Foreigner - Explorer. Part 5

And typical of any dealing with Phoenix's Phoenix's original four captains-he wished he knew which half of all Sabin said original four captains-he wished he knew which half of all Sabin said was was the truth, or what resources she held that had made her willing to agree to this voyage, and what secrets she still kept close. the truth, or what resources she held that had made her willing to agree to this voyage, and what secrets she still kept close.

More fuel reserve than they'd ever admitted to their allies who'd filled their tanks? A potential fuel dump at a place called Gamma? On both accounts, very rea.s.suring news, though it would have slowed refueling efforts back at Alpha and given political ammunition to those who hadn't want to fuel the s.h.i.+p at all.

But both the possibility of repair to the station and a fear of finding alien presence there? Was that Sabin's natural voyage-end pessimism at work, or a long-held conclusion based on more information than they'd yet laid hands on?

Jase had to work with the woman, had to maintain cooperation and simultaneously keep alert for sudden s.h.i.+fts in Sabin's intentions-about which they were still still not convinced. not convinced.

"Take care," Bren wished him.

"Take care," Jase said, too, and added, pointedly, counting the aiji-dowager down on five-deck, full of justifiable questions of her own: "Good luck."

Chapter Three.

THERE WAS NO EXTENDED COMMENT from Banichi and Jago, even in the lift: there, the s.h.i.+p's eavesdropping was a given. There was no comment, at first, as they crossed toward the closed door of their own section, through that foyer they shared with Kroger's corridor.

But for the first time it was moderately safe to talk, in Ragi. "You followed most of it," Bren said, "nadiin-ji."

"Certainly important points, nadi-ji," Banichi said. "But not enough to be confident of understanding Sabin-aiji." Banichi let them through the closed section door and into the long corridor that was their own domain. The dowager's staff stood guard, as always, and pa.s.sed them on without a word.

"No one understands Sabin-aiji," Bren muttered. "She deliberately obscures her actions."

"One perceives," Jago said as they walked, "that there may have been a falsified television image when last the s.h.i.+p visited this station. That more secret records may be at issue."

"True in both instances." He gathered his breath for an explanation. Didn't even know where to start, about Ramirez's actions and Jase's suspicions, that ran back for decades.

A missile from out of the galley hit the corridor wall.

Ricocheted to the floor.

And skidded toward them on the tiles.

A red-fletched, blunt arrow.

With a whisper of leather and a light jingling of silver weapon-attachments, Jago bent down and gathered it from their feet.

A young atevi face peered from the dowager's galley, down the corridor. Gold eyes went very wide.

"No, we are not not the indulgent side of staff," Jago said ominously. "I am a.s.sa.s.sins' Guild on duty, young aiji, escorting the aiji of the heavens to his apartments in dignity fit for his office, young aiji. I react quickly to threat. Fortunately for you, young aiji, I react as quickly in restraint, a lesson which in future might prove more beneficial than archery. Do you know what your the indulgent side of staff," Jago said ominously. "I am a.s.sa.s.sins' Guild on duty, young aiji, escorting the aiji of the heavens to his apartments in dignity fit for his office, young aiji. I react quickly to threat. Fortunately for you, young aiji, I react as quickly in restraint, a lesson which in future might prove more beneficial than archery. Do you know what your father father would say if he saw this arrow at Bren-aiji's feet?" would say if he saw this arrow at Bren-aiji's feet?"

The future aiji exited the door, bow in hand, and stood contrite... as tall as a grown human; but far shorter than adult atevi. "Jago-ji, I put another lamina on the bow."

"Evidently." Jago strode to the point of impact, which bore a slight dent. Young muscles as solid as an adult human's had put a fair draw on a bow that had grown thicker on this voyage-a bow with added strength, since the boy had tinkered with it. "You have damaged the s.h.i.+p."

"It's only a dent, Jago-ji."

Oh, we are are getting bold, Bren thought, wondering what his staff getting bold, Bren thought, wondering what his staff was was going to do with this burgeoning personality, if they all lived so long. That sullen look was his father's. Or-one dreaded to think-his grandfather's. going to do with this burgeoning personality, if they all lived so long. That sullen look was his father's. Or-one dreaded to think-his grandfather's.

"Dare you say so?" Jago was not daunted. And towered over the boy. "Dare you say so? Did you build this s.h.i.+p? Did you place those panels? Do you command those who can?" you say so? Did you build this s.h.i.+p? Did you place those panels? Do you command those who can?"

Clearly the answer was no. Cajeiri didn't command anything about the s.h.i.+p.

"So?" Jago said. "Do you fancy going to Sabin-aiji and asking someone to repair it?"

Set of the jaw. "I would go to Sabin-aiji."

"That would hardly be as wise as an aiji needs to be," Bani-chi said in his deep voice. "Do you know why?"

Clearly that answer was no, too. But the boy was not a complete fool, and lowered the level of aggression.

"I was seeing how hard it would hit," Cajeiri said.

"And did not intend to dent the s.h.i.+p?"

"I beg pardon, nadiin."

"Wrap the points," Jago said shortly, "aiji-ma. Be wiser."

"Yes, Jago-nadi." The young wretch set the offending instrument of war b.u.t.t-down on the deck, its heel in his instep, and unstrung it. He took the arrow from Jago. And bowed to authority, attempting charm. "Good morning, Bren-nandi. Is Jase-aiji coming down?"

"Little pitchers with big ears," Bren translated the human proverb, which Cajeiri understood and thought funny. "I have had my meeting with Jase. It was very nice, thank you."

"Grandmother wants you to come to breakfast," Cajeiri said. "But the hour is past breakfast."

One could imagine she wanted to hear from him.

"She has not yet invited me, nadi."

"I told Narani. I brought the message."

"Staff does these things quite efficiently on their own," Banichi said dryly. "If you can shoot at lord Bren, you can manage beyond the children's language, am I correct?"

"No," Cajeiri said defensively. He was only seven. Consequently he spoke Ragi without the architecture of courtesies and rank and elaborate numerology of his seniors. He had liberties appropriate to his age-and was bored beyond bearing, being the only seven-year-old aboard. s.h.i.+p's crew had left their minor children, considering it was not a safe voyage.

But the aiji in Shejidan had sent his son on a voyage that should teach him more than bad behavior and dangerous familiarity.

"I shall see the aiji-dowager," Bren said. "Go beg Narani-nadi to arrange some graceful hanging on this wall, to save the servants asking each other who could have damaged our residence."

"Yes, Bren-aiji."

"And regard security's advice. Aijiin do not defend themselves with bows and arrows-"

"With guns, Bren-nadi!"

"Not even with guns, Cajeiri-nadi. Their staffs defend them. The very humblest servant who locks a bedroom window at night defends them. Not to mention the a.s.sa.s.sins' Guild, who do carry guns, and whose reactions are very quick, and not to be trifled with. Please live to grow up, young aiji. Your father and mother would be very disappointed otherwise. So even would your great-grandmother."

Cajeiri's eyes... they looked at one another eye to eye... grew very large.

"And by no means forget," Bren said, "that I am several times your age. So your father would remind you."

"Yes, Bren-aiji."

He liked liked the boy. And the boy. And like like was for salads. was for salads. Love Love was for flavors of fruit drink. It wasn't an emotion one could even translate for a species that operated by hierarchies and grouping and emotionally charged a.s.sociations. was for flavors of fruit drink. It wasn't an emotion one could even translate for a species that operated by hierarchies and grouping and emotionally charged a.s.sociations.

"You are within my man'chi," was as close as he could come. "No matter you behave like this. But be careful. The s.h.i.+p is going to move soon. We're going into a place of considerable danger."

"Are we?" Eagerness. The boy was was seven. "Is it the lost station?" seven. "Is it the lost station?"

"It may be. Meanwhile-wrap the arrowheads. Don't shoot my staff. And see me later. I'm sure we can find some new videos for the trip."

"Some human ones!"

"Some human ones, too." They had a store of them. A large store. In consideration where they were going and the risks they ran, they'd dumped a great deal of the human Archive from the s.h.i.+p, entrusting it to the planet and the station of their origin. But they'd kept a few useful bits. "Now apologize, and then off with you to tell Narani."

"One is very sorry," the scoundrel said, with all his father's winning ways, and bowed to him and to Jago and Banichi. "One is doubly sorry, nadiin-ji. And begs to be excused."

"Go," Banichi said, and the boy escaped.

Galley staff had watched all this from the open door.

"One is equally sorry, nandi," the cook said-the dowager's men, all young, except the cook; and bet that Cenedi, the dowager's chief of security, had had an immediate report about the dent that had sprung, likely without much warning, from the depths of their premises.

"One very well understands, nadi," Bren said. Never turn aside an atevi apology: they came when due. "One is informed the dowager has sent for me?"

"You were expected at breakfast, nandi," the cook said. "The aiji-dowager is now in her study."

"I'd better go there immediately," he said to his staff.

"One will inform Narani," Jago said, and they turned back toward the dowager's main doors, their own unvisited-well, except by a boy on a life-saving mission. The dowager was not long on patience.

Several doors back, in their relatively compact living arrangement, this linear, human-designed interlock accommodated what should be roughly circular routes, by atevi habit. Atevi ingenuity did manage: the dowager's household accessed the bone-numbing cold of a service tunnel running behind the cabins' back walls for brief, discreet trips past the dowager's front door, where a guest entered.

He rapped softly-a shared custom-rather than use the signal b.u.t.ton. The door opened. Cenedi had a small, highly electronic secretary desk in the curtained-off foyer. Cenedi was often at work there, and Cenedi was on the spot at the door, right behind the dowager's major domo. Expecting them-no miracle, given their ubiquitous communications links.

"Welcome," Cenedi said. "Welcome, nandi."

"Indeed, thank you, Cenedi-ji.-I shall keep the coat, nadi." This for a servant who silently offered to take it. The dowager's favored temperatures were too cold for comfort-this, the woman who preferred a drafty mountain fortress with minimal plumbing to the luxury of temperate-and political-Shejidan.

He retained his coat, left Banichi and Jago to their ordinary social interface with the dowager's security, and followed the servant's polite lead to the service access, a bone-chilling walk three doors down, a duck of the head to get into the comparative heat of the dowager's underheated study.

They could have gone back into the main corridor. The dowager did otherwise. The staff did otherwise. So her guests, once admitted to her premises, did otherwise.

The dowager occupied a chair in what was, given the carefully restrained objects on the shelves, an office-study c.u.m library-in short, all those functions that in the dowager's establishment were sanity-saving and civilized.

The dowager, knitted shawl about her, read. And looked up from her book.

Scowling. Darkly scowling.

"You coddle the boy."

Where was was her communications link? He had never spotted it. her communications link? He had never spotted it.

"He's bigger than I am," Bren said, and it struck the dowager's humor. She laughed, and laughed, and moved her cane to tap the other chair.

He sat. He didn't begin a report. He waited about two breaths.

"So," she said. "And how is Sabin-aiji?"

"Well," he said.

"Have you broken your fast?"

"No, aiji-ma, but-"

"But. But. But. Will you have breakfast? Or tea?"

"I fear my stomach could by no means deal with a breakfast, aiji-ma, and I have had tea upstairs."

"And your estimate?"

That was the formal invitation. "Aiji-ma, you know the s.h.i.+p-aijiin lied to the crew."

Impatient wave of the hand. "Estimate of Sabin-aiji."

"A difficult book to read, aiji-ma, a palimpsest of several regimes on this s.h.i.+p, and to this hour I cannot know precisely which layer has the truth. But she acts as if she expected Jase-aiji to find that tape. She is aware that it was falsified. And in my own opinion, that deception may have served us all. The crew would have been very difficult for the aijiin to manage over the last decade if they had known from the start that there were survivors back at the original station. They would most surely have diverted all energy toward refueling the s.h.i.+p precisely for this voyage, and subverted all construction toward that end. Neither Mospheirans nor atevi would have agreed with that as a priority, one is sure, and one is convinced Ramirez foresaw that. If there were no particular haste to return, the crew would take any order. Pratap Tamun's attempt to take power-this is my own guess, aiji-ma-might indicate a certain suspicion within the certain levels of the crew. He may have used his suspicion to blackmail the other s.h.i.+p-aijiin into conceding to his demands-but he lacked proof. His kidnapping of Ramirez instead of killing him suggests he wanted something Ramirez could give. I used to wonder what. Now I strongly suspect it was an admission of information on this tape-or beyond it, from some meeting of Ramirez's men with station authorities."

"And this tape shows?"

"Corridors lacking power or air... in which the search team walks-walks, with the appearance of gravity, which, aiji-ma, cannot be created without stable rotation, and stable rotation of a damaged station is no accident. That is the sensitivity of this record, on a pinpoint. At a certain point they disappear into a working airlock and the tape ends. Which is also against regulations, Jase-aiji informs us. That record should not have terminated, but it does. They preserve the secrets of their negotations with their Guild."

"Shall we be surprised at this?"

"No, aiji-ma. In retrospect, one thinks not. But that raises another question: did Ramirez act on his own did Ramirez act on his own! Jase suspects the timing in which he and Yolanda were created, decades before their usefulness in Shejidan. Jase suspects Ramirez had ambitions to create yet another colony, secret from the Guild. But Sabin suggests Ramirez meant to contact foreigners-s.p.a.cefaring foreigners, and that his intrusion into sensitive foreign territory prompted the attack on Reunion."

"Bypa.s.sing atevi? How were these persons preferable?"

Trust the dowager to see to the heart of a matter. "One believes, aiji-ma, that it was not so much fear of atevi as fear of detection, if he diverted the s.h.i.+p to a known and forbidden destination-the old colony; and fear that contacting humans once hostile to the Guild would be very difficult to manage. He had no idea of the technical advances atevi might have made. He wanted potent, s.p.a.cefaring allies. And found potent, s.p.a.cefaring enemies, as seems, from some place he visited."

"And where is this place?"

"Out among the stars. Sabin-aiji strongly suggests Ramirez disturbed and alarmed a foreign world."

"As Mospheirans dropped down on us, abusing our hospitality. Is once not enough?"