Where in hell was Barb?
And he could not afford to have his thinking distracted by any personal question.
Machigi showed up in the doorway, with an older man of some presence. Bren gave the correct bow, noting that the standard attendance of two bodyguards per notable provided Machigi and his guest with four, collectivelyc not as if they weren’t in the middle of an armed camp and a hostile city to boot.
“My minister of affairs,” Machigi said pleasantly. “Lord Gediri.”
“Lord Gediri.” A second bow, just before they sat down.
And thereafter they had the rules of a formal dinner, which confined conversation to the weather—“One noted a large mass of cloud off the west coast¡K”—and the surroundings—“We are all quite amazedby those notable porcelains in the outer hall, nandiin. Are they local?”—and the dinner—“One is exceedingly grateful for the special fish offering, nandi. One finds it excellent.”
To which: “If we poison our guests we prefer it to be deliberate, nand’ paidhi.” Machigi and the minister were having sauce with theirs, but the simple, grilled preparation was a pleasant surprise.
There was simple brandied fruit, besides, a safe item. Bread, which was safe if one dodged the pickle. Ilisidi would have taken to that dish in a moment.
It was still best to eat slowly and be alert for effects. But there were none.
Machigi maintained, over all, a pleasant tone to the affair. There was absolutely no mention of businessc and they came down to the traditional after-dinner brandy, in the adjacent sitting-room, across the hall from the marvelous porcelainsc still with bodyguards in attendance.
“Thank you, nadi,” Bren said to the servant, and saluted Machigi and his minister with a slightly lifted glass. “A very pleasant evening, on very short notice. One is quite grateful for such a kind reception.” He had said not a word about a missing Guildswoman delivered to his quarters. Now he did. “Thank you, too, for returning the young woman. Might one ask a further favor?”
Machigi lifted a brow ever so slightly. Perhaps he was expecting a request involving Barb.
“There is a young man,” Bren said, “who may be making his way into your district, injured though he is. This is the young woman’s partner. If your forces do happen to encounter him, one would be very grateful for his safe return.”
“How many people doyou have wandering Taisigi land at present, nand’ paidhi?”
He smiled. “Only those two.” And turned sober. “One apologizes for their intrusion. It is embarrassing, under the circumstances.”
“Not at the dowager’s orders?”
“No, nandi. They have been tracking Barb-daja. Whose whereabouts is a side issue, and notin my orders from the dowager.”
“Orders which originated afteryou took down the Maschi lord.”
“Temporally, yes, nandi. But not stemming from that action. My orders originated after actions at Najida brought down a Guild investigation. Hence her surmise, and her proposal.” A nod of respect. “And whether or not she is correct in her assignment of blame elsewhere in the Marid, I have seen enough to suggest she is absolutely correct in her assessment of your worth as an ally, nandi. If some of your subordinates, like mine, have exceeded orders, that is, so far as my judgment, irrelevant to the central point of the matter. You area man of consequence. It would be to her detriment and yours to let fall so convenientan alliance.”
Machigi looked at his minister, and looked back again, head tilted. “Convenient.”
“Convenient, nandi. Your rule over the Marid becomes an asset to all associated powers. And the advantages available in that alliance are far more than any you would cede in the process.”
“Allowing Edi piracy to operate unchecked.”
“No. That will be another consequence of negotiations now underway. A strong Marid and a strong association on the coast can be better neighbors than that, considering the dowager’s potential influence with both. Even the aiji in Shejidan will be behind you in your rights on the shipping lanes, I can state that. Realistically, there may be some resistence to this on both sides. We both know that. But less and less, as both districts become sure of their benefits.”
“We are naval powers. We do notaccept armed ships in our waters.”
“The dowager has no interest in the whereabouts of your ships. Your interests in that matter have no possible point of contact. Nor does shehave a navy. I would be beyond my instructions to recall that there isone decent harbor in the East, never more than a fishing village. But it is a broad bay. A far sail, for the Marid. But who knows, for the future?”
Machigi was silent for a moment, then looked briefly at his minister, and back to Bren, saying nothing, but thinking. Clearly thinking.
It was the way atevi association worked. A network of alliances, each dictating the relationship to other networks. Alliance to a power so remote, so generally landlocked, so tied to a neighbor’s network—
Could it be of advantage to Machigi?
Would it provoke others in Machigi’slocal associations?
“We have reason to talk,” Machigi said, “nand’ paidhi. I do not say paidhi-aiji. You arespeaking for another power at present.”
“Yes. In this, I am. I am not in conflict, in doing so. If I am mistaken, I may end up resident at Malguri with the aiji-dowager. But I do not think I am mistaken in this, nandi.”
“You have a certain reputation,” Machigi said, “as dispassionate. I see it is justified.”
Dispassionate. That was an odd assessment. But, he supposed, being immune to certain atevi emotions, or picking them up only in theory, intellectually—he could seem dispassionate, by some standards. Certainly he had no territorialhistory.
“I am fascinated,” Machigi said further, “by your accent. Less Padi Valley, more of the classic South.”
Southern. It could be analyzed that wayc recalling that the South had been preeminent in the classic period, and that thatwas the origin of the South’s refusal to bow to the Padi Valley-based Ragi as leaders of the aishidi’tat. He bowed in acknowledgment of what was actually a compliment, with the southern conservatives. “My aishid’s accent,” he said, “is more southern. One is certainly aware of the ancient and honorable traditions of this region.”
“I find myself continually amazed that that accent comes out of your mouth. And you do not stumble over kabiu.”
“One is gratified by your notice, nandi.” Yet another bow.
“We shall speak in the morning, nand’ paidhi. Sleep soundly tonight, upon the thought that the dowager is a very wise woman.”
Did Machigi mean the dowager was right? That Machigi wasbeing challenged?
“Nandi.” He rose, and despite the brandy, despite the fact the pain of bruised ribs had settled to a certain level and stayed there—it didn’t stay there when he got up. It was with the utmost effort he kept his breathing even and his voice level—he feared his face had gone pale. “One is very grateful for your hospitality.”
One of Machigi’s guards received Machigi’s signal and opened the door. He left, with Banichi and Jago close by him, and the first of Machigi’s men, and another, proceeding outward, escorted them to the stairs.
He wasn’t sure he could climb those steps. It wasn’t poisoning, he was relatively sure of that. It wasn’t the brandy. He’d been moderate with that. He set his hand on the bannister and paused at the bottom.