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Blood put down his drink. "Yeah, we're right over it, Mama, and

it hooks up with a bunch of others."

Loris told her, "That's the first item you ought to pass on to your

principals, Maytera. They think they have us like rats in a cauldron.

Nothing could be further from the truth. We can leave this house,

and them, whenever we wish."

Blood added, "Only I don't want to. It's my house."

She looked thoughtful, a finger pressed to her cheek.

"Bad hole." Oreb ruffled his feathers apprehensively. Chenille

whispered, "Your bird was down there with us. Auk had him on the

boat."

"You're sunburned!" Inwardly, Silk reproached his own stupidity.

"I've been looking at you--gaping actually, I suppose. I hope you'll

excuse it, but I couldn't imagine how your face had gotten so red, so

close to the red-brown color of a wood-carving my mother used to

have."

"She wore _nothing_ on the boat," Incus interposed. "Then my robe.

Maytera _forced_ them to give her that gown."

Loris snapped, "Is this germane?"

"Perhaps not," Silk admitted. "It's just that Chenille has reminded

me of a childhood incident, Councillor."

Loris waved aside Chenille's sunburn, tossing the largest fragment

of the bookend onto the rosewood end table at Maytera

Marble's elbow. "Marble? Isn't that your name, Maytera? The calde

just reminded us of that."

"It is."

"That was what this knickknack was, I'd say. Real marble from

the Short Sun Whorl, precisely like you." For an instant, Loris's face

was no longer attractive. "I'll leave that chunk there so you don't

forget it."

"I shan't," Maytera Marble promised. "It would be wise for you to

keep in mind that you're surrounded by thousands of well-armed

troops, Councillor. I suppose most people in my position would be

inclined to exaggerate their numbers, but I won't. I'll tell you the

truth, so you won't be able to say that you were deceived, or even

misled, afterward. There are two companies of Trivigaunti

pterotroopers, almost the entire Third Brigade of the Civil Guard,

and elements of the Fourth. I asked Generalissimo Oosik what he

meant by 'elements' and he said four floaters and the heavy

weapons company. Besides all those, there are about five thousand

of Maytera Mint's people, with more arriving from the city all the

time. They've heard that Patera Silk's in here, and they want to

charge the house. When I left, General Saba and Generalissimo

Oosik were afraid they might not be able to prevent them without

using Guardsmen and creating more friction."

"Fight now?" Oreb inquired.

Smiling, Maytera Marble turned to Silk. "That's the bird I saw

hopping into your kitchen when Doctor Crane was treating you,

isn't? Later on my glass, and on your shoulder like that in the

garden. I knew I'd seen him before.

"No, little bird, no fighting. Not now, or not yet. But Generalissimo

Oosik told me quite frankly that if there's no way to stop

Maytera Mint's insurgents from attacking short of firing on them,

he'll stand back and let them do it. You see, I confided to the

children that your master was in here. They seem to have told a

great many other people before we left the city, so the whole thing's

my fault. I feel very badly indeed about that, and I'm trying to make

amends."

Blood added, "But she won't say who told her. Or have you

changed your mind about that, Mama?"

"Certainly not. I gave my word."

Loris, who had been leaning against the mantel, left it to stand in

front of Maytera Marble. "This little conference has already run too

long. Allow me to tell you what we want, Maytera. Then you can go

back out there and repeat it to the Trivigauntis and Mint's five

thousand rioters, if there are actually that many, which I am

ungentlemanly enough to doubt. Our position is not negotiable.

You accept our terms or we'll kill these prisoners, Silk included, and

crush the rebellion."

Incus stood again. "You have _no_ authority--"

Potto's fist striking Incus's cheek sounded almost as loud as the

breaking of the bookend.

"So, we've come to that." Maytera Marble smoothed the black

skirt covering her metal thighs. "It will be needlers and knives next,

no doubt."

Silk said, "I warn you, Councillor Potto, not to do that again."

"Or you'll break my neck?" Potto's smile was that of a fat boy

contemplating a stolen pie. "Beat little butcher, big butcher bark?

We've had some games of strength already. If you've forgotten

them, I can teach you the rules again."

Incus spat blood. "The just _gods_ avenge the wrongs of _augurs_. A

doom..."

Potto lifted his hand, and Incus fell silent.

"No hit," Oreb suggested.

"The gods may or may not," Silk murmured. "I don't know, and if

I were forced to choose, I'd probably say that they did nothing of

the sort."

Loris applauded with a sardonic smile; a half-second too late,

Potto joined him.

Abruptly Silk's voice dominated the room. "The law does,

however. Maytera told you how many troops Generalissimo Oosik

has, saying--very fairly and reasonably, I thought--that she didn't

want you to feel you'd been tricked when all this is over. You should

have listened more carefully."

"Tell 'em!" Xiphias put in.

"I'm attempting to." Silk nodded, mostly (it appeared) to himself.

"Because it will be over soon. There will be a trial, and you,

Councillor Potto, and you, Councillor Loris, will hear Maytera,

Chenille, Master Xiphias, and Patera Incus testify to what they saw

and heard--and felt, as well--to a judge who will no longer be afraid

of you."

Potto giggled and glanced at Loris. "Is this what they picked to

replace us?"

Surprising everyone, Blood said, "Yeah, I didn't get it at first, but

I'm starting to."

Maytera Marble told Potto, "All human things wear out and must

be replaced eventually, Councillor."

"Not me!"

"I'd think you'd welcome it. How long have you toiled, worrying

and planning, for our ungrateful city? Fifty years? Sixty?"

"Longer!" Potto dropped into a gilt settee.

Silk inquired, "Councillor, do you--not the authentic Potto down

in your underwater boat, but you yourself to whom I speak--recall

the Short Sun Whorl? Councillor Loris implied that marble could be

quarried there. I don't know anything about antiques, but I've

heard that it is a stone that's never found in its natural state in our

whorl."

"I'm not that old."

Loris snapped, "I was about to outline our demands. I'd like to get

on with it."

Maytera Marble left her chair to stand beside Silk. "Do, Councillor,

please."

"As I said, they're not negotiable. The following five conditions

embody them, and we're prepared to accept nothing less." Loris

fished a square of paper from an inner pocket and unfolded it with a

snap.

"First, Silk must declare publicly, without reservation, that he is

not and has never been calde, that Viron has none, and that the

Ayuntamiento alone is its sole governing body."

To bring peace I'll be happy to, Silk told him; and only when he

had completed the final word realized that he had not spoken aloud.

"Second, there must be no new election of councillors. Vacant