“I could not refuse the order of my master to assassinate your brother. It was a contract, and it was binding. To strike such blood required the highest of our own order, not a lowly initiate or brother. Only a master should slay one of the royal line, and then only by the blade.”
It was such a ridiculous lie, and yet he could see that Yasim almost believed him.
“Why my family tolerates you, Hazin, has been an open question of late. Many say that your order should be destroyed while there is still time.”
“Would Your Highness desire such?”
Yasim looked over at him warily.
“There are fifty million of our race in your empire,” Hazin announced dryly. “Another twenty million or more human slaves. Did you ever wonder how many of them might be of the Order?”
“It is a question of regular debate,” Yasim replied. Hazin smiled. “I can assure you that if you struck tonight, if all the other cults joined you, if you could keep it a secret and fall upon all our temples in one blinding flash, still thousands would survive, and you know what they would do.”
“Are you threatening me?” Yasim asked quietly, looking over the rim of his goblet as he took another sip of his drink.
“Is it not the other way around, Your Highness?” Hazin replied coolly.
Yasim turned away. “What of this encounter that was reported to me?”
“Which encounter, Your Highness? There have been so many these last few days.”
“This ship you destroyed while fleeing the battle.”
Hazin laughed. “Majesty, I did not flee. When your brother met his gallant demise in the explosion that destroyed his flagship,” and he smiled, “I was blown overboard and rescued by a frigate. The ship I was on flew the colors of the Blue Banner. To linger while your fleet closed would have been foolish bravado.” To reply with the official story regarding Hanaga’s death amused him and clearly frustrated Yasim.
“Foolish bravado, Hazin. Something you were never noted for.”
“Those with bravado rarely live. Let my initiates show such traits. It is expected of them, not of me.”
“You avoid the question, though. Tell me of the human ship. They were of these rebellious humans, the envoy to the Bantag reports.”
“Who told you?”
Now it was Yasim’s turn to laugh.
So someone within his ranks was in the pay of the emperor. Why would he tell me? Why would he betray one of his own? Was it an offering of some kind?
“Actually, the ship was inconsequential,” Hazin stated, turning the goblet in his hand so that the gems caught the lamplight and flickered.
“Oh, really? I would not call a force that destroyed three of the northern Hordes to be inconsequential.”
“The ship is what I was referring to, not what it represents.”
“The ship, then.”
“It was primitive, what little we could see of it in the dark. Heavily reliant on sail, though it was under steam when we met it.”
“Its guns?”
“One hit only. The damage to our aft turret was minimal. It barely penetrated the turret’s armor, and that was at less than a thousand paces. The size of it was about the same as our frigate.”
“Do they have anything larger?”
Does he know we sent spies? Hazin wondered. The operation had been very secretive.
“I doubt it, Your Highness. This is the third vessel like this that has been taken, nothing bigger. I believe it is all they can produce.”
Yasim walked over to his desk, an ornate affair in the style of Subuta, which had enjoyed a resurgence ever since the Emperor Hanaga had expressed interest in the school. Yasim produced a bound report bearing the imperial seal and held it up.
“These are the reports from the minister of ambassadors. I assume your spies already have obtained a copy.”
Hazin smiled and said nothing. Half the ministers of court gave copies to his order before they even reached the hands of the emperor, at the start for payment, but after a while out of fear of what would happen if they ever stopped.
“According to what we have learned from the Bantag, this human rebellion in the north started with half a thousand who came through a Portal,” Yasim said while casually leafing through the pages.
“Within two years they fielded an army, and not just an army, but with it the creation of steam-powered machinery to manufacture weapons and support their effort. The Tugars were defeated, followed by the Merki and finally the Bantag, each of them stronger and more advanced than the last.
“The Bantag developed steam machinery as well, the art of it learned from the captives taken by the Merki and traded. By the end of the war both sides had flyers, land cruisers, iron ships, rapid-fire guns, telegraphs, all of these things unknown to the northern world only twenty years before.”
Hazin nodded as if this information actually was anything new.
“We have been too preoccupied, Hazin, with our own affairs.”
“When the fire is in your kitchen, Your Highness, one does not think of what his neighbor is cooking.”
“Do you think these humans have control of a Portal?” The question caught Hazin off guard, but he quickly recovered. Did they in fact control such a thing and the emperor knew it?
“I doubt it.”
“Why?”
“Because if they did, they would be far more advanced. No one can control a Portal. It is beyond us and will remain beyond us for generations to come.”
The emperor looked at him with a crafty smile. “The dream of your order, isn’t it? If they had a Portal, you would already be there and controlling it.”
Hazin’s features remained impassive. Again, he wondered who was the traitor in his ranks. A Portal was the holy of holies of his order; the path to power, the path to the stars. It was the legendary Kalinvala, who had come through a gate more than two hundred years ago, who had transformed the Kazan from ignorance to all that they now had, and who had founded his order. Finding a Portal was the ultimate goal that he had established for them, shrouded in religious mysticism in order to control the ignorant.
“You know that the leader of the Bantag, the one called their Qar Qarth, came through a Portal.” As he spoke, the emperor nodded toward the report.
Again Hazin was silent. Of course he knew. Did this one take him for a fool? And the Qar Qarth was ignorant of how it worked or why he had come here. The information he had of his world was useful enough, it was the same world as Kalinvala’s, though far more advanced across the hundreds of years, but unlike Kalinvala, the Qar Qarth had little technical knowledge, only general information, though the information was intriguing enough, especially when it came to a weapon that could annihilate entire cities. To obtain such a thing would be a dream.
“So what do you advise regarding this human rebellion, this nation they call the Republic?” the emperor asked.
Hazin shifted, looking back out over the city so that the emperor could not see him smile. “Crush it.”
“Why? They are no threat. We’ve endured twenty years of war for control of this throne, and it is finished. Other issues here are far more pressing. In five years, ten, perhaps then.”
Issues here, Hazin thought. Such as turning on my order. “In ten years they might be the ones coming to dictate terms to us,” Hazin replied. “Realize as well that their existence has been kept a secret even from our own people. If word ever got back to our slaves of the success of the human rebellion in the north, it could be a threat.”
“The Shiv perhaps. Might they rebel against you?” Hazin laughed. “They are of my order and incorruptible.”
It was the emperor who now laughed. “No one is incorruptible, Hazin. You most of all know that.”
“The Shiv exist because of us, and they know it.”