"It"s a delicate and peculiar issue," put in David, since Cara had left him his opening. "We don"t talk about it much."
"Oh," said Diana. The sea faded into darkness behind them, and the ma.s.sive bulk of the palace rose against the stars. "Is that why you have your laboratory down here, on an interdicted planet? Where the Chapalii aren"t allowed?"
What need to reply? The wind coursed along the parapet and the sea dashed itself into foam on the rocks below. The fecund moon lay low, bordering the hills. A shoe sc.r.a.ped on stone, and Marco emerged from around a curve of wall. He smiled at Diana and leaned casually against the wall beside her.
To David"s surprise, it was Diana who broke the silence. "But, Dr. Hierakis, are the Rhuian humans really the same species as we are?"
David almost laughed, seeing how disconcerted Marco looked, as if he thought that once he arrived, Diana would not be able to think of anything but him.
"Oh, yes," said Cara. "By all the biological laws we know. Identical." She appeared about to say something else, but did not.
"But how?" Diana asked. "That should be impossible."
Though it was night, the moon lent enough light to the scene so David could still read their expressions. Marco gazed soulfully on Diana, and David thought she was aware of his gaze on her. Cara sighed and shifted to stare out to sea, imposing the kind of silence on the little group that betrays knowledge hard-won and dangerous to share.
"Oh," said Diana. She looked disappointed, but resigned to her fate. "It"s a state secret. I understand."
Marco chuckled. "Fair one." He caught one of her hands in his. "Had you agreed to marry me yet?"
"You hadn"t asked me yet," Diana retorted, extricating her hand from his. Then she lowered her eyes from his face and looked quickly away.Oh, dear, thought David. He looked at Cara. Cara looked at him. The signs of infatuation were easy enough to read. And she was young, and susceptible.
"I hear you"re doing The Tempest tonight," said Cara. "Do you suppose you could find a seat for me? I"ve always loved that play.""
"Goodness," said Diana, sounding a bit strained as she said it. "I really must go.
I"m sure we can find you something, Doctor, if you"d like to come with me. The duke"s-the prince"s-box is always vacant, unless he"s attending. If you think he"d like to go."
"Ah," said Cara in a dangerous voice. "I"m sure he"d love to attend tonight."
They made their good-byes. They left. Marco began to walk after them.
"Marco," said David softly, "she is an intelligent and sensitive young woman, and I stress the word, "young." Stop playing with her. It"s cruel, above all else."
Marco spun. "Et tu, Brute? h.e.l.l, I had a lecture from Suzanne before she left to go back to Odys. Is this some kind of conspiracy? I think she"s old enough to know her own mind."
"Maybe she just strikes us all as more vulnerable than the others. She"s terribly romantic."
"Well, so am I," Marco snapped. "I suggest you let the subject drop." He propped his elbows up on the battlements and glared out at the bay, striped in darkness and moonlight. But then again, Marco was always short-tempered when he was in full pursuit.
"I"ve said everything I intend to say. For whatever good it will do. When do Maggie and Rajiv and Jo get in?"
"Tomorrow," said Marco grumpily. "And don"t forget Ursula."
"Ow." David winced. "I had. Well, I"ve lived through worse."
"Or the next day," Marco added, evidently determined to be perverse. "It depends on the weather. They"re marking time in orbit now."
"Why did you tell Charles that an irresistible force is about to meet an immovable object? What does that have to do with Tess?"
Marco fixed a brooding stare on David. "Don"t say I didn"t warn him."
"My goodness," said David, "you certainly make me look forward to this expedition."
Marco only grunted. Then he lapsed into a silence from which, David knew, he could not be coaxed. David decided to see if he could go w.a.n.gle a chair in the prince"s box, to see tonight"s performance of The Tempest. Somehow, a play about being shipwrecked on a lost and primitive island seemed appropriate to the moment.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jiroannes Arthebathes was at Eberge when he received the courier from his uncle ordering him to leave three-quarters of his retinue and all of his women and their attendants at the northern villa of the Great King"s fourth cousin.
His personal secretary, Syrannus, read the letter to him. Jiroannes grabbed the parchment out of Syrannus"s hands and spoke the words to himself. " ". . .It has come to our attention that the presence of women in your party would be a hindrance to our negotiations. Therefore, nephew, I feel it wise for you to travel with only twenty guardsmen, two grooms, three slave-boys, and your personal secretary. Be so good as to obey my wishes." "
Jiroannes had learned to swear fluently at the palace school for boys; he did so now. "This is humiliating! And well he knows it, too. He would never travel with such a paltry escort."
"Surely, eminence, your uncle would not demand such privations of you without good reason."
"How can he expect that I will be granted any respect at all, even by such barbarians as these jaran, coming to them with a mere six servants? And no women!
Their Bakhtiian will think me the merest lordling. Surely my uncle understands that as the amba.s.sador of the Great King, may his name resonate a thousand years, I must present a dignified retinue. Savages are only impressed by force, size, and gold. They will think Vidiya is some trifling princedom." He snorted and glanced around his chamber. True, he was far out in the provinces, but the Great King"s fourth cousin had imported the finest carved furniture from the port of Ambray, and the cunning designs woven into the upholstery of the couch attested to the skill of his slaves. Though it was also true that the tile inlaid into the floor had flaws and inferior color, and the beads of the door curtain were painted wood, not gla.s.s. "How can the jaran respect us as the most civilized of peoples, as well as the most powerful, if the Great King"s amba.s.sador arrives with a train of servants that any concubine might own? Feh."
Syrannus said nothing, but he extricated the delicate parchment from his lord"s smooth, dark hands and rolled it up with the reverence due any communication from the person of a great lord and King"s Companion of Vidiya.
"And I showed laudable restraint, I would have thought," Jiroannes went on, although in a more subdued tone of voice. "I brought only three of my concubines."
"Eminence, perhaps your most honored lord uncle has obtained information that forces his hand in this?"
"I know. I know." It was too much, really, to have to endure a year in circ.u.mstances of the utmost coa.r.s.eness, amba.s.sador to these jaran, and now to have to maintain himself as a Vidiyan ought with so few servants. "I doubt if these barbarians can even recognize such markers of status."
"I think, eminence, that it would not do to underestimate them. Eight kingdoms and four princ.i.p.alities have already fallen to their onslaught. Why else would the Great King, may his name endure a thousand years, bother to negotiate with their prince?"
"Four kingdoms and eight princ.i.p.alities. Let us not exaggerate their power. Surely, if it came to war between us, you don"t think these barbarians have the slightest chance to win?"
"One hears tales, eminence. The more savage the man, the less honor and the Everlasting G.o.d"s tenets will stay his hand. They say this Bakhtiian violated a holy temple and its ten virgin priestesses. That he ma.s.sacred an entire town out in the wilderness, five thousand men, women, and children, even the cattle, leaving only the smoking ruins of the buildings and bloodied corpses for the scavengers. They say jaran men are so proud that they won"t touch any women but their own, that they call foreign women "dogs." They ride covered in their own blood, and they can"t walk, since they sit on horseback from childhood on."
Jiroannes stroked his beard, amused. "I hope you do not believe all these superst.i.tious tales, Syrannus. I have also heard it said that they scorn the bow and arrow because it is a woman"s weapon. Can you imagine? Thinking a woman could shoot? It is nonsense, and you"d do well not to believe such stories."
"Still, eminence, your most honored uncle must have had good reason to give you this order."
"Yes. I have never doubted my uncle"s judgment. And it was undoubtedly my uncle"s influence that convinced His Imperial Majesty to grant me this mission."
"It is true, eminence, that five other young men of good family vied for the position. To succeed with such an important a.s.signment will a.s.sure you higher standing at court.""
"Yes. And a hope of moving into the Companion"s Circle." Jiroannes sank back onto the silken couch and snapped his fingers. His Tadesh concubine padded forward from the corner and knelt at the foot of the couch to ma.s.sage his feet. "And if I fail, I will spend the rest of my life in the provinces." He considered the papered walls trimmed with gold leaf, the arched windows looking out over the gardens, sere and brown with winter, and the beaded curtain that concealed this room from the rest of the honored guest suite. Wooden beads, indeed!
"Certainly, eminence, the rewards for succeeding will be great. Your most honored uncle has already begun negotiations, I believe, for your suit for the hand and dowry of the daughter of this house."
"Yes. The daughter of the Great King"s fourth cousin. That would be sweet indeed."
"With such a connection to the royal family, eminence, surely a Companion"s Sash would be guaranteed you."
Jiroannes did not reply. He watched the Tadesh. Her hands, stroking his feet and ankles, were strong and a.s.sured. She was a foreign girl, from the Gray Eminence"s lands across the sea. He had paid a ridiculously high price for her. She was not a beauty, certainly, but exotic as any foreigner is, and in any case she knew the five fabled arts of seduction and the five erotic dances of Tadesh. He could tell, by her lowered eyes and the set of her chin, that she knew he was studying her. She did not smile. She never did.
"Syrannus," he said abruptly. "There is a slave-boy about her size. Go get his clothing."
"Your eminence?"
"His clothing."
Syrannus looked troubled. "Your eminence, surely, if your most honored uncle said-"
"Are you questioning me?"
Syrannus bowed. "Of course not, your eminence, but in my position as a tutor for many years in the palace school, from which your eminence so graciously elevated me to become your secretary, I beg leave to remind you that while your high spirits and rebellious nature made you a favorite among the tutors at the school, it would not perhaps be wise to go against your uncle"s orders."
"I can cut the girl"s hair." The concubine"s hands halted for a moment, then resumed their rubbing. "With short hair, and loose clothing, she will pa.s.s well enough for a boy. By my ancestors, Syrannus, surely my uncle cannot expect me to endure an entire year without female companionship? The First Prophet himself warns against such privations. It is simply too much. She will go in the slave-boy"s place. My uncle will not know of it, and the barbarians will neither notice nor care."
Syrannus hesitated. At last, he bowed and left the room. The curtain parted, whispering, to let him through, and with a jangle of beads settled back into place.
Jiroannes sighed. "Something to drink, Samae." The concubine rose and padded in her slippers to the far table and brought him back a cup of melted fruit sorbet. He liked to watch her. She had an unconscious grace, and her slim hips swayed in an enticing manner. He did not think she did it on purpose. She had yet to show the least interest in him, except to perform her duties as ordered and with exacting perfection.
She knelt beside the couch and lifted the cup up to him. He took it, and drank.
She wore two layers of cloth, an outer silken gown slitted cunningly to reveal the sheer silk garment beneath and the white curves of her body. The sorbet cooled his throat, but not his ardor.
"My sash," he said.
She undid the complex knot that bound his sash and unwound him from its confines. The emerald cloth studded with jewels and precious stones fell to the floor in a heap. Even as she slid his trousers and blouse off, he was thinking as much of his ambitions as of the expert ministrations of her hands: endure this one year, negotiate a successful treaty with this Bakhtiian, secure Vidiya"s borders and perhaps even arrange some diplomatic marriages-the Great King had a daughter by his fifth wife he was willing to offer to the Bakhtiian, and surely this nomad prince had some female in his family to offer the Great King or his heir in turn-and then. . . .
Samae paused in her stroking while Syrannus came in, deposited the boy"s clothing in a neat pile at the foot of the couch, and left. As the beaded curtain settled back into place, she dabbed oil on her hands and began again.
Then he could marry well and gain the honor of wearing, instead of a gaudy, jeweled sash, the plain white silk granted only to the Companions. With such a prize within his reach, he could almost look forward to the coming year.
Manifest of the Soerensen Expedition Compiled by Margaret O"Neill, a.s.sistant to C. Soerensen Personnel: Charles Soerensen Dr. Cara Fel Hierakis Margaret O"Neill David ben Unbutu Ursula el Kawakami Rajiv Caer Linn Joanna Singh The Bharentous Repertory Company: Ginnaia Lac Arbha Seshat Onn Anahita Liel Apphia Helen Angiras Diana Brooke-Holt Madelena Quinn Oriana Vuh Catanya Yomi Applegate-Hito Owen Zerentous Dejhuti Joldine Gwyn Jones Jean-Pierre Dasas Henry Bharentous Hyacinth Phillippe Navarone Joseph Applegate-Hito 1 Partial Manifest of Goods: 1 22 Hou-Kohl palm slates thermal mitts I 1 Ananda-Cray Modeler 2 frying pans 1 Ananda-Cray clothespins demiModeler rope 1 Grousset solar mini portable platform 1 Xi-Dela portable 4 free-standing screens cookery 10 carpets 10 two-capacity canvas scrubbing pads & towels 1 tents 1 fire extinguisher 3 ten-capacity canvas tents 3 buckets 23 canvas cots 1 portable efficiency: WC.
4 folding tables and shower 1 23 folding chairs 7 crates belonging to Dr.
23 wilderness thermal Hierakis (uninspected) ? blankets 5 crates of misc. props 4 dishpans and costumes: see? 25 sets: knives, forks & Company manifest for spoons Interdiction allowance 25 sets: mugs, plates & misc. personal items, ltd.
bowls to 2 carry bags per ? 3 chopping boards person (12 kg. ea.) 3 kettles 100 gallons of water 3 ladles emergency transmitter 1 water purifier 5 Minimax solar cells axes & shovels 10,000 bags of tea 1 soap
CHAPTER SIX.
A peremptory knock sounded on the door behind Diana. She glanced up, startled, and lost hold of the inkwell just as the ship rolled steeply. The inkwell slid off the table and fell to the floor. Diana swore and ducked under the table to grab for it. It spun in a furious circle, spewing ink, and then rolled with the tilt of the floor toward the bunk. Diana swore again, more heated words this time, b.u.mped her head on the top of the table, and saw a booted foot catch the inkwell, stopping it neatly before it could roll under the lip of the bunk.
"Such language," admonished the owner of the foot.
She crawled out from under the table. "h.e.l.lo," she said, surveying Marco Burckhardt with remarkable calm. Somehow, her anger at the mess counteracted her fluttering heart.
He grinned at her and bent to retrieve the inkwell. "It"s a messy business. Writing with pen and ink. Palm slates are much more convenient."
"This is an interdicted planet." She took the inkwell from him, stoppered it, and used a rag to mop up the spilled ink. "Thank you." Out in the pa.s.sageway she heard the voices of the rest of the party as they packed and readied to leave.
Marco examined the room-Hal"s three duffel bags, open, with clothing and interesting odds and ends strewn over the lower bunk; Diana"s two little carry bags on the upper bunk, tied and neat and ready to go. "Where"s your roommate?"
"Out throwing up over the stern one final time, I think."
"Ah, he was one of the really sick ones."
"And an actor, you know. Think of it as a farewell gesture."
"If you"re ready, I can get you on the first boat going in to the harbor."""Can you?" Diana clapped her hands together and clasped them at her throat.
"That would be marvelous! Here, I"m ready to go right now." She closed the journal, laced it shut with a leather cord, and stuffed it into the side pouch of one of her bags.
"May I carry those for you?"
"No, I"m fine. Well, if you insist, you may take one." She handed him the bag without the journal in it, hoisted the other in her left hand, and followed him out of the cabin and down the pa.s.sageway, dodging actors and their gear.
A brisk wind blew on deck, and though it was cold, it was clear, the sun a fine golden disk in the purpling-blue sky. A shoal of harbor boats crowded up against the ship"s low-slung hull. Dr. Hierakis stood supervising the loading of her mysterious selection of crates and barrels into the forward boat. Charles Soerensen appeared from his cabin. He swung two bags-no heavier, Diana judged, than her own-over the rail and dropped them the two meters. They landed next to a meter-square crate. He climbed down the ladder, into the boat.
"h.e.l.lo, Marco. Coming with us?" Margaret O"Neill, Soerensen"s a.s.sistant, appeared at the railing beside them. She glanced at Diana, at Marco, grinned, and then hid her mouth behind one hand.
"But of course, my flame-haired vixen. I could not bear to be parted from you even for so short a time. Do you know Diana?"
"Of course I know Diana. We spent a companionable two days together at the beginning of the voyage, throwing up over the stern."
Diana smiled but could think of no reply. Maggie treated Marco with a casual irreverence that Diana could only marvel at, and certainly could not hope to imitate.
Without asking, Marco took Diana"s second carry from her grip and slung both bags down into Charles Soerensen"s waiting hands. A gaudy gold ring flashed on the duke"s right forefinger. Looking up, Soerensen caught Diana"s gaze on him and he nodded in greeting. Diana blushed and waited to descend into the boat until Maggie and Marco had gone before her. The boat rocked on the wind-whipped water. Dr.
Hierakis secured the last of her crates and then sat. As one of the boatmen poled them free of the ship, Diana could not resist turning to wave to the handful of actors who had by now arrived on deck. Four sailors began the steady stroke of the oars, and the boat headed in to the docks, leaving the rest to follow in its wake.
A line of red rimmed the dockside. It had a shimmering, restless texture like, Diana thought, a festival decoration or some religious iconography. But as they neared the sh.o.r.e, she realized that it was a long line of figures-of men mounted on horses. There were many, many-perhaps a thousand-along the wharf, three deep and snaking in lines up into the town. Each and every one of the mounted men wore a similar costume: a brilliant scarlet shirt and black trousers and boots. The oars beat rhythmically as the boat scudded across the harbor, closing, and Diana saw that the riders were armed with sabers, and that most of them held long spears, some with pennants tied up near their heads, snapping in the breeze.
"They"re armed!" she exclaimed. "We"re rowing straight into them."
Soerensen shaded his eyes with one hand to stare. One of the rowers spoke rapidly in a foreign tongue.