“Farther worlds, farther suns, nandi, people more different from both of us than we are from each other—but people with whom we have found some understanding.”
“What use are they?”
“As much as we are to them—occupying a place in a very large darkness. As Tanaja sits at the edge of a very large sea, with all its benefits. Space does have shores, in a sense, and people do live there.”
“The world has had enough foreignness.”
“There will be no second Landing. The space station will see to that.”
“How?”
“Because outside visitors will be limited to that contact, as much as we find beneficial, and no further, nandi. But we are verging on business, now, one of those matters in which one would very much like to see the Marid have its share.”
“Why should you think so? And why should your principal think so?”
“Because the opportunity is that wide. There is no point to hoarding it. If the Marid prospers, it is no grief at all to the world at large. It will notdisturb the trade of the south coast. The unique items which the Marid produces and in which it trades are notduplicated by manufacturing or found in space.”
Machigi emptied his teacup and held it up to be refilled. “Another round, nand’ paidhi.”
That was good. Bren held up his own cup, and they settled back to discussion of more polite nature.
“An extraordinarily beautiful service, nandi,” Bren said.
“Three hundred years old,” Machigi said, “one of the treasures of the aijinate of Tanaja. The island which produced it was devastated by a sea wave. This service happened to be on a ship which survived, being at sea at the time.”
“Extraordinary,” Bren said.
“There are a few other items surviving of that isle. But increasingly few. They have suffered somewhat in the centuries since. We have attempted to discover the source of the glaze, but the isle is gone, submerged. We suspect it came from a plant which may now be extinct.”
“A loss. A great loss, nandi. The blue is quite deep, quite a remarkable color.”
“Greatly valued, to be sure.”
“One is honored even to see it.”
Machigi made a wry salute with his cup. “And you a human. You are the second human I have ever seen.”
Thump went the heart. “The second, nandi.”
“There is a woman,” Machigi said. “A member of your household, so I understand.”
“Barb-daja.” Thattook no far leap. But it called into question the dowager’s theory, on which they had come here, and the safety of themselves and everyone on that bus. “You have indeed seen her, nandi?”
“Indeed.” Machigi said.
“Is she well, nandi?”
Machigi shrugged, and this time set his cup down. “Who is this lady, nand’ paidhi?”
“The lady is my brother-of-the-same-parents’ wife, to put the situation simply, nandi, a naive woman of no political connections.”
Machigi smiled, and took up the cup for a final sip, then set it down. “Let us get down to business, nand’ paidhi.”
Bren nodded and did the same, schooling his face to absolute calm. His chest hurt. Breaths hurt, but he kept them regular. He had managed not a tremor in setting his cup down, and diverted his thoughts from Barb and Toby, from Najida and those at risk there, even from his bodyguard standing behind him. And quietly smiled back. “One is very glad to do so, nandi. Shall I give you the dowager’s message exactly as it came to me?”
“Do you have it?”
He reached carefully inside his coat pocketc the one that did not involve a loaded pistolc and handed the folded paper across.
Machigi took it in a scarred hand and read it. He had a young face, lean, hard, that scar on the chin a streak on his dark skin that ran quite far under the chin as well, as if someone had once tried to cut his throat. An interesting wound, that.
Machigi read, folded it in the agile fingers of one hand and handed it back, laying it on the small service table between them.
“The dowager does not have a reputation for such easy trust.”
“The dowager, nandi, sees what I see: a situation in which your associated subordinates cannot profit while you exist. You exert an authority they must surely view as dominating theirs, as your interests take precedence over theirs. This is not, in the dowager’s view, a bad situation—keeping the Marid from wasteful wars.”
“An interesting analysis, paidhi.”
“Accurate, I think. It would also be accurate to say that the Marid has long had a quarrel with the aishidi’tat, from its formation, a quarrel regarding the balance of powers in the association. The dowager believes there is a way around this situation with honor.”
“Enlighten us.”
“One is certain you see it, nandi, but I shall declare it: association of the entire Marid with Ilisidi of Malguri, an association to be, so far as the Marid, under your leadership.”
He had actually surprised Machigi, and Machigi let him see it. That was both good and bad.
“A pleasant notion,” Machigi said, “but your own man’chi is to Tabini of the Ragi.”
“My longtime association is to the aiji-dowager as well, and one might recall, nandi, the aiji’s cooperation with his grandmother in providing that force now sitting on the bus, and her providing it to me. What she has done is not done in the dark.” ”
“So, also with his knowledge, she has made a grab for Maschi territory and taken the Edi in as well.”
“Neither with his foreknowledge, but with his tolerance, nandi. She has made good on old debts, dating back many decades, even before her grandson’s birth, but she has not made any hostile move against Tanaja, nor does she wish to do so, having no territorial interest in doing so. This is one advantage, allow me to suggest, of forming outside associations that do notrun into the troubled old territory of the central clans. The dowager’s lands are distant and, so far as Tanaja is concerned, untrammeled by old debts, except the two obligations on which she has already stood firm. If you should accept her invitation to become her associate, nandi, you may expect similar firmness of alliance, which can cast many old disputes into an entirely different framework of negotiation. Her grandson values her for this quality, and, one may say, respects her alliances.”
A lengthy silence, then a drawled: “You have an extraordinary forwardness of address, paidhi-aiji.”
“You also have that reputation, nandi, as a man who does not cling blindly to precedent. The dowager values this quality, and suggests it should not be wasted.” He saw that look of thought. It was not the time to lose it. “The plain fact is, I amhere, nandi, meeting with you in confidence, and accurately relaying the dowager’s objectives, which are favorable to a negotiation at this point, thus preventing Guild action from destabilizing the Marid. That is the bottom line.”
“What is her offer?” Machigi asked bluntly.
“Alliance,” Bren said with equal bluntness. “Association. New times, new thinking, horizons not limited to this earth.”
“Access,” Machigi said, “to the orbiting station.”
“That willhappen, nandi,” Bren said. “One has no doubt of it, granted association exists.”
“You do not ask further into your own associate’s whereabouts or welfare.”
“A personal matter. I am here in an official capacity.”
“Indeed,” Machigi said, leaning back in his chair. “Yet you represent the aiji in Shejidan.”
“By courtesy, I represent only his grandmother, who doeshowever, hold independent association in the East.”
Machigi looked to the side, to one of his bodyguard, and back again, eye to eye and steadily. “ Independenceis an interesting position to hold.”
“Propose it, nandi. Independence of the district within the aishidi’tat. One does not say it will be rejected. But,” he added sharply, “in order to claim such a position for the Marid, you need an authority equal to the dowager’s authority over the East.”