Besides bringing up a kid for a few yearsletting her into that intense privacy, hosting birthday parties and putting up with Nelly and two junior Security traineeswhile writing these things that never appeared, only grew and grew.
Strange man, she thought, objective about Denys for the first time in her life. Willing to take on Giraud's replicateoh, yes. Beyond any doubt. And facing Giraud's death withnot quite grief: a sense of impending catastrophe.
No difficult question at all why Denys had been so willing to take her in, why he had thrown all Reseune into turmoil to recover Ariane Emory's abilities for Reseune: Denys was brilliant, Denys had the old problem with Alphasthat lack of checks, lack of boundaries, that floating-in-black-space problem, that meant no minds to bounce off, no walls to return the echo. Denys was brilliant, and quite eetee and self-defensive: and incapable, perhaps, of believing his work was finishedhence the perpetual adjustments. A mind working on a macro-system that only kept widening ... a perfectionist, with the need to be definitive.
No need of people at all. Just a student of them.
And facing deathGiraud's and his ownwith incredulity. Denys was the center of his own universe, Giraud his willing satellite, and of course Denys was interested in psychogenesis, Denys was so damned interested he had almost lost his balance with her, Denys wanted immortality, even without personal continuanceand she had only to hold out the promise: if Giraud was essential to the universewho more than Denys?
She turned, set the cup on the edge of the table, and started, expecting the person behind her to be Florian, about to take the cup; but it was Justin; and she was chagrined in that half-second, at being that on-edge, and at being caught being foolish.
He took her hand, said: "I think I remember how," and offered the other hand.
She stared at him, thinking: How much has he had? and lifted her hand to his, fingers locked in fingers, the two of them moving out onto the floor to an older, slower number. He had been drinking, probably no few drinks, but he moved with some grace, surely as aware as she was of the fact other dancers broke step to gawk at them, that the music wobbled and recovered.
He smiled at her. "Ari never danced. But her dinners were always good for a week of office gossip."
"What in hell are you trying to do?"
"What I'm doing. What you didwith Florianand young Amy. Good for you. Good for you, Ari Emory. Damned right. I thoughta little social rehabtwice in a nightfiguring you have a sense of humor"
Other dancers were in motion, recovering their graces. And Justin's smile was thin, deliberately held.
"You're not in some kind of trouble, are you?"
"No. Just thinkingI've lost a big piece of my lifestaying inconspicuous. What the hell. Why not?"
She caught a glimpse of Denys' chair, near the door. Vacant.
And thought: God. Where are the edges of this thing?
The music finished. People applauded. She stared a second at Justin, a second that felt all too long and public.
I've made a serious mistake.
Cover it, for God's sake, it's like the Amy/Quentin thing, people will take it that way with cue enough
She walked with Justin hand-in-hand from the floor, straight for Catlin. "Here's the one to teach you the new steps. She's really amazing. Catlin, show Justin, will you?"
As the band started up again, and Catlin smiled, took Justin by the hand and took him back to the floor.
Grantwas over by the wall, watching, with worry evident.
"Florian," she said, "go ask Grant what the hell Justin's up to."
"Yes, sera," Florian said, and went.
Denys was gone from the room. So was Seely.
Justin's linked himself with mepublicly. Not that everyone didn't know. But that I let it gothat, they'll gossip about.
She looked to the floor, where Justin made a brave and even marginally successful attempt to take up on Catlin. And to the corner of the room, where Florian and Grant were in urgent converse.
Denyswalked out.
Florian came back before the end of the dance. "Grant says: it's CIT craziness. I had no notion of this. Grant asked your help but he says if he intervenes it may be public and tense. He says Justin's been on an emotional bent ever since he and Grant went back to their own residencyGrant says he's willing to speak to you about it, but then he said: Sera intervened: ask sera if this is the result of it."
Ari frowned. "Dammit."
"Maddy," Florian said.
Which was a better idea than she had, fluxed as she was. "Maddy," she said. "Go." Dammit, dammit! He's pushing, damned if this is innocent. Denys was here, the whole Family watching
She took a deep breath. No more easy course. He's no kid. Denys isn't. Now they're not dealing with me as a kid either, are they? Grant thinks this is an emotional trip or that's what Justin's told Grant to say.
Damn, I should haul him in for a question-and-answer on this little tricky damn, I should.
And he'd never trust me, never be the same Justin, would he?
Catlin and Justin were leaving the floor. Maddy Strassen moved in with Maddy's own peculiar grace, said something to Catlin and appropriated Justin's arm, walking him over to the refreshments while the band took a break; and 'Stasi Ramirez was moving in from the other side.
Thank God.
She drew quieter breaths, sure that Denys had his spies in the room, people who would report to him exactly the way things went.
Like Petros Ivanov.
Which could only help, at this point.
Grantstayed as unobtrusive as Grant's red-haired elegance could ever be, over in a corner of the room, having a bit of cake and a cup of punch. And talking to young Melly Kennart, who was twelve. Completely innocent.
Maddy partnered Justin through two dances. Ari took the second one with Tommy Carnath, who was looking a little grim. "Patience," Ari said, "for God's sake, we've got a problem."
"He's the problem," Tommy said. "Ari, he's moving on you. Your uncle's mad."
If Tommy saw it, so did a lot of other people.
And nothing could cover it. All she could do was signal she was not responding to the overture.
Embarrass him and send him off? He was vulnerable as hell to that. Laying himself wide open to it. Betting his entire career and maybe his life on that move, and not stupid, no, no way that a man who had run the narrow course he had run all his life suddenly made a thorough break with pattern on a flight of emotion. No matter if he was drunk. No matter what. Justin had thought about what he was doing.
And put her on the spot. Support me in front of the whole Family or rebuff me. Now. I'll kill him. I'll kill him for this.
ix
"Ser Justin's here," Florian said, via the Minder, and Ari said, without looking up from her desk:
"Damn well about time. Bring him to the den. Him, not Grant."
"Grant's not with him," Florian said.
Florian had not let him in yet: the Minder always beeped in her general area to let her know when an outside access opened. It did then; and she waited to finish her note to the system before she stirred from her chair, told Base One log-off, and walked down the hall to the bar and the den.