"The Bruglioni are supposed to have a lot of money."
"The family is wealthy, yes. But not much of it is in the form of actual money. It"s mostly agricultural and mining properties. Sit. I have a proposition."
Else remained nervous. Divino Bruglioni was a complete unknown.
"You"re bright. You"re skilled. You take action when it"s needed. Paludan let this place go to h.e.l.l. His problem is, he doesn"t want to be bothered. And he doesn"t know how to manage people. He wasn"t taught. And hasn"t tried to learn."
"I understood Freido never thought anyone but Soneral needed teaching."
"Freido was an older Paludan. My brother wasn"t good for the family. He stopped insisting that our brightest youngsters stay here to tend the family fortune. His temper and drunken bad behavior made them all want to leave."
Else sat quietly, wondering what the Princ.i.p.ate had in mind.
"These are difficult times, Hecht. The malaise afflicting the Bruglioni isn"t confined to this family. It afflicts all Brothe. It lies like a fog on the Episcopal world. A crusade might wake us up. But at what cost? The Patriarch is obsessed with making a mark on history. At a time when we have no tools to do the work. And a time when n.o.body wants to get involved in Patriarchal adventures."
Else nodded. And waited, puzzled.
"Hecht, the whole world seems to be trying to thwart Sublime. These mad Calzirans have distracted him completely from his ambitions in the Connec."
Else considered offering the opinion that a higher power was vetoing Sublime"s machinations.
Divino sighed, caught his breath, continued when Else said nothing. "Duke Tormond and a mixed delegation, including the queen of Navaya, who is authorized to speak for King Peter, is approaching Brothe. The Duke is offering the Connec"s support in punishing Calzir. Queen Isabeth says Peter would contribute warships to the campaign."
"That"s a t.i.t for tat? If the Patriarch leaves the Connec alone the Connec will rescue him from Calzir?"
"It hasn"t been said that way, but that"s what it amounts to. And Sublime, despite being a prime specimen of Benedocto weasel, can"t possibly slime his way around Tormond and Peter this time. Not with the Emperor peeking over everybody"s shoulders."
"Which means he"ll never raise the money to finance an overseas adventure?"
"True. You do see past the end of your nose. I like that."
"Thank you, Your Grace." Else felt better, suddenly.
"I brought you here so I could get a better look at you. I liked what I heard. And now I like what I see. So. Can I hire you away from my nephew?"
"Your Grace?"
"Not right away. I may be a Prince of the Church but I"m still a Bruglioni. You"ve only just started whipping this place into shape. I want you to stay after that till Paludan"s jealousy, anger, and paranoia crush his good sense and he fires you. Then you come to work for me."
Else gaped.
"What do you think?"
"I think I"m overawed. I think it"s too good to be true. It"s the hope of finding opportunity like this that brings men from the corners of the world to Brothe. Of course I"ll do it." Of course he would do it. It was a dream come true. They would sing and dance through the halls of the Palace of the Kings when the news reached al-Qarn. "What would my duties be?"
"We"ll reserve that for now. I a.s.sure you, though that you"ll be doing what you"re best qualified to do."
"Oh?" Else did not press. He would tread carefully now. It would not be his fault if this fell through.
"Meanwhile, keep up the good work. Make the Bruglioni strong again."
"Yes, Your Grace. And what about the current situation, Your Grace?"
"What about it?"
"What"s become of the Calziran sorcerers? What became of the blond men? Who are they? They sound like something more than just good fighters."
"They"re what we call soultaken. Meaning they"re really only halfway alive. Soultaken are the tools of major supernatural ent.i.ties. Soultaken haven"t been seen around here in a millennium. Which makes their behavior more odd. Soultaken are used to commit the highest crimes. Yet these two operate like common thugs."
"You met them, didn"t you?"
"Once."
"And?"
"The more I know about the Instrumentalities of the Night, the less I want to talk about them. I think we have reason to be afraid. We can"t fathom the motives of the ent.i.ties using those two. We can"t discover their ident.i.ties. It"s probably connected to a strange unrest among the Instrumentalities of the Night that has persisted for months, now."
"I"m confused."
"We all are. It makes no sense. Not in any way we can fathom. We being the Collegium. Our allies among the creatures of the Night, that are normally pliable, won"t help us. The Realm of Night is unanimous. You jumped. You had a thought?"
"Not really." It was that Realm of Night remark. Was that an Episcopal Chaldarean concept? "I suppose time will let you know. When the mood strikes."
"Of course. We"ll find those two. Eventually. But they"re of no moment to you. Just do your job here. When the time comes, I"ll see you well pleased with your rewards."
Else did his best to look like a man whose only interest was exactly that. He promised, "If Paludan doesn"t interfere, I can get this place whipped into shape."
"Paludan isn"t as stupid as he seems, Hecht. He knows what he"s doing, most of the time. I think he intends to let you run your course. Because that will save him having to do all that work himself. In the dark. Because he never learned how himself."
Else grunted.
"My brother served his sons poorly. And now Paludan has no sons of his own. Nor a wife who can give him more. And I have none, even off the sheets. I fear for tomorrow."
"I"m teaching Dugo what I can, Your Grace. But the truth is, that boy isn"t fit. And can"t be made fit. You Bruglioni need to strain every bone, joint, and muscle to make sure Paludan lives forever. Or finds himself another wife and stays away from Gervase long enough to get an heir or two on her. Dugo could be a disaster big enough to push the family over the brink into extinction. Begging your pardon for stepping out of my place."
Families had been important in Brothe since antiquity. But the Five Families of today did not include among them even one that had been powerful in Imperial times.
"Perhaps the man who isn"t as stupid as he looks will develop wisdom, Hecht. Given time. It can happen. A man confronted with powerful responsibilities, knowing there"s no one else to handle them, often does grow up. I"ve seen it happen."
Else coughed. "That"s more the case when young people are involved, usually."
"Oh, my! A sense of humor, too? Perhaps we are blessed."
That troubled Else. He was not comfortable with the notion that he could be an inimical G.o.d"s answer to its worshipers" prayers.
DAYS Pa.s.sED. FIGHTING CONTINUED. TRAPPED CALZIRANS REFUSED to surrender. The pirates shared an abiding conviction that they would suffer agonizing deaths because of what had happened at Starplire.
"Call me an old cynic," Else told Pinkus Ghort, slurring because his jaw was still swollen. The red circles and pink skin were gone, at least. He was down to ugly yellow and purple bruises. And a short haircut. "But I think I know why the pirates behaved badly at Starplire. They were incited to it. By Starkden and Masant al-Seyhan. So they"d be scared to surrender later on. The Brothe attack was part of a bigger plan."
"What else could you expect from a bunch of barbarian Pramans?"
Else did not argue.
"You look like you"re coming down with the mumps, Pipe. You were going to say?"
"That people on our side will behave just as badly, given a chance. Like, say, Grade Drocker. Note that I express no disrespect by mentioning the Patriarch or the Emperor."
Ghort chuckled. "You hang around with me, you"ll end up as big a realist as I am. Where"s your better half?"
"A realist? Is that what you call somebody who sees the worst in everybody? Gervase?" Saluda had accompanied Else everywhere the past few days. "He got bored, I guess. Short attention span."
"Tell you what, Pipe. I"m never disappointed by people. When are you going to move over to the Collegium?"
"I don"t know. Not soon. Even a.s.suming Princ.i.p.ate Bruglioni wasn"t blowing smoke. He wants the Bruglioni household shaped up first."
"And those boys can"t do that for themselves?"
"They don"t seem inclined to try. Too much like work."
"Princ.i.p.ate Doneto is thrilled with your progress."
"I was sure that he would be."
"Here comes Joe. What"s the word, Joe?"
Just Plain Joe rode up on an ambling Pig Iron. Pig Iron looked bored and put upon. Joe said, "Don"t go barking, boss. This old boy"s only got one speed."
Else asked, "What happened to you?"
Joe"s left leg was in a splint. It stuck out from the side of the mule at a strange angle.
"Got hit with one a them fish arrows with the barbed heads. The ones they ties ropes on and use to get sharks. Went in and bounced off the bone. Smarted some. They was able to push it on through and got everything fixed up before it festered. Cap"n Ghort, sir, I don"t think you"re gonna get much cooperation from anybody. Not even the pirates. They ain"t giving up. They promise they"ll go away, though. If you let them."
"I"d let them if it was my call. But I"m not allowed. The mercenaries and the Imperials won"t root them out?"
"Cap, even I ain"t dumb enough to get myself killed trying to fix something that"s just naturally gonna fix itself if I just sit around and wait."
"And there you have it," Ghort said. "And guess who"s fault it"ll be if the whole city stays shut down because these idiot fishermen won"t lay down and die? I didn"t watch my back close enough. Doneto let me set myself up to be the perfect scapegoat."
"I doubt you"re perfect at anything."
Just Plain Joe said, "Maybe instead of paying them mercenaries day rates you might oughta pay them piecework. Way it works now, sitting on their hands pays them just as much as fighting."
Ghort said, "The man may have a point. The money from the levy is going fast but there"s enough left for some serious bounties."
That would not matter, overall. Those Calzirans who had not yet escaped never would. The Collegium and the Patriarch agreed. Not one Calziran would be there to defend his home when war came to Calzir.
"Let you in on a secret, Pipe," Ghort said, as they strode toward the Castella dollas Pontellas. "This is one I"m not supposed to know. But I happened to be accidentally eavesdropping when I heard."
"Accidentally, Pinkus?"
"That would"ve been my plea if I"d gotten caught. I know how much you love those guys."
"Uhm?"
"I overheard Doneto talking to his sister"s son, Palo. Palo is an aide to the Patriarch."
"The suspense is killing me, Pinkus."
"I doubt it. But here it is, just in case, on account of your a.s.s is too big to haul around if you drop dead on me. That regiment of Imperial cavalry showing up right on time. Wasn"t no coincidence."
"No! You don"t say."
"I mean, they weren"t headed for Alameddine, after all. They were headed for Brothe from the start. Sublime cut some kind of deal with Hansel. Which explains why I saw Ferris Renfrow sneaking around a while back."
"Our friend the interrogator from Plemenza?"
"The very one. Bo spotted him. On the Embankment, not far from Krois. Bo lost him there. When I heard about Sublime making a deal I knew why. He headed into the Patriarch"s hideout."
"I believe you. But I don"t understand. Why would the Patriarch and the Emperor get together?"
"Sublime? Because he"d get soldiers. Two ways. Imperial allies on the front end and his own men freed from paving to guard against Imperial incursions on the back side."
"What"s in it for Hansel?"
"Good question, Pipe."
"What can Sublime give him that he can"t get anywhere else?"
"More good questions. And we"ll see them all answered. If we"re clever enough to stay alive long enough."
"Hey, Pipe! Cap"n Ghort!" Just Plain Joe called. He and Pig Iron were dawdling along ahead of Else and Ghort.
Ghort asked, "What you got, Joe?"
"Crossing the Blendine Bridge."
"Oh. Hey! It"s that emba.s.sy from the Connec. They want to cut a deal with Sublime, too. I wouldn"t want to be Immaculate today. All my pals are fixing to dump me on the s.h.i.t pile of history."
Two of Sublime"s biggest distractions were about to become something else entirely. Meaning the Patriarch might get to preach his crusade to the Holy Lands after all.
Else needed to visit Gledius Stewpo.
Better yet, he needed to visit Anna Mozilla. There was genuine comfort to be found with the widow.