Kruin cocked an eye at Jin. "Have you a response?"
"I'll be fine," Jin said stiffly. "I thank you for your offer, Daulo, but I don't need an escort."
"Are his arguments invalid?" Kruin persisted.
"Not necessarily," she admitted. "But the risks outbalance the benefits. Your family is well known here, and probably at least slightly known in Azras. Even with the disguise kit I've got in my pack, there's a good chance he'll be recognized by someone in the work party, or even by Radig Nardin or someone in
Mangus itself. At least as much chance, I'd guess, as that I'll be caught in an error." She hesitated; no, better not say it.
But Kruin saw through the hesitation. "And...?" he prompted.
Jin clenched her teeth. "And if there is trouble... I stand a much better chance of getting out alone than if Daulo is with me."
An instant later she wished she'd kept her mouth shut. Daulo sat up stiffly on his cushion, face darkening. "I don't need the protection of a woman," he bit out. "And I will go with you into Mangus."
And there was no longer any room for argument, Jin realized with a sinking heart. Logic was fine in its place; but when set against the emotions of threatened manhood, there was only one possible outcome. "In that case," she sighed, "I would be honored to have your company and protection."
It was only much later that it occurred to her that perhaps she'd been guilty of the same kind of nonrational thinking... that perhaps the very fact she'd forgotten something as basic to Qasama as the expanded male ego meant that she really did know too little about Qasama to tackle Mangus alone.
It wasn't a particularly encouraging thought.
Chapter 27
"I looked up what records we had this afternoon," Daulo's silhouette said from beside Jin, "and it looks like my father's guess was a little pessimistic. It should be only two to three days before Mangus asks Azras to organize a work party."
Jin nodded silently as they passed through the darkened courtyard toward the steady splash of the fountain. It was odd, she thought, how easily a place could start to feel familiar and comfortable. Too comfortable, maybe? she wondered with a twinge of uneasiness. Layn had warned them against losing the undercurrent of mild paranoia that every warrior in enemy territory ought to maintain, and she could remember thinking it incredible that anyone in such a position could possibly relax that much. Now, it seemed, she was doing just that.
Which made it all the more urgent she move on to Azras and Mangus as soon as possible.
"You're very quiet," Daulo said.
She pursed her lips. "Just thinking how peaceful it is here," she told. him.
"Milika in general; your house in particular. I almost wish I could stay."
He snorted gently. "Don't worry too much about it. If you lived here for a few months you'd quickly find out it's not the Eden you seem to think." He paused.
"So... what are your people likely to do if it turns out you were right? That
Mangus is a base for striking back at you?"
Jin shrugged. "It probably depends partly on what you do in that case."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Come on, Daulo Sammon, don't play innocent. If Mangus isn't a threat to Milika, you and your father have no reason to help me further. In fact, you have every reason to betray me."
His eyes grew hard. The Sammon family is a family of honor, Jasmine Moreau," he bit out. "We've sworn protection to you, and we'll stand by that bargain. No matter what."
She sighed. "I know. But we were... warned not to get overconfident."
"I understand," Daulo said quietly. "I'm afraid you'll just have to take my word for it."
"I know. But I don't have to like it."
In the darkness, his hand tentatively sought hers. It brought back memories of
Mander Sun... blinking back tears, she accepted the touch. "We didn't ask to be your enemies, Jin Moreau," Daulo said quietly. "We have enough to fight against right here on Qasama. And we've been fighting against them for long time.
Haven't we earned the right to some rest?"
She sighed. Thoughts of Caelian flashed through her mind... and thoughts of her father and uncle. "Yes. So has everyone else I know."
For a few minutes they continued to wander around the courtyard in silence, listening to the nighttime sounds of Milika beyond the house. "Is there a meaning to the name Jin?" Daulo asked suddenly. "Jasmine, I know, is an Old
Earth flower, but the only use of Jin I've ever heard is for the mythological spirit."
She felt a touch of heat in her cheeks. "It was a nickname my father gave me when I was young. He said-at least to me-that it was just a shortened version of
Jasmine." She licked her lips. "Maybe that's really all he meant it to be... but when I was about eight I found an old Dominion of Man magcard in the city library that listed several thousand common names and their meanings. Jin was given as an Old Japanese name that meant 'superexcellent.' "
"Indeed?" Daulo murmured. "A great compliment for your father to give you such a name."
"Maybe too great," Jin admitted. "The listing noted that it was rarely given, precisely because its meaning placed so great a demand on a child."
"And you've been trying to live up to it ever since?"
It was a thought that had often occurred to her. "I don't know. It's possible, I suppose. I remember that for weeks afterward I felt like everyone was looking expectantly at me, waiting for me to do something superexcellent."
"And so here you are on Qasama. Still trying."
She swallowed through a throat that suddenly ached. "I guess so. Or at least trying to make my father proud of me."
It was a long moment before Daulo spoke again. "I understand, perhaps more than you realize. Our families are not so different, Jin Moreau."
A flicker of movement from one of the windows overhead caught Jin's eye, saving her from the need to find a good response to that. "Someone's in your father's office," she said, pointing.
Daulo stiffened, then relaxed. "One of our people-a messenger. Probably bringing
Mayor Capparis's reply to my father's message this morning."
"Let's go find out," Jin said, changing direction back toward the door. Beside her, Daulo seemed to draw back. "If that would be all right with you," she added quickly.
The extra tension vanished as male pride was apparently assuaged. "Certainly.
Come with me."
Alone with Jin, Daulo had lost track of time a bit, and it was with mixed embarrassment and guilt that he led her down the empty corridors toward his father's office. Most of the household had retired to their chambers by now, and the corridors echoed oddly to their footsteps as they walked. I should have returned her to her rooms half an hour ago, he thought, hoping the heat rising to his cheeks wasn't visible. Father will probably be angry with me. For a moment he searched for an excuse to give Jin for changing his mind and getting her upstairs instead, but nothing occurred to him that didn't sound limp or contrived.
The guard at Kruin Sammon's door made the sign of respect as they approached.
"Master Sammon," he said. "How may I serve you?"
"The messenger who came to my father-is he still within?" Daulo asked.
"No, he left a moment ago. Do you wish to speak to him?"
Daulo shook his head. "No, I seek to speak to my father."
The guard nodded again and turned to the intercom box. "Master Sammon: Daulo
Sammon and Jasmine Alventin are here to see you." An inaudible reply and the other nodded. "You may enter," he said as the door's lock clicked open.
Kruin Sammon was seated at his desk, a stylus in his hand and an oddly intense look on his face. "What is it, my son?" he asked as Daulo closed the door.