The Farai, a subclan of the Senji, with strong ties to the Dojisigi, had snuggled close to Tabini, tried to establish residency in the Bujavid in Shejidan, right next to Tabini’s apartment, on the strength of an ancestral claim to that residence. It was one thing if it was ordinary Marid mischief afoot.
But if it was not the Marid itself pulling the stringsc if it was an operation aimed at letting renegade Guild into the Bujavidc
God.
They could have a problem. They could have a seriousproblem.
He needed to do his job here and get back to Najida where he could get contact not only with Ilisidi but also with Tabini, on an urgent basis. He had to hope Machigi could be persuaded, and could become useful in solving the renegade Guild problem from inside the Marid.
He had no references. He had none of his accustomed, familiar maps. He had what he had in his head. And he had what maps Machigi would be willing to provide, of whatever vintage or accuracy.
“Nadiin-ji,” he said to his bodyguard, “I shall sit down and take a few notes until the maps arrive.”
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The buswas coming in. Everybody in Najida had known for sure the bus was coming since afternoon, when it had dropped off people at Targai and picked up people and set out for Najida.
The bus coming back meant a lot of things.
It meant everybody must be all right, but things were still dangerous: Cajeiri had that figured.
Great-grandmother almost never showed worry, but house staff did: they were in a dither.
And Great-grandmother had been just a little sharp with him at lunch, when he had come up to get lunch for nand’ Toby. He had asked if he should tell nand’ Toby that Barb-daja was coming back.
“Never promise what you cannot personally swear to, Great-grandson!” Great-grandmother had snapped at him. “Think!”
Well, he hadthought, had he not? That was why he had asked, and it was not fair of mani to have spoken sharply to him. He was only infelicitous eight, and he made a few mistakes, but he was making far fewer lately.
Still mani had chided him.
Mani was worried about nand’ Bren, and worried about the whole situation. That was what he picked up.
But if she was thatworried, why had she sent nand’ Bren and Banichi and all over there in the first place?
He saw no sense in what mani was doing. Lord Machigi was the same Lord Machigi who had caused holes to be shot in the woodwork at Najida and who was responsible, Cajeiri was still relatively certain, for doing in Lord Geigi’s sister and corrupting Baiji, who was still locked in Najida’s basement, just down the hall from where he took care of nand’ Toby.
But on mani’s orders, nand’ Bren was a guest of this lord, along with his bodyguard, and they were all in danger. Nand’ Bren had phoned to say he was all right, but that did not make anybody less worried about him.
So Great-grandmother, who had ordered him to go there, and who was being nervous, also thought things could still go wrong.
Machigi’s people might have attacked nand’ Bren’s bus and all those Guild aboard before it even got out of Taisigi land. That had been the first concern when they knew nand’ Bren had sent the bus back.
But it had gotten safely to Targai, over in Maschi clan territory, and Targai had phoned and said it was coming on to Najida.
With Barb-daja and Veijico.
And now it had really, truly almost gotten here with nobody shooting at it.
So Cajeiri felt more and more anticipation—and still a little dread, because nobody had said whether Barb-daja was entirely all right, that was one thing.
But the other passenger—
Veijico.
Veijico was hisproblem. Vejico and her brother had deserted hisaishid, run off into the night, drawing nand’ Toby into an ambush and getting nand’ Toby shot and Barb-daja kidnapped.
And then she had run off, following Barb-daja, maybe to undo what she had done, but to no great good, and they stillhad not found Lucasi, who was lost somewhere in really dangerous territory and maybe dead.
He would be sorry if Lucasi should turn out to be dead.
But the two of them going off like that and causing all the trouble they had caused was behavior he, being their lord, even at infelicitous eight, had to say something stern about.
They had broken Guild regulations. Cenedi was mad at them. Everybody was.
More, what he felt about them was complicated, because he was glad Veijico was alive, but he was not sure he wanted Veijico and her brother back in his household at all, and there was nobody, with everything else going on, who had time to tell him what to say or do if he wanted her to go back to Shejidan. Those two had been nothing but trouble since his father had assigned them to him, and they had been constantly rude to Antaro and Jegari, who were only apprentice Guild, but who were in their way.
Antaro and Jegari had volunteered to be his bodyguards from when he had come back to the earth, and they had been in very serious situations and had people shooting at them and always protected him. Antaro and Jegari had risked their lives keeping him safe—and were still with him, did what he wanted, and would throw themselves between him and a bullet, he had no question, while Veijico and Lucasi had gone off and left him.
But there ought to be value in them, all the same—because Veijico and Lucasi had been assigned to him by his father— realGuild, not just apprentices—because Najida was a dangerous place.
They had sounded all right at first. They had promised him all sorts of things they could do, including hurrying Antaro and Jegari through their courses and teaching them, personally.
But Veijico and Lucasi had taken serious exception to his still having Antaro and Jegari as number one partnership in the household.
That was where all the trouble had started—well, plus the fact that Veijico and Lucasi really were very smart, and thought they knew everything about everything, and had even gotten pert with senior Guild—which told him they were not as smart as they thought they were.
They had offended Cenedi, who had been extraordinarily patient with them, and that was just stupid on their part.
And they gave orders to nand’ Bren’s household staff as if they owned the estate.
They had notgotten into the household network, which they had been supposed to do to keep him informed: Cenedi had refused to give them access, since they had been contrary with Cenedi.
They had run out of the house without orders and let Toby and Barb go with them.
And then, when things had gone totally wrong, they had run off without telling Cenedi or him where they were going.
So they had made a mess of things. And Lucasi could be dead.
He had to admit he had not managed them well. And they werehis staff, even if he had had no choice in having them. He hated failing at something.
He supposed, in the first place, he should have expected they would resent Antaro and Jegari, and maybe he shouldhave done something different about organizing his staff.
But why? Was he to demote Antaro and Jegari just to suit two newcomers, when he had never even asked to have them in his household in the first place? That was just not fair. He had promised Antaro and Jegari they would be first. How could he break a promise like that?
Maybe they had had feelings about being assigned out in the country, too, when they thought they were so good.
Maybe they had come in a little mad in the first place because they were being assigned to a child, even if he washis father’s heir. Well, that was understandable. He was not very glorious, yet, compared to being assigned to his father’s household in Shejidan.