Now Geigi, who"d had the only large aircraft manufacturing plant in the world in his province, which could could have been replaced, out-competed, even moved out of the district by order of the aiji, owed his very life and the prosperity of his local a.s.sociation to his joining Tabini"s side. have been replaced, out-competed, even moved out of the district by order of the aiji, owed his very life and the prosperity of his local a.s.sociation to his joining Tabini"s side.
So now director Borujiri was firmly on Tabini"s side, and so were those workers. If atevi were going to s.p.a.ce faster than planned, it was a windfall for Patinandi Aeros.p.a.ce, the chance of a lifetime for Borujiri, prosperity for a locally depressed job market, and a dazzling rise to prominence for a quiet, honest lord who"d invested his money in the Tasigin Marid oilfields and lost nearly everything - no help from Saigimi, whose chiseling relatives were in charge of the platforms that failed.
What promises Saigimi might have obtained from Geigi and then called due in the attempt last year to replace the paidhi with the paidhi-successor, he could only guess. Geigi had never alluded to that part of the story.
And how dismayed Geigi and Saigimi alike had been when the paidhi-successor rewarded her atevi supporters by dropping information on them that had as well have been a nuclear device - all of that was likely lost in Geigi"s immaculate discretion and now in Saigimi"s demise. No one might ever know the whole tale of that adventure.
And, d.a.m.n, but he wished he did, for purely vulgar curiosity, if nothing else.
But clearly the Saigimi matter had either stayed hotter longer than he would have believed that last year"s a.s.sa.s.sination attempt could remain an issue with Tabini - or it had heated up again very suddenly and for reasons that he"d failed to detect in planning this trip.
That was granting Tabini had in fact done in Saigimi.
In the convoluted logic he"d learned to tread in atevi motivations, if Tabini had had done it, perhaps Saigimi"s a.s.sa.s.sination had been timed done it, perhaps Saigimi"s a.s.sa.s.sination had been timed precisely precisely for the hour he was with Geigi on public view and thereby rea.s.suring Geigi of the aiji"s good will: if the news had come in the middle of the night and on any ordinary day, Geigi might have concluded the aiji was beginning a purge of enemies. for the hour he was with Geigi on public view and thereby rea.s.suring Geigi of the aiji"s good will: if the news had come in the middle of the night and on any ordinary day, Geigi might have concluded the aiji was beginning a purge of enemies.
Then Geigi might have done something disastrous, like running to lady Direiso, far more dangerous an enemy than Saigimi, and that might have led to Geigi"s death - if Geigi misread Direiso. Or, potentially, though he himself doubted it, it could have led to Direiso rallying the rest of her band of conspirators, drawing Geigi back to her man"chi, and setting him against Tabini, a realignment that would hold that ship back there hostage to all kinds of demands.
Tabini preferred not to provoke terror. In atevi terms, only a fool made his enemies nervous; and a far, far greater fool frightened his potential allies. Tabini rarely resorted to such an extreme measure as a.s.sa.s.sination, preferring to leave old and well-known problems holding power in certain places rather than elevating unknown successors who might be up to G.o.d knew what without such good and detailed reports coming back to him. That tendency to let a situation float if he had good intelligence coming back to him was a consideration which ought to disturb lady Direiso"s sleep.
And in that consideration, either something had happened sufficient to top Saigimi"s last offenses, demanding his removal or, it was even possible - the a.s.sa.s.sination of Saigimi had in fact been simply a warning aimed at Direiso, who was the princ.i.p.al opposition to Tabini.
Certainly it was possible that Direiso was the real target.
He certainly hadn"t been moved to discuss that question with Geigi; and as for Tano and Algini, in the one careful question he had put to them as they boarded: "Is this something you know about, nadiin, and is the aiji well?" they had professed not to know the agency that had done it, but had a.s.sured him with what sounded like certain knowledge that Tabini was safe.
They were usually more forthcoming.
And now that he began thinking about it - neglecting the business of collating his notes, the paidhi"s proper job - the news of Saigimi"s death was eerily like a letter from an absent - Friend.
Oh, a bad bad mental slip, that was. mental slip, that was.
But Banichi was infallibly Banichi as Jago was Jago, his own security for part of the last year, as close to him as any atevi had ever been. And of the very few a.s.sa.s.sins of the Guild to whom Tabini might entrust something so delicate as the removal of a high lord of the a.s.sociation, Banichi and his partner surely topped the list.
Banichi and Jago, both of whom he regarded in that spot humans kept soft and warm and vulnerable in their hearts; and both of whom had been on a.s.signment somewhere, absent from Shejidan, unlocatable to his troubled inquiries for months.
Tano and Algini, fellow members of the Guild, had a.s.sured him all winter that Banichi and Jago were well and busy about something. He sent letters to them. He thought they were sent, at least. But nothing came back.
And, no, neither Tano nor Algini knew whether or not Banichi and Jago might return. He"d asked them whenever something came up that provided a remotely plausible excuse for his asking: Banichi and Jago both outranked Tano and Algini, and he never, ever wanted to make Tano and Algini doubt his appreciation of their service to him - but - he wondered. He worried about the pair of them.
Dammit, he missed them.
And that wasn"t fair to the staff he did have, who were skilled, and very devoted, and who offered him all the support and protection and devotion that atevi of their Guild could possibly offer, including a roster of Tano"s relatives, one of whom headed the paidhi"s clerical staff and some of whom, technical writers in offices across the mainland, sent him messages through Tano, whose clan seemed prolific, all very good and very solid people.
And Algini, G.o.d, Algini, who seemed to come solo except for his long attachment to his partner. Algini had been much longer unbending and had been far more standoffish than Tano had ever been, but Algini was a quiet, good man, who could throw a knife with truly uncanny accuracy, who had gotten (Tano hinted) two very bad a.s.signments from which he had suffered great personal distress; and who had, Tano had said, been so quiet within the Guild they"d lost track of him for two years and dropped him from the rolls as dead until Tano had pointed out he"d been voting consistently and that he could vouch for his ident.i.ty - they"d been partners for two years on the same a.s.signments - and it was the aiji"s request for them as personal security that had pulled up the information that Algini was listed as dead. Algini thought it a joke quite as funny as Tano did, but the paidhi understood it was a joke that had never gotten beyond the very clandestine walls of their Guild, and it was an embarra.s.sment to the Guild never, ever meant for public knowledge.
It was indicative, however, of how very good Algini was at melding with the walls of a place. After nearly a year with the man, he"d finally gotten Algini to unzip his jacket, prop his feet up in complete informality, and smile, shyly so, but an approach to a grin, over one of Tano"s pieces of irreverence.
Right now Algini was on his feet, zipped up to the chin and all business, up at the forward bulkhead, talking to Tano, who was also sober, while junior staff kept their distance, all frustrating his desire for information. He supposed that his staff was trying to get accurate reports on the situation in the Marid before they told him anything, or possibly reports were coming in from various other affected places, some of which they had to route over, and one of which might even be a touchy situation in the capital. There were times to talk to one"s security and there were times to stay out of their way and let them work.
And right now he had notes to work over, a job to do. Possibly there were deaths happening. Possibly - h.e.l.l, no, he couldn"t do anything about it. And they didn"t need his advice. He"d been long enough on the mainland to know certain things intellectually, and to understand the atevi way of doing things as part of a wider fabric that actually saved lives.
But he"d made the decision some time ago that he never wanted to get so acclimated that he didn"t think about it. It still had had to bother him. It was necessary to his job that it continue to bother him: he was supposed to translate, not transit into the culture, and no matter how emotionally he was tempted to d.a.m.n Saigimi to h.e.l.l for the decent people whose lives Saigimi had cost, he had to remember he to bother him. It was necessary to his job that it continue to bother him: he was supposed to translate, not transit into the culture, and no matter how emotionally he was tempted to d.a.m.n Saigimi to h.e.l.l for the decent people whose lives Saigimi had cost, he had to remember he didn"t didn"t know what the reason was, not at the bone-deep and instinctual level at which atevi knew what they were doing to each other. He had to stay out of it. know what the reason was, not at the bone-deep and instinctual level at which atevi knew what they were doing to each other. He had to stay out of it.
He opened his computer as the plane reached cruising alt.i.tude, and called up dictionary files that held hundreds of such distinctions as man"chi unresolved.
Loyalty wasn"t man"chi; man"chi wasn"t loyalty. Man"chi responded to the order of the universe, a harmony which in some indefinable way dictated man"chi, and didn"t.
Man"chi, he had learned, was emotional. a.s.sociation was logical. And to figure how some other ateva saw them, atevi were mathematicians par excellence. One constantly added the numbers of one"s life, some of more traditional philosophy believing literally that the date of one"s birth and the felicitous or infelicitous numbers of one"s intimate a.s.sociates or the flowers in a bouquet mattered to the harmony of the cosmos, and dictated the direction one moved. Logically.
Tabini was a skeptic in such matters and regularly mocked the purists. Tabini would say, half facetiously, that Saigimi hadn"t added his own numbers correctly, and had been unaware what the sum was in the aiji"s mind.
Best for a human to stay right in the guessable center of a man"chi directed to a very powerful ateva, best that he listen to his security personnel, and never, never, never tread the edges with unapproved persons.
Deana Hanks had started out her tenure by courting the edges, and now had more blood on her hands than she would ever comprehend. Saigimi"s, for instance. The circles of the stone she"d so recklessly cast into the waters, in her seeking out atevi who could give her an opinion opposed to the aiji (every dissident she could find), had a.s.sociated a number of atevi who might never have been encouraged to a.s.sociate. Hanks might well well have killed Saigimi. have killed Saigimi.
In the human sense of responsibility, that was.
Atevi would just say she"d brought infelicitous numbers into Saigimi"s situation and Saigimi had done nothing ever since but make them worse.
"Fruit juice, nand" paidhi?" the juniormost of the guards asked, and Bren surfaced from the electronic sea of data to accept the offered drink.
It was about a two hour trip from the peninsula to Shejidan, factoring in the devious routing that took this particular flight into Shejidan Airport as if it originated from the east instead of the west. The detour wasn"t much out of their way, but the plane had turned about half an hour ago, and that told Bren fairly well where they were.
He feared he would meet security delays due to the a.s.sa.s.sination in the south. He almost wished the food offering were something more than fruit juice, but he"d wait for food until he reached secure territory - they"d been to three towns and made four courtesy stops without taking on security-approved food service, they"d crossed boundaries that held the appropriate meat for the season to be something different than the last had. It was one of those little matters that didn"t matter to every ateva, but that had to matter to the aiji"s private plane, and he truly didn"t think he could stomach another fish salad or egg salad sandwich, the items that were almost always kabiu kabiu, proper, and almost always the fallback for any plane with a security problem and a lot of seasonal zones to cross.
The sandwiches had seemed quite good, on the first three days of this eight day tour.
"Any news?" he asked the guard, meaning the Saigimi situation, which was bound to be general knowledge by now throughout the country as the news. .h.i.t the television networks, and the guard said, "Shall I ask, nand" paidhi?"
There was, he understood by that offer, official news; and the junior guard wasn"t going to inform the paidhi"s serious need to know with his limited knowledge: the junior guard was, by that question, offering to advise his officer that the paidhi was asking.
"Do," he said, and before he"d downed the second sip of the gla.s.s Tano was there, slipping into the seat facing his.
"By your leave, nand" paidhi, the situation in the Bu-javid is calm and the capital itself is quiet. We thought of routing you instead to Taiben, but there seems no need. Given your agreement, we"ll proceed on to the airport."
"What do you you think, Tano-ji?" It hadn"t been his intention at all to question the security arrangements. "Absolutely I trust your judgment." think, Tano-ji?" It hadn"t been his intention at all to question the security arrangements. "Absolutely I trust your judgment."
"I think we should go in as quickly as possible, nand" paidhi. I"m a.s.sured we"ll be met by very adequate security, and the longer we delay the harder it may be to guarantee that, at least for the next few hours. Celebration is more likely than opposition to this event, as I would gather will be the case behind us in Sarini province; and that will discourage fools from unFiled retaliations. Professionals, however, may still be acting under legal contract against persons other than yourself, nand" paidhi, and I would advise discretion."
"I"m sure." Things were stiffly formal when Tano and Algini had the staff present, or he"d invite Tano and Algini both to sit down, share a drink, and tell him the real real goings-on. The plane flew serenely between a human-occupied heaven and an atevi earth in turmoil. And his security, licensed a.s.sa.s.sins of the Guild, declared it safe to go into the capital city airport, but there were elements loose and still in motion that had them worried. That was what he heard in Tano"s statement: knowledge of a threat not precisely aimed at him but through which he might have to pa.s.s. Guild members contracted to Saigimi were professionals who would not waste themselves or their colleagues" lives in a lost cause, but there would be moves for power within the clan and around it. Aftershocks were not over. goings-on. The plane flew serenely between a human-occupied heaven and an atevi earth in turmoil. And his security, licensed a.s.sa.s.sins of the Guild, declared it safe to go into the capital city airport, but there were elements loose and still in motion that had them worried. That was what he heard in Tano"s statement: knowledge of a threat not precisely aimed at him but through which he might have to pa.s.s. Guild members contracted to Saigimi were professionals who would not waste themselves or their colleagues" lives in a lost cause, but there would be moves for power within the clan and around it. Aftershocks were not over.
Trust these two, and leave Geigi, who owed him his intercession and thereby his survival? Absolutely. Tano"s and Algini"s man"chi was to Tabini, and if Tabini ever wanted him dead, these were the very ones who would see to it. If Tabini wanted him alive, these were the ones who would fling their bodies between him and a bullet without a second thought. Man"chi was very simple until one approached the hazy ground between households, which was where Geigi"s grew too indistinct to trust in a crisis like this. Man"chi went upward to the leader but not down down from him. It was instinct. It was mathematics as atevi added matters. And these two advised him to move quickly and not to divert to any other destination. from him. It was instinct. It was mathematics as atevi added matters. And these two advised him to move quickly and not to divert to any other destination.
So he simply began to fold up his work and to shut down his computer as Tano got up again to order something regarding their landing.
The plane banked sharply and dived, sending dignified atevi careening against the seats and up. Bren clamped his fingers to hold onto his precious computer as the smooth plastic case slid inexorably through his grip, aimed by centrifugal force at the window.
Fruit juice had hit the same window and wall and stood in orange beads.
The plane leveled out.
"Nand" paidhi," the copilot said over the speakers, "forgive us. That was a plane in our path."
Tano and Algini and the rest of the staff were sorting themselves out. The juniormost, Audiri, came immediately with a towel, retrieved the gla.s.s, which had not broken, and mopped the fruit juice off various surfaces.
He had not let the computer escape his grasp. His fingers felt bruised. His heart hadn"t had time to speed up. Now, belatedly, it wondered whether it might have license to do that, but the conscious brain advised it to forget it, it was much too late.
"Nadiin," Algini was saying to the crew via the intercom, "kindly determine origin and advise air traffic control that the aiji"s staff requests names and identifications of the aircraft in this matter."
"Probably it"s nothing," Bren muttered, allowing Tano custody of the precious computer. The air traffic control system was relatively new. Planes were not. Certain individuals considered themselves immune to ATC regulations.
If on a given day, and by their numerology, certain individuals of the Absolutist persuasion considered the system gave them infelicitous numbers, they would change change those numbers on their own and change their course, their alt.i.tude, or their arrival time so as to have their important business in the capital blessed by better fortune. those numbers on their own and change their course, their alt.i.tude, or their arrival time so as to have their important business in the capital blessed by better fortune.
And the a.s.sa.s.sination to the south had changed changed the numbers. the numbers.
Tabini and the ATC authority had fought that battle for years, particularly trying to impress the facts of physics on lords used to being immune to lawsuit. There were laws. There were ATC regulations. There was the aiji"s express displeasure at such violations, and there was the outstanding example of the Weinathi Bridge disaster for a cautionary tale.
Security today had been very careful to move the aiji"s private plane onto a flight path usually followed by slower-moving commercial air... for the paidhi"s safety.
His security was understandably worried about the incident. But whatever the closeness of the other aircraft had been, the emergency was over. The plane did some small maneuvering as the nose pitched gently down and it resumed its landing approach.
Tano and Algini came to sit opposite him for the landing, and belted in.
"Likely it was someone else else worried by the Saigimi business," Bren said. "And likewise taking precautions about their routing. Or their numbers. I doubt it was intentional." worried by the Saigimi business," Bren said. "And likewise taking precautions about their routing. Or their numbers. I doubt it was intentional."
"The aiji will not take chances with you, nadi Bren," Tano said.
"I"m sure not, Tano."
The Bergid snowed in the window, hazy mountains, still white with winter, the continental divide.
Forest showed, blue-green and likewise hazed - but that haze was pollen and spores, as a lowland spring broke into bloom and the endless forests of atevi hunting preserves, like the creatures that lived within that haze, reproduced themselves with wild abandon.
The fields came clear, the little agricultural land that developers had left around burgeoning Shejidan. And there were the stubbornly held garden plots clinging to hillsides - always the gardens: the Ragi atevi were keen diggers and planters, even the aristocrats among them. Gardens, but no livestock for food: atevi considered it cruel and uncivilized to eat tame animals.
Came then the geometries of tiled roofs, marching in numerically significant orders up and down the hills - little roofs, bigger roofs, and the cl.u.s.ter of hotels and modern buildings that snuggled as close as possible to the governmental center, the ancient Bu-javid, the aiji"s residence. It was daylight. One saw no neon lights.
The plane banked and turned and leveled again, swooping in over the flat roofs of industry that had grown up around the airport.
Patinandi Aeros.p.a.ce was one: that large building he well knew was a maintenance facility. The aiji had spread the bounty of s.p.a.ce industry wide throughout the provinces, and the push to get into s.p.a.ce had wrought changes this year that wouldn"t be stopped. Ever.
There was a new computer manufacturing plant, and atevi designers were fully capable of making critical adjustments in what humans had long regarded as one of the final secrets, the one that would adjust atevi society into a more and more comprehensible mold.
Not necessarily so.
Faster and faster the pavement rushed under the wings.
Wheels touched dry pavement, squealed arrival.
The paidhi-aiji was as close to home as he was likely to come. This was it. Shejidan.
And hearing the wheels thump and roll and hearing the engines brake and feeling the reality of ground under him again, he let go a freer breath and knew, first, he was in the safest place in the world for him, and second, that he was among the people in the world most interested in his welfare. Delusion, perhaps, but he"d grown to rely on it.
CHAPTER 4.
THE VAN TRANSFER to the subway in the airport terminal was thankfully without extravagant welcome, media, or official inquiry. The paidhi-aiji was home. The paidhi-aiji and and his luggage, this time together and without misdirection, actually reached the appropriate subway car, and without incident the car set into motion on its trip toward the Bu-javid, on its lofty and historic hill on the edge of Shejidan. his luggage, this time together and without misdirection, actually reached the appropriate subway car, and without incident the car set into motion on its trip toward the Bu-javid, on its lofty and historic hill on the edge of Shejidan.
Then, while he leaned back in comfort and velvet splendor, there arrived, via his security"s com link, a radioed communication from the airport authorities requesting an interview with the aiji"s pilot and copilot, and reporting the ident.i.ty of the pilot of the strayed prop plane: the son of the lord of the island of Dur, one Rejiri of the Niliini of Dur-wajran, whose affiliations Tano and Algini were ordering researched by grim and secret agencies which, G.o.d help them, the lords of Dur-wajran had probably never encountered in their wildest imaginations.
Figure that the owner of such a private plane was affluent. Figure that on the small island of Dur opposing traffic wasn"t a problem the pilot, possibly of the only plane on the island of Dur, had ever met.
But as an accident, or near accident, it wasn"t the paidhi"s business to investigate or to deal with. Someone else had to explain the air traffic regulations to the lord"s son. He sat back in the soft red seats of Tabini"s private subway car and had a gla.s.s of fruit juice, confident his second try at a drink would stay in the gla.s.s. He timed the last sip nicely for the arrival at the station.
He let a junior security staffer carry the computer as he rose and left the car. He let others, very junior, carry the baggage while the clerical, Surieji, carried the voluminous physical notes. He let Tano and Algini deal with the details of routing himself and his entourage together down the concrete and tile walk in the very security-conscious Bu-javid station. The whole apparatus of government as well as the seasonal residences of various lords was above their heads in this echoing cavern, and he walked entirely at his ease to the lift that would carry him, Tano, and Algini to the third floor of the residences.
His apartment, on loan from the Atageini, was next door to Tabini"s own residence, a location he could hardly complain of for security or comfort; but getting to and from it was a matter of armed and high-clearance security. There was no forgetting something at the office, for d.a.m.n certain, and dashing solo back after it.
But long gone were the days when he could go anywhere unguarded, anyway.
"Tabini-aiji wishes to see you personally," Algini reported to him as they activated the lift, information doubtless from the device he had set in his ear. "But nand" Eidi says that the aiji is occupied with briefings at the moment. He says further that you may rely on him that the aiji will, contrary to his expectations, be occupied all evening, and Eidi-nai will take the responsibility of saying so. He hopes that the paidhi will rest comfortably, quite likely for the night, although I myself would never promise that that will be the case. The aiji does as the aiji will do."
Eidi was Tabini"s chief of household staff, an elderly man, whose good will and private counsel one wisely kept.
"I have no regrets for a night of rest, nadi-ji, I a.s.sure you." The business with the stray plane had taken the spare adrenaline out of him. He felt bone tired, and a quiet dinner and and a night of sleep in a familiar bed before dealing with any political matters, especially the very far-reaching politics afoot at the moment in the aiji"s residence, came very welcome. He"d regretted the day"s vacation he couldn"t get, but now he wondered where he"d have gotten the energy to go out on the boat, let alone fight a fish of record proportions. a night of sleep in a familiar bed before dealing with any political matters, especially the very far-reaching politics afoot at the moment in the aiji"s residence, came very welcome. He"d regretted the day"s vacation he couldn"t get, but now he wondered where he"d have gotten the energy to go out on the boat, let alone fight a fish of record proportions.
He wondered, with the comfort of familiar things, what Jason Graham had been doing in his absence, and how Jase had fared, left alone with the staff who spoke nothing but Ragi.
And he wondered whether or not the workmen repairing the historic Atageini lilies in the breakfast room (a casualty of a security incident) had gotten the painting done. They"d proposed to do that during the dry weather that had been forecast - accurately, as happened; he"d followed the weather reports as one touch he could maintain with Shejidan.
He"d imagined the tiled roofs of Shejidan under sunshine, under twilight - security might change the view on him, moving him here and there within the Bu-javid, and he knew that one of these days the Atageini clan who really owned the apartment he was using had to repossess it, but for the while it was home to him; and the weather on the television in his hotel room had linked him with this place, and with what had become home.
And, oh, he was glad to be back, now. If there was a piece of hardwiring atevi and humans must share, he thought in that wandering way of a mind unwinding its tensions, it had to be the instinct that needed that anchor of a place to come back to. He felt vast relief as the lift let the three of them out upstairs, in the most secure area in the Bu-javid, a familiar hall lined with extravagant porcelain bouquets in gla.s.s cases, marble floor hushed by a broad carpet runner, gold-colored, hand-loomed and elaborately figured.
They reached the door of the apartment, a short walk from the lift, which would bring up more of the party, and items of luggage. Instead of using the key he was sure Tano had, Tano quietly rang for attention.
The lift opened again. Their luggage was catching up. The door in front of them opened, the deadly devices deactivated, one sincerely trusted, which would have been the delay, and a servant let them in, as a half dozen other servants (they were all female in this household, which had been lady Damiri"s before she scandalized the whole Atageini clan by moving next door and residing openly with Tabini) converged to take custody of the paidhi and his coat and his luggage.
"Nand" paidhi." Saidin, major domo of the lady Damiri, came from the inner halls to meet them in the foyer. She was a genteel and gentle household administrator who took her human guest"s comfort and safety very seriously - and who probably rendered reports to lady Damiri on a regular basis. "One is very glad to see you safely arrived, nand" paidhi."
"Thank you." He"d bet any amount of his uncollectible wages that Saidin was well-briefed on the reason for the just slightly early arrival, maybe even on the ATC incident; and he knew by experience that everything he could possibly need would appear like magic.
"Bath and dinner, do we correctly apprehend your wishes?"