“Tabini-aiji is Ragi born and bred, greedy, and bent on taking the south. She is his grandmother.”
The old feud, the Ragi with the South, the old resentment. The whole argument could shipwreck on that rock.
“Traditions are both a brake and a compass; but the engine—the engine of the aishidi’tat, nandi, is a leader who can effect change and who willlisten if you have proposals, particularly if you have the aiji-dowager’s support going in. Traditionalists in the north will always temper Tabini-aiji’s desire for change—but if any association is going to survive into a changing future, the leader of that association has to have the freedom to move. The dowageris such a leader. Youare such a leader. You, nandi, can step straight into a very profitable association withoutthe untidy process of a war. And she, through her personal connections, can entirely alter your relationship with the north in a favorable direction. Thatis the dowager’s proposal. Look to the East. Thereis where you can change everything.”
Machigi tilted his head, considering that statement, and it might have pleased him, or amused him. He had that slight expression—which slowly evolved into a brief smile.
“You are good, paidhi.”
“One hopes to be helpful to both sides, nandi. The aishidi’tat and the Marid have spent too much of their wealth and invention on wars.”
Machigi swept a sober look about at his ministers. “We have things to consider, do we not, nandiin-ji?”
There was not a word from the ministers, no lively give and take. No acceptance. But no rejection.
Was there ordinarily that sort of session with this man? Bren asked himself. Was it the presence of an enemy that restrained them—or was it the habit of restraint with a touchy young autocrat?
He gathered no clue from them at all. Machigi gave a flick of his hand on the chair arm, and the ministers all rose and bowed and left, collecting the majority of the guards as they went.
Bren didn’t stare after them. He watched Machigi, and Machigi watched him, while their two sets of bodyguards stood watching over both of them.
“Well,” Machigi said, “well, shall we take a walk together, nand’ paidhi?”
Machigi got up. Bren did. And Machigi led the way to the large doors at the far end of the room. Machigi’s guards moved to open them. Banichi and Jago shifted to stay close to Bren, and out of the line of Machigi’s guards.
The doors let in a widening seam of light, and the room beyond proved to be a hall of windows with a view of the harbor—a pleasant room, with small, green leather chairs, with large and ancient maps on the other three walls. Fishing boats were evident in that panoramic view. So was a larger freighter, moving slowly beyond the smaller boats, and the horizon beyond the city wharves was all water.
“A magnificent view, nandi,” Bren said.
“This is the heart of the Marid,” Machigi said. “This is oursea. This, with our ships, is our power. Of the five clans of the Marid, only the Taisigi and the Senji have any extensively useful land inward. But you know this, being what you are.”
“You have grain fields, nandi, and the Senji have their hunting range and their orchards.”
“Well-learned, are you?” Machigi turned from the windows and faced him with a curious tilt to his head. “Hearing that Ragi accent come from your mouth continually amazes me. You have the size and the voice of a young child—one hardly means to offend you, nand’ paidhi, but I have constantly to assure my eyes that you arethe one speaking.”
One might justifiably be offended, but it was rarely the paidhi’s prerogative to be offended.
Bren simply bowed in acknowledgment of the honesty and smiled slightly. “I have often wondered how I appear to others.”
“You have a reputation, paidhi, for great tenacity, among other things. Tenacity and audacity.
Commendable qualities, up to a point.”
“I hope to uphold that reputation, up to a point, nandi.”
“You have asked very little of our hospitality except that I recover a stray Guildsman of yours, which unfortunately we have not yet done. Possibly he is not in Taisigi territory.”
“Possibly he is not. But he would move slowly. He was injured.”
“Baji-naji. You and your household seem to have had a hard few days, nand’ paidhi.”
“It has been an interesting trip, nandi.”
“So Pairuti is fallen. And Lord Geigi claims the clan lordship of the Maschi—to pass it on to an out-clansman, perhaps—or not. And now the dowager wishes to make common cause with me because she admires my character. You will understand that I take all this news with a little skepticism.”
“If we go to negotiations, nandi, it will be my job to present your position to the dowager as energetically as I present hers to you. Admittedly, this venture was set in motion without extensive preparation. I have no documents for you, I have no absolute assurance that the dowager will agree with every detailed point of what I have proposed to you—” God help me, he thought. First I have to explain to her what they are. What did sheexpect me to do, approach this man withno offers in hand?“But I shall argue earnestly for it, nandi. I believe it represents a fair exchange of positions, no one parting with anything at all. Your collective needs and assets fit with the dowager’s like key and lock.”
“In what matters do you think she will balk, nandi? Be more specific.” Machigi sank into a chair, offering the one opposite, before the immense windows. Light fell on them and reflected off the polished table between them. “We have just had the retraction of the Filing, which I assure you never greatly troubled me. When has the aiji notwanted me dead?”
“Well, nowwould be a just answer. He does not nowwish you dead, nandi. That is some improvement in relations in just the last few hours we have talked.”
Machigi rested his chin on his fist. “Spell out for me the things the dowager proposes—and those things you think she will not grant.”
“The message instructing me to come here was delivered while I was in transit, nandi, so as aforesaid, one has not had the opportunity to consult with her. However,” he added quickly, lest Machigi’s patience run out, “I can state certain things with some assurance. First, a stable Marid is essential to peace in the aishidi’tat. Second, she believes that membership in the aishidi’tat is beneficial to her district.” That produced a frown, and he added rapidly: “The aishidi’tat is not perceived as beneficial to the Marid, but it can become so. One can even surmise, nandi, that the character of the Marid Association itself might change, ifthe relationship between Tanaja and Shejidan were suddenly stable, and ifit had a fortunate third participant, in the East. If the Marid once and for all defines its long-term interests in ways that bring about a stable, peaceful, and profitable association with the aiji-dowager, the aishidi’tat would have to take those interests into account.”
“And if these interests include rule over the west coast?”
“The Marid has no great land-based establishment to the West and never has had. I argue it would be of no great value to you, compared to the offer on the table.”