight to keep them from doing anything stupid."
And on the other hand, Justin thought grimly, is what it"ll do to Mom. Your basic no-win situation. But Joshua was right... and if there was one thing they"d learned from both parents, it was that personal comfort and preference were never to stand in the way of service to the whole. "All right," he said at last. "If you"re game, so am I. "Gantuas, h.e.l.l: charge!" and all that."
"Okay." Joshua stood up. "Well, then, we"d better get to it. Almo"s got some serious sweat waiting for you, I don"t doubt, and I"ve got a couple of surgeons down the hall warming up an operating table for me.
"Surgeons?" Justin frowned, getting-carefully-to his feet. "What do they want you for?"
Joshua winked slyly. "You"ll find out. For now, suffice it to say that it"s something that"ll let you be the best me possible when we get to Qasama."
"The best what? Come on, Joshua-"
"See you in a couple of months," Joshua grinned and slipped out the door.
You and your stupid guessing games, Justin thought after him, and for a moment considered chasing him down and badgering whatever this was out of him. But Almo was waiting across the hall; and we"re not 16 years old anymore, he reminded himself. Squaring his shoulders, he headed out to confront his new tutor.
Telephone screens had never in their long history come anywhere near the fine-detail resolution even the simplest computer displays required. It was a failing deliberately built in, Jonny had once heard, not for financial reasons but psychosocial ones. Wrinkles, worry lines, minor emotional perturbations-all were edited out, to the point that if the picture on the screen was happy, sad, or angry, it could be safely a.s.sumed the person himself was deep into the corresponding state.
It was a shock, therefore, to see how utterly tired Corwin appeared.
"As of ten minutes ago we were back to deadlock, Dad," his eldest son told him, shaking his head. "Of course, the Tlossies are really bargaining for the Baliu demesne, and Speaker One has only limited flexibility to work with. Especially on the survey mission budget. Every time we try to add something he has to take something else away. Or so he claims."
Jonny glanced over the screen. Chrys, seated at the dining room table, was pretending to be engrossed in the collection of electronics parts she"d spread out there, but he knew she was listening to the conversation. "Maybe I"d better come back down there, then," he told Corwin. "See if I can help."
"Not worth it," the other shook his head. "Governor Telek"s bargaining at least as hard as you could, and everyone"s keeping out of each other"s way for a change. Besides, the temp"s dropped ten degrees since sundown."
Jonny grimaced; but it was just one more environmental factor he"d had to learn to live with. Capitalia was in the middle of the first cold snap of autumn, and moving in and out of heated buildings was more than his arthritic joints could stand. The only alternatives to hiding indoors were heated suits or extra pain medication, neither of which especially appealed to him. "All right," he told his son. "But if you guys don"t break for the evening soon, call me back and
I"ll relieve you. You look beat."
"I"ll be all right. The main reason I called was to check a couple of things on this parallel survey mission request you put in. How much of that are you willing for the Worlds to finance?"
"Not a single quarter," Jonny told him flatly. "At the bottom line this is a trade deal, Corwin, and no one trades for merchandise he hasn"t even seen, let alone inspected. Of course, since it"s the Pua demesne that"s actually offering the five planets, you can probably insist the Speaker charge them the survey costs. All that"ll ultimately do is throw the issue back to Pua and Baliu to work out between themselves, but at least it should get it out of our hair."
"Yeah." Corwin shook his head in bemus.e.m.e.nt, "Hard to believe this collection of business cutthroats actually got together long enough to fight a war."
"They did. Believe me, they did. And there"s nothing that says they couldn"t do it again."
"Point taken. Well... are you willing for us to use the Menssana for the survey mission if the Trofts-whichever Trofts-pay alt the other expenses?"
Jonny bit at his lip. "I"d rather they provide the ship, too. But okay-if you have to fall back to that position, go ahead and do so. They pay for the fuel, though."
"Okay. Actually, I"ll probably wind up holding that option against something the
Qasama mission needs. Talk to you later."
They signed off, and for a moment Jonny gazed at the screen as he tried to visualize all the various lines the negotiations could move along. But it was too much like an oversized game of trisec chess, with just too many possibilities to hang onto simultaneously. Getting to his feet-an easy enough operation in the overheated room-he went over to the table and sat down next to
Chrys. "How"s it coming?" he asked, eyeing the ma.s.s of wires, microcomponents, and centipeds set into her circuit board.
"Slow," she said, fiddling with the controls on her diagnostic display. "I"m beginning to see why everyone prefers buying finished Troft electronics to just getting the components and building things themselves. These centipeds in particular have a lot of odd and not entirely obvious response characteristics outside their quote normal unquote usage range."
"You"ll figure it all out," Jonny a.s.sured her. "You were once the best electronics tech in-"
"In Ariel?" She snorted. "Thanks a spangle. There were only two of us there-I had to be best or runner-up."
"Best, definitely," Jonny said firmly. A touch of the old Chrys, the sense of humor that had been so muted lately... perhaps she was finally getting a grip on the turmoil of the past few weeks.
Or perhaps she was simply retreating into her own past. It had been years since she"d done anything serious with her electronics training.
"You realize, of course," she cut quietly into his thoughts, "that if you let the Menssana go on this survey mission, there"ll be no backup ship available if the Dewdrop gets in trouble on Qasama."
Jonny shook his head. "We weren"t going to use the Menssana for that anyway.
There"ll be one or more Troft warships hanging back from Qasama in case some extra muscle is needed."
"I thought the Trofts didn"t want to fight the Qasamans."
"If the mission has any trouble, they"ll d.a.m.n well have to," Jonny said grimly.
"But they shouldn"t have any real qualms-a local commando-type strike is hardly the same as committing to a full-scale war."
"Besides which, they"ll want to protect their investment?"
"Now you"re thinking like a Troft." Reaching over, he put an arm around her shoulders. "Just remember, Chrys," he added more seriously, "that the Baliuies had to have gotten at least one diplomatic team into and out of Qasama safely to have anything like the data we know they have. The third-level translator program they"ll be giving us shows that much. Joshua and Justin will be all right. Really."
"I"d like to believe that," Chrys sighed. "But you know it"s a mother"s prerogative to worry."
"I seem to remember that being a wife"s prerogative thirty years ago."
"Things change." Chrys toyed with a hex-shaped centiped. "Always do."
"Yes," Jonny agreed. "And not always for the better. I seem to also remember a time when the two of us went on trips together-just the two of us, with no kids along. What would you say to seeing if we can bring back those days?"
Chrys snorted faintly. "You think the Council could function without you that long?"
He winced at the implied criticism. "Sure they can," he said, choosing to take the question at face value. "Corwin knows the ropes well enough, and nothing important"s likely to happen while the Qasama mission"s gone, anyway. Perfect time for a vacation."