I’d only been in my study for a half-glass or so on Mardi morning when Gherard appeared at my door. “Maitre Dyana would like you to join her and Maitre Dhelyn in her study, sir.” The young imager smiled politely.
“Maitre Dhelyn? From the Collegium at Westisle?”
“Yes, sir. He arrived a quint ago.”
I rose. The odds were that Dhelyn was less than pleased, and I had a good idea why. “Then we’d best go and meet with him.”
The door to her study was open, and that told me that my suspicions were correct. Dyana didn’t have to nod for me to close it. She did stand, briefly, before she gestured to the chairs before her desk. “Rhennthyl, you know of Maitre Dhelyn.”
Dhelyn nodded but did not stand.
“That I do.” I inclined my head politely, and took the seat opposite the other end of the desk so that there was an empty chair between us.
“Now…Maitre Dhelyn,” Dyana said pleasantly, “you were saying?”
“Rhennthyl, I suspect you know why I am here.” Dhelyn had one of those smooth and deep voices, soothing and just short of boring, the kind that could lull you into complacency before he undercut you.
“Perhaps you should tell me. I’d rather not make assumptions based on suspicions.”
The faintest trace of a smile creased Maitre Dyana’s face, but she said nothing.
Dhelyn smiled politely. “Very well, I will. While it is doubtless a waste of time, at this point a few more moments will make little difference.” He paused. “Last Jeudi, some thirty imagers from here boarded a Navy fast frigate in Westisle. In less than four glasses, the ship steamed out of the harbor. Within several glasses of its departure, I received a number of inquiries. As you well know, I could not offer an explanation. My ignorance did not help the Collegium, nor the position of imagers. I do believe, with the exception of Maitre Dyana and Maitre Jhulian, I am the most senior imager in the Collegium, and I was informed of nothing. I would very much appreciate an explanation, and I came to request one from Maitre Dyana. She informed me that it would be best if both of you were here.”
I’d thought of being conciliatory, but the arrogance beneath his smooth tone put me off, and I wanted to squash him. That wouldn’t help matters. So I smiled before saying a word. “My dear Dhelyn, I understand the position in which our actions may have placed you, and I’m deeply sorry that you felt blindsided. The situation which all Solidar faces, however, requires a drastic solution, and the greatest secrecy. Even now, the exact details of the plan we are implementing are known to exactly two people. Even Maitre Dyana does not know all the details. Nor does Sea-Marshal Valeun. Now…why do we need such secrecy? First, are you aware that the Ferrans are perilously close to breaking our blockade, if not destroying a large portion of the northern fleet? Second, because of the damage inflicted by Ferran agents on the engine works in Ferravyl, there is no way that Solidar will be able even to begin to build any replacement vessels for a year, if not more. Third, Ferran agents were behind the series of explosions that took place all across Solidar, as well as behind the murder of Chief Councilor Suyrien and the near-assassination of acting Chief Counselor Glendyl. Fourth, the Stakanarans have unofficially allied themselves with the Ferrans and are the ones behind the growth and distribution of the stronger elveweed that has killed thousands of users in the past few months.”
“I understand all of that, but urgency is no excuse for not informing one of the most senior imagers of the greater Collegium,” protested Dhelyn.
“Indeed,” I agreed, “urgency itself is not. But the greater the number of people who know the details of the operation, the greater the possibility that the Ferrans will find out its nature and take steps against it. I can tell you that, once the operation is concluded, for better or worse, and it is extremely risky, you will be informed, and you will be among the first to know.”
“I cannot believe you are telling me this.” Dhelyn turned to face Maitre Dyana. “You are letting him ignore long-standing tradition and seniority.”
“Maitre Dhelyn,” replied Dyana calmly, “as Maitre, I am responsible first and foremost for the safety of the Collegium. If Ferrum is not stopped, and soon, there will be no land anywhere on Terahnar where imagers are safe. This attempt to stop Ferrum requires secrecy. I have not pressed Maitre Rhennthyl for details.” She smiled politely. “If I, as Maitre, do not need to know those details, I trust you can accept that you do not need to know them either.”
“You would trust his word on something such as this, what ever ‘this’ is?”
“No. I do not trust his word. I trust him. He has been the recipient of more attacks than any senior imager in generations, with the possible exception of Maitre Dichartyn, and his acts have always benefited the Collegium. He has also earned the Collegium much respect in his years as a common Civic Patroller and as a Patrol Captain.”
Maitre Dyana was stretching matters a trace in saying I’d been a common patroller, although I had walked the rounds with common patrollers and just like one, but I was getting the feeling she didn’t like Dhelyn much better than I did.
“Still, Maitre…I must protest…”
“Maitre Dhelyn, you have every right to protest, and I have heard your protest.” She smiled. “I do deeply appreciate your concern for the rules and the need to stick by them, and I think you would serve the greater Collegium even better if you took charge of the Collegium at Mont D’Glace. Matters there of late have been lax, and I’m certain that-”
Dhelyn twitched, and I could sense that he was about to image.
I clamped full shields around him, not to hurt him and giving him a full yard on each side, but to restrict any attack. Where he stood was suddenly a pillar of ice two yards across. I dropped the shields and a gout of steam a yard wide flared into the plaster ceiling overhead, removing the plaster all the way down to the laths beneath. A shower of whitish and grayish dust and fragments spray-sifted down into the chamber. When the steam cleared, there were fine dark water droplets everywhere, but nothing more of Maitre Dhelyn, except a sour-bitter odor that permeated everything.
Maitre Dyana shook her head.
“Was I wrong to shield him?”
“No. You were kinder than I would have been. If he had not tried to attack, nothing would have happened to him. In effect, he destroyed himself. We will, of course, have to report this to the full gathering of masters. Dichartyn brought him here years ago to warn him, and he held his peace.” She walked to the window and forced it full open, ignoring the gust of chill but fresh air that surged into the study.
“Until Maitre Poincaryt and Maitre Dichartyn were gone.”
“He always believed he should be Maitre of the Collegium. He was more interested in what he thought he deserved than what he could do for the Collegium and for Solidar.”
“Who will take over there?”
“We don’t have to decide yet. It would be better not to for a time, until matters settle.”
“Until we discover whether Dartazn is successful?”
“He’s likely to succeed, but the cost is another matter. Few of those junior imagers are anywhere near as capable as either of you. How many do you think we’ll lose?”
“We could lose three out of four,” I admitted. “I’d be relieved if we only lost one in three.” Not happy, but relieved.
“Valeun won’t be happy to lose three out of four gunboats, or even one of three.”
“Better the gunboats than the entire fleet, which will happen if we don’t succeed.”
“He’ll still blame you and the Collegium.”
“We’ll have to see how that turns out as well,” I pointed out.
“Indeed. Is there anything else I should know?”
“Not at the moment. I’m still trying to track down some loose ends. I met with Artois yesterday. Strong elveweed use is up in the hellhole and Sixth District, but not anywhere else…so far. There haven’t been any more explosions or Ferran agents found, but there’s been a rash of high quality lead-tin counterfeit silvers. He asked me about imaging. I pointed out why that didn’t make sense. He seemed satisfied.”