Downing and Visser exchanged confirmatory nods.
“Logical,” Durniak whispered. “As the most senior member state after the Dornaani, the Ktor are probably their closest technological rivals.”
And therefore, Caine thought, even more likely to be the ones behind the Arat Kur obstreperousness. But why? Well, we’ll circle back toward that later-“When was the Accord established?”
“Approximately seven thousand years ago.”
The quiet in the gallery was absolute. Caine couldn’t be sure, but it seemed as though some were holding their breath.
“Are the Dornaani the architects of the Accord?”
“For the most part, yes.”
Huh? “There were other architects?”
“Not at the time of the Accord’s formal institution seven thousand years ago. But the spirit and structure of the accords was borrowed from the founders of an earlier, analogous organization.”
Just how far back are we talking about? But first things first: “Have there been other members of the Accord?”
“No.”
“How long have the Dornaani served as the Custodians?”
“Approximately seven thousand years.”
Whoa. “So you have always been the Custodians?”
“Yes.”
Hmmmm…“Have other member states expressed interest in becoming the Custodians?”
“I am not allowed to say: it would imply the official actions or attitudes of other member states, not the Custodians. However, I may say this: the Dornaani are interested in identifying another species that would be willing to serve as Custodians.”
I could interpret that about twenty different ways-and I don’t have the time now to even ask about one. “Have the Custodians ever had to intervene in wars waged between species of the Accord?”
“No-not since the accords were established.”
Well, that was either a big slip-or a big hint. “So, the Dornaani were-at some time over seven thousand years ago-involved in a war against one of the species that is now a member state of the Accord?”
“We may not answer; your question concerns events that predate the Accord. Consequently, you are inquiring into the history of different species, not the Custodians.”
“My apologies for overstepping. It was unintentional.”
“Your apology is noted and appreciated, but unnecessary: it was plain that the question arose from eagerness, not guile.” A pause, a slight rotation of Alnduul’s mouth. “My entire delegation notes your deductive-inventiveness-with interest, Caine Riordan.”
Thanks for the pat on the head; next you’ll be giving me a cookie-“Have Dornaani Custodians ever landed on any of our planets?”
“Yes.”
Now, let’s find out who else has been poking around our backyard. “Have Ktoran Custodians ever landed on any of our planets?”
The pause was marked. “They have received no such orders or authorization, and we have received no such reports.”
Hmm-not a “yes,” but not a “no,” either. “Has a species ever been considered for membership which ultimately did not become a member?”
“No.”
“So the Custodians know of no races other than the ones that are presently in the Accord?”
Alnduul’s fingers fluttered. “There is historical record of other races. However, there has been no official contact with them-if they still exist-since the institution of the Accord. Therefore, knowledge pertaining to these races is the province of those species which have retained records of their contacts with these other species.”
Tell your non-Custodian Dornaani pals to expect a tidal wave of questions on that topic. And now, the key question-“Other than the Custodial report to the Accord, is there any condition under which it would have been legal for the Custodians to share information about Earth with any member state?”
“Absolutely not.” Ah hah. “Even the Dornaani Collective is not allowed such information, despite the fact that it is the member state charged with Custodianship.” Alnduul’s lids half-closed. “We trust that this answer provides additional context to several of the inquiries that were addressed to your delegation earlier today.”
Visser smiled. “Ja, he has confirmed that the Arat Kur have obtained information illegally.”
Wasserman snorted. “He all but winked.”
Caine wondered how much time they had left before the other member states relayed their responses to the twenty questions. No time to waste. “Why was Earth not contacted prior to, or shortly after, our entry into the 70 Ophiuchi system?”
Alnduul’s thumbs opened downward, longer fingers waving listlessly, fitfully. “The Custodians’ Human Oversight Group received conflicting field reports regarding your interstellar expansion. This resulted in a very late first report to the Accord, which then debated-for two years-over delaying your hearing in order to combine it with that of the Hkh’Rkh. By that time, your race had not only visited but commenced the settling of 70 Ophiuchi. I cannot say more without revealing-” Alnduul held up his hand in what seemed to be a universal “stop” gesture. “The member states have all submitted their responses to your questions. We must consider your inquiry of the Custodians to be ended. I have also been asked to inform you that the Dornaani member state has been pleased to answer all your questions in detail.”
— Well, no surprises there-
“Now please open your channels to the other member states.”
Caine nodded at Thandla. Wise-Speech and the green and yellow quatrefoils returned.
Alnduul spread his arms. “The delegates of the member states will now respond to the inquiries of the delegation from Earth.”
Wise-Speech managed to produce a tone at once apologetic and sympathetic. “The Ktor delegation welcomes the keen human interest in our species. Indeed, their questions are so far-ranging and pregnant with greater implications, that we cannot answer them in the sterile format necessitated by these proceedings.”
Damn: strike one-
“We would welcome an opportunity for more expansive, less rigidly structured discussions.”
“‘Let’s talk over drinks.’” Wasserman’s paraphrase even got a smile out of Visser.
Vishnaaswii’ah began a moment later. “The Slaasriithi also feel that, given the diverse questions posed by the human delegation, we would prefer not to proceed until their species has a more complete concept of us.”
God damn; strike two-
“Accordingly, we shall send our response in the form of a primer, used to associate our very young with our history, our language, our planet, our polity.”
Wasserman rolled his eyes: “See Dick run. Run, Dick, run.”
“This primer,” continued Vishnaaswii’ah, “and the supplemental materials, are an excellent foundation from which to develop further lines of inquiry. We hope you are not offended that we offer this in place of direct answers to your inquiries.”
Caine raised his voice over Wasserman’s sardonic guffaw. “We will look forward to receiving your primer, Vishnaaswii’ah. And we take no offense: we are thankful that you took it upon yourself to furnish us with what you feel is the best and most helpful first exposure to your race.”
“And our thanks for your patience and gracious response. I think, upon close consideration, you will find the text and the supplementary materials quite-illuminating.”
Caine looked around the gallery; Elena was the only other one who had apparently noted the faintly stilted diction of the last comment. She looked at him, eyebrow raised: “Why mention the supplementary materials twice? Why mention them at all?”
He nodded. “And why emphasize that they would be ‘quite illuminating’ upon ‘close consideration’? That sounded like a surreptitious prompt, to me.”