"Until yesterday," Denys said, "when you decided to handle a situation yourself. When you exacerbated a situationand decided to handle it... by handing her a major key. That is an intervention, you're an operator, you knew exactly what you were doing, and I want you to lay that out for me in plain wordsconsciously and subconsciously."
"Why should I?" His heart was slamming against his ribs. "Duplication of effort, isn't it? Why don't we just go over to Security and save us all time and trouble?"
"You're asking for a probe."
"No. I'm not. But that's never stopped you."
"Let's have a little calm, son."
Jordan. Oh, God.
He means me to think about that.
"Answer the question," Giraud said.
"I did it to save my neck. Because she's a damned dangerous enemy. Because she could as well blow up in your direction. What in hell else was charged enough to knock her back and make her reassess?"
"That's a tolerably acceptable answer," Denys said. Confusing him. He waited for the redirect and the flank attack. "The question iswhat do you think you've induced? Where is your intervention going? What's her state of mind right now?"
"I hope to God," he said, his voice out of control, "I hope to Godit's going to make her careful."
"And sympathetic?"
"Careful would do."
"You're courting her, aren't you?"
"God, no!"
"Yes, you are. Not sexually, though I imagine you'll pay that if you have toif you can gain enough stability to handle the encounter. But you'd much rather avoid it. 'Hell hath no fury'? Something like that in your considerations? Politics may make strange bedfellows, but bedfellows make deadly politics."
"I just want to survive here."
"In her administration. Yes. Of course you do. Protect yourselfprotect Grant. The consequences of enmity with ushave only a few years to run, is that what you're thinking? A couple of old menweighed against the lifespan of a sixteen-year-old whose power ispossibly adequate to work for you if you could maneuver your way into her considerations. A very dangerous course. A very dangerous course, even for a man willing to sellwhat you were willing to sell her predecessor"
Temper. Temper is . . . only what he wants here.
" but then, your choices are limited."
"It doesn't take a probe," Giraud said, his deep voice quite gentle, "to know what your interests are. And the latest business on my deskI think you'll find quiteamusing in one sense. Alarming, in the other. The Paxersyou know, the people who blow up Novgorod subways, have decided to invoke your father's name"
"He hasn't a thing to do with it!"
"Of course not. Of course not. But the Novgorod police did find some interesting documentsnaming your father as a political martyr in their cause, stating that the new monstrosity in Reseune is a creation of the militarythat assassinating Ari and creating maximum chaos would lead to a Paxer government"
"That's crazy!"
"Of course it is. Of course your father knows nothing about it."
"He doesn't! My God, "
"I saidof course. Don't let it upset you. This has been going on for years. Oh, not the Paxers. They're comparatively new. All these organizations are interlocked. That's what makes them so difficult to track. That and the fact that the people that do the bombing are z-cases. Druggers and just general fools whose devotion to the cause involves letting themselves be partial-wiped by amateur operators. That kind of fools. I thought I should tell youthere are people in this world who don't care anything for their own lives, let alone a sixteen-year-old focus of their hostilities. And they're using your father's name in their literature. I'm sorry. I suppose it doesn't amuse you."
"No, ser." He was close to shivering. Giraud did that to him. Without drugs. Because in not very long, there would be, he knew that; and not all the skill in the world could prevent it. "I'm not amused. I know Jordan wouldn't be, if he heard about it, which he hasn't, unless you've told him."
"We've mentioned it to him. He asked us to say he's well. Looking forward, I imagine, to a change of regime in Defense. As we all are. Certainly. I just wanted to let you know the current state of things, since there are ramifications to the case that you might want to be aware of. That your father murdered Ariis not quite old news. It's entered into threats against her successor's life. And Ari will be aware of these things. We have to make her awarefor her own protection. Perhaps you and she can work it out in a civilized way. I hope so."
What is he doing? What is he trying to do?
What does he want from me?
Is he threatening Jordan?
"How does your father feel about Ari? Do you have any idea?"
"No, ser. I don't know. Not hostility. I don't think he would feel that."
"Perhaps you can find out. If this election goes right."
"If it does, ser. Maybe I can make a differencein how he feels."
"That's what we hope," Giraud said.
"I wouldn't, however," Denys said, "bring the matter up with Ari."
"No, ser."
"You're a valuable piece in this," Giraud said. "I'm sorryyou probably have very strong feelings about me. I'm used to them, of course, but I regret them all the same. I'm not your enemy; and you probably won't believe that. I don't even ask for commentnot taxing your politeness. This time I'm on your side, to the extent I wish you a very long life. And the committee is agreed: thirty-five is a little young for rejuvbut then, it seems to have no adverse effects"
"Thank you, no."
"It's not up for discussion. You have an appointment in hospital. You and Grant both."
"No!"
"The usual offer. Report on schedule or Security will see you do."
"There's no damn sense in my going on rejuvit's my decision, dammit!"
"That's the committee's decision. It's final. Certainly nothing you ought to be anxious about. Medical studies don't show any diminution of lifespan for early users"
"In the study they've got. There's no damn sense in this. Ari's on the shots, damn well sure she is"
"Absolutely."
"Then why in hell are you doing this?"
"Because you have value. And we care about you. You can go on over there. Or you can go the hard way and distress Grantwhich I'd rather not."
He drew a careful breath. "Do you mindif I go tell Grant myself? Half an hour. That's all."
"Perfectly reasonable. Go right ahead. Half an hour, forty-five minutes. They'll be expecting you."
xi
Another damned wait. Justin lay full-length on the table and stared at the ceiling, trying to put his mind in null, observing the pattern in the ceiling tiles, working out the repetitions.
Full body scan and hematology work-up, tracer doses shot into his bloodstream, more blood drawn. Dental checks. Respiration. Cardiac stress . . . you have a little hypertension, Wojkowski had said, and he had retorted: God, I wonder why.
Which Wojkowski did not think was amusing.
More things shot into his veins, more scans, more probings at private places and more sitting aboutlying down for long periods, while they tried to get him calm enough to get accurate readings.
I'm trying, he had said, the last time they had checked on him. I'm honestly trying. Do you think I like waiting around freezing to death?