“The potential and the energy I see out that window is huge. You thrive, in relative isolation from outside ports, only with a limited trade to the north. Your industry and your inventiveness are evident. But the west coast is locked in a balance difficult to move, between Mospheiran interests across the strait and the sensitivity of the straits between. Let Shejidan manage that problem. You now have a far better offer on the table. Let your shippers hear of new ports, new markets, and they will race to get there. The Senji and the Dojisigi will doubt, at first. They will scoff. They will suspect you are up to something. And then they will be up in arms because advantage is coming to youand not them. And thatis the point where your own force and leadership can bring the Marid under one clan, one authority.”
An index finger lifted from beside the mouth. “The easier for the ‘one clan, one authority’ in Shejidanto snap up and swallow.”
“Ah, but you will be an associate of the aiji-dowager. The East may be within the aishidi’tat, but the aishidi’tat is notwithin the East. The aiji-dowager hammered out that distinction to the displeasure of the Guilds in Shejidan. There is no Assassins’ Guild there, except what surrounds her. There is limited rail therec”
“Which you mean to change.”
“What is notimposed by Shejidan meets much more interest in the East. You will find you and the aiji-dowager, aiji-ma, have a great deal you could discuss.”
Tap-tap-tap went the finger beside the mouth. And a frown gathered on the brow. “You are quick, paidhi. But are you accurate? Can you deliver these things?”
“One knows these resources and the situation, aiji-ma. And I have some influence of my own, at least that of my office.”
“The white ribbon.”
“I take my office seriously, aiji-ma. I am of no clan, of no region. I have displeased every lord I have dealt with at some point or another, but to the lasting displeasure of none that I have served.”
“I shall personally read your proposals,” Machigi said with that same level stare. “I shall see for myself what you ask—and what you give. And then we shall estimate whether these proposals of yours will possibly appeal to me—or to the dowager.”
“I ask no more than that, aiji-ma.”
“You costme, understand,” Machigi said sharply. “You have already cost me certain assets that may not be easy to replace!”
“One understands that without needing the details. I have disrupted the peace here.”
“Peace.” A dour laugh. Machigi propelled himself out of the chair and looked down as Bren got up more slowly—painfully.
And stuck, half way, his back locked up.
Banichi moved. Machigi’s guard moved. Jago moved, one step, her hand on her gun.
Bren held up a hand. Fast. “I can stand. I am perfectly well. A moment. Please.”
He gave a shove at the chair arm with the other hand and straightened. He had to. He drew himself up to his full height— about to Machigi’s shoulder—and got a breath. The situation among the bodyguards slowly relaxed.
“We mustarrange, aiji-ma,” Bren said, on a careful breath, “not to shoot each other.”
Machigi laughed—laughed aloud, and a slight grin remained when he waved a casual stand-down to his guard, who moved back, not without misgiving glances at Jago, whose hand had not left her gun.
Bren declined to give any such signal. His bodyguard was at disadvantage already, and he opted not to interfere. He only said, “My profound apologies, aiji-ma.”
“You are not to die,” Machigi said, as if it were an order. “We offer the services of our physician. We insist. You shall not die under our roof!”
It was the last damned thing he wanted.
“I am far from dying,” he said. “It is only a bruise, improving on its own.”
“You ask me to rely on you,” Machigi said. “Rely on me and do as I say. Give me time to read these papers. Fro-ji.” This to his guard. “Take the paidhi to nand’ Juien. And give his bodyguard latitude. One assumes they will wish to be with him.”
Well, there was nothing for it, on that basis. He was far from happy to turn himself over to a physician to whom a human’s physiology was uncharted territory. He didn’t want to take any medications.
But he wasn’t happy with his own body at the moment. Tano, the field medic in his aishid, thoughtnothing was broken, but it had hurt like hell while Tano had made his investigation.
Damn, he thought. If he could just get a brief leave back to Najida—
But that wasn’t going to happen. He cast an unhappy look at Banichi and Jago as he joined them on his way to the door, but they had their official faces on, and there was nothing to tell him what they thought of it, or of his shift of allegiances, or anything else that had happened in this interview.
“Perhaps Tano should come downstairs,” he suggested.
Banichi said, as they exited to the audience hall, “He assuredly will, nandi.”
8
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They gathered downstairs, in a well-equipped clinic, crowding the little examination room.
Nand’ Juien was clearly a man of some professional standing and a few gray hairs. He listened and nodded while Tano, who had witnessed the event in question and who had a medical vocabulary, described the incident, the quality of the armor, his own observations of the injury, and the treatment.
One listened. One didn’t know all the words that went back and forth, an entire vocabulary that Bren didn’t have in any language, he strongly suspected. The physician approached him, respectful, cautious in feeling over his head and neck. “The discomfort is in my back,” he said at one point, since the discussion had centered for quite a while on the fall, and the condition of his skull, whether or not there had been concussion—mild, Tano said—and on his upper shoulders, which were sore but not acutely painful.
From apprehension, the situation dwindled down to a lengthy technical discussion and then to a discussion of the similarities in human and atevi anatomy, involving a great deal of attention to his upper back.
The pain is in the ribs, Bren wanted to say. My shoulders are fine. But Tano was doing the talking, most of it in medical terms he didn’t follow.
More discussion. And finally nand’ Juien asked to take x-rays, and wanted him to go to the other room. That took more time and entailed shedding the coat and vest and shirt and lying on the table for a prolonged time while Tano talked to nand’ Juien, then to Banichi and Jago.
The talk was technical, but it seemed obvious. “No fracture,” Bren heard, distinctly, and which yes, he was glad to know. So he wasn’t broken. Just sore as hell.
The talk went on, the cold table eased his back, he was without the damned vest, and to his embarrassment, he began to lose threads, and his mind began to wander back to the interview with Lord Machigi and even to the papers, the proposals.
“Nandi.” Nand’ Juien touched his shoulder from behind, startling him, but Tano was there.
He relaxed. The doctor said, “Exhale.” And having his head between his hands, suddenly rotated it quickly one direction and the other. Joints popped in chain reaction all down his spine.
It startled him, and it hurt like hell, but it reached sore muscles all the way down between his shoulders.
Then the doctor wanted, yes, another x-ray.
Glowing in the dark occurred to him, but the brain was getting reports from his shoulders now, and from his middle back. The ribs hurt. But there was a faint tingling and a sense of relief. He was, he decided, in somewhat less pain. He contented himself with breathing, moving his shoulders just slightly, while nand’ Juien and a new presence, his assistant, both talked to Tano.