“However, this is all tangential to the main issue that motivates the Arat Kur objections to your dossier. I doubt they are truly concerned with the legitimacy of your government.”
“Oh? Then what are they concerned with?”
“Why, your expansion into 70 Ophiuchi, of course.”
Of course. “Tell me, Wise-Speech-of-Pseudopodia, doesn’t that last assertion of yours imply the location of another member state?”
“Surely, you have already deduced this yourselves. Consider: the Dornaani and the Hkh’Rkh have revealed their spheres of influence in their self-references. The Slaasriithi primer will no doubt do the same. And our seat of authority is quite distant, in the system you label 58 Eridani. Thus you know where all the races are-with the sole exception of the Arat Kur. So, when the matter of your entry into the 70 Ophiuchi system arises tomorrow, will you be surprised to find that it is the Arat Kur who raise the issue? Will you have any doubt whose border is threatened by that expansion?”
“You sound as though you are not very concerned by this issue.”
“The specific violation? No: why should we be? It is not our border. But as a general principle, the Ktor feel that the dictatorial ‘pathways of approved expansion’ are in urgent need of revision. If not elimination.”
Elimination? Here’s the reason behind the discord, rearing its ugly, Accord-splitting head at last.
Wasserman had shouldered into the front rank. “Why? Why eliminate the territorial restrictions?”
“I do not insist that they must be eliminated, but it is one possibility. At the very least, the process of adjudicating and adjusting the lists must be changed. The Arat Kur are also correct in insisting that the accords themselves must be revisited. We too often rely upon implicit understandings and vague precedents that only the Custodians may interpret or construe. This is unacceptable.”
“And if the Custodians resist these appeals for change?”
“Then we will be compelled to take our own counsel and act as we will.”
“You mean, ignore the permitted pathways of expansion?”
“Yes.”
Visser looked sideways at Downing, who was already staring at her. An unmistakable line was being drawn in the sand. Caine cleared his throat: “If you’re right about the Arat Kur-that their concern is to remedy our ‘unlawful’ intrusion into 70 Ophiuchi-then wouldn’t they support the accords? In short, wouldn’t they insist on leaving the current constraints unchanged?”
“An astute observation. For sake of argument-and only that-let us project the endgame of a confrontation between the powers that desire change and those which do not. Among those powers that you believe will support the status quo-the Dornaani, the Slaasriithi, and the Arat Kur-the Slaasriithi can be made to stand aside quite easily. They find combat singularly aversive. We would of course provide our allies-particularly a technologically adept race such as yourselves-with improvements in space technology that you could quickly copy. With these improvements, and with the Hkh’Rkh as your eager foot soldiers, you could swiftly defeat the Arat Kur while we defeat the Dornaani.”
“And what if the Slaasriithi-seeing the Arat Kur attacked and overrun-also take up arms in support of the current settlement limits of the Accord?”
“This should be of little worry to you. As you will learn soon enough, Arat Kur and Hkh’Rkh space completely separate your sphere from that of the Slaasriithi. So it would be the Hkh’Rkh alone who would be vulnerable to attacks from the Slaasriithi. In truth, the damage to them might well be considerable.”
“Which doesn’t seem to trouble you very much.”
Wise-Speech paused. “Let us speak frankly. The Hkh’Rkh would prove excellent wartime allies, but they are largely ungovernable. If attacked by the Slaasriithi, they would be glad for your assistance. I also suspect-although they would never admit it-that they would eventually look to you for leadership. Already, there is great promise for friendship between you.”
“Why do you say this?”
“Because I have observed your interactions this evening. And because you are both warlike species.”
The mild bluntness of Wise-Speech’s characterization of humanity was more unsettling than its content. Caine sought a contradiction: he felt a cool chill at the back of his skull when he realized that he wouldn’t find one because Wise-Speech was right.
The Ktor did not pause. “The Arat Kur and Slaasriithi would lose this hypothetical war because they are not warlike races. The Dornaani would not be able to intervene, because they would be too late to help the Arat Kur, and because they are at great remove from the Slaasriithi. Most importantly, they would be compelled to guard their borders against us-and we are far more numerous than they. So the outcome of this unnecessary war would be identical to the outcome of the peaceful dissent we propose. Foreseeing what we have outlined here, the Dornaani will ultimately agree to the desired changes. The price of peace-either on the battlefield or in the council chambers-will be that the Accord shall be recast in a more practical mold, a mold which better fits our shared vision of energetic expansion.”
“So you do not see war as inevitable?”
“We believe that the Arat Kur would withdraw their objections to human membership if they felt their borders were truly secure. Which would certainly be the case if the Arat Kur could be placated with assurances that you will expand away from their sphere. But that can only happen if the expansion limits are rescinded.”
“And the Hkh’Rkh?”
“The Hkh’Rkh can be made to observe the Arat Kur boundaries if we provide them with the shift-drive technology they need to open up their expansion sphere in directions that are currently inaccessible to them. With each member state free to pursue unrestricted expansion, we will all have tranquility and prosperity.”
“‘Peace in our time,’” Caine muttered.
“My apologies: I did not hear your words.”
“I did not mean them to be heard. My colleagues and I will need to discuss this.”
“Of course.” Wise-Speech began to wheel away, halted. “Naturally, we must have some indication of your interest before the Convocation resumes tomorrow. We will send a tight beam signal to you at the time you call midnight. If you return the signal, we shall know that you are interested in working with us to achieve a peaceful solution to these unfortunate frictions. I wish you a pleasant evening and thank you for your hospitality.” He rolled to the door, where, joined by his three compatriots, he took his leave.
The last of the guests-the Hkh’Rkh-offered a farewell salute to Trevor and followed the Ktor. As Trevor toward Caine, he grinned. “So, were you having fun with Mr. Water Heater?”
Caine grimaced. “Loads. And you?”
“The Hkh’Rkh sure don’t have a lot of variety in their conversation. Honor. Conquest. Family. More honor. Treachery and punishment. Honor. Tactics. Still more honor. Oh, and did I mention that they like to talk about honor?”
“We get the picture. Sounds like bushido on steroids.”
“Yup, just about. I’m heading back to the barn and relieving Opal. Try not to dance on the tables.”
“We’ll contain ourselves somehow.”
Thandla emerged from the main alcove as Trevor ducked around the corner. Hwang stared down at the deck. “Wise-Speech certainly made an interesting-and damning-slip.”
“What do you mean?”
“His reference to the sixth bloc initiative and Indonesia. The Ktor can’t have known that yet-not legally.”
Caine shook his head. “That was no slip.”
“What do you mean?”
Downing sipped his glass of water. “Caine means that Wise-Speech wanted us to realize that the Ktor are not only aware of the state of affairs on Earth, but are determined to get what they want, even if they have to break a few rules-or a few necks-to get it.”