“I can do that,” I said.
“If you get lucky.”
“Shut up.”
I asked him, “How does it work from there?”
“They grant the petition, look at the evidence of a Jhereg assassin, find reasonable grounds that the prosecution was from a private conspiracy rather than cause of justice—what?”
“Nothing. An involuntary noise. Go on.”
“And when they’ve established that, they dismiss the charges.”
“What about the Imperial investigation part? I mean, the real charges?”
“I have no control over that, and if there is one, as I said, I’d be the wrong advocate to handle it.”
I nodded. “All right. So my part is simple—stop the assassin in such a way that it’s known he was an assassin.”
“When will this happen?”
I checked the time with the Orb. “Four to six hours from now.”
“Oh! Well, if you’ll pardon me then, I need to get these petitions drafted.”
I nodded and got out of there.
“Boss, how are you going to identify the assassin, much less prove what he is?”
“That isn’t what I’m worried about, Loiosh. I’m worried about how to stop the Imperial investigation.”
“Why stop it? Will they really convict Aliera just for killing a few Teckla?”
“If we’re lucky, we’ll find out,” I said.
Iorich
16
To assert that final responsibility for actions taken by Imperial Representatives rests with the Empress is to state a truism without substance. In this case in particular the discoveries of this committee show that the problem is, above all, that Imperial policies are carried out by human beings, who are necessarily flawed. While incidents such as this are regrettable, the facts do not support blanket condemnations of Imperial policies with regard to rebellion, much less the Empire itself. Rather, incidents such as this must be accepted as in some measure unavoidable.
However, there are, in the opinion of this committee, certain steps which can be taken to minimize the frequency and severity of such events, which steps are listed in Appendix 27.
The big question was whether I had enough time to set everything up: I only had a couple of hours left until the meeting, and if this was going to work, I had to arrive early to try to convince them to let me attend, and to watch everyone arrive in hopes of spotting the dzur among the norska.
The same sergeant was working in the Dragon Wing. He did not look pleased to see me.
“Same thing,” I said. “If you would be so kind as to inform the Lord Morrolan that I wish to see him, and add that it is urgent.”
He scowled but agreed.
“And,” I said. “If I might trouble you for an additional ser -vice, please have someone find the Warlord and tell her the following: Vlad has a way out. I’ll be waiting in that same room I was in before, if that is acceptable.”
Then I wandered for a bit until I found an errand-runner, parted with a few coins, and arranged for a message to be delivered, fast, to a certain innkeeper in a certain hostelry not far from Malak Circle, near where I used to work.
Then I found the room where I’d waited before, and waited again, drumming my fingers on the arm of the chair and hoping everyone would arrive in time.
Norathar was the first to arrive. She entered without clapping and said, “What is it?” without even sitting down.
“I’ll tell you when the others are here,” I said.
“What others?”
“Just friends.”
She sat down facing me, looking like she wanted to read my plan on my face. If it were that easy to do, I’d have no trouble identifying the assassin.
A few minutes later, there was a clap, and Morrolan entered. He looked at me, looked at Norathar, and said, “Well?”
“We’re still waiting,” I said.
“For?”
“The others,” I said, just to be contrary and because turning Morrolan’s bait is always fun.
He rolled his eyes and sat next to Norathar. Daymar was there within about a minute. He looked around the room curiously, as if he hadn’t realized the Dragon Wing had places to sit. The others, it seemed, didn’t know quite what to make of him. Well, neither did I, for that matter.
A few minutes later, there was a soft but firm clap, and Kiera entered; she was the one I’d been most worried about reaching, so I relaxed a bit. “Just one more,” I said.
“Who is that?” asked Kragar.
I stared at him. He smiled sweetly and said, “Ah, glorious vengeance,” and smirked. I felt better seeing that the others, including Kiera, were also startled. I did not give Kragar the satisfaction of asking when he’d arrived. I just said, “We’re all here now.”
“Good,” said Norathar. “Get on with it.”
I outlined the situation as I understood it, except that I made it sound gloomier than it was so it would be more dramatic when I announced that I had a way out. It would have worked better if they didn’t know me so well. Kiera smiled a little, Morrolan stared off into space, and Norathar said, “Get on with it” again.
So I did, making it as clear as possible, and only glossing over the part where I had some doubts I could pull it off. I should have known better. “Vlad,” said Kiera. “How are you going to identify the assassin?”
“I have some ideas on that,” I said.
Norathar said, “He’s going to brandish a knife and see who reacts as if he knows what he’s doing.” That hurt, because I had been considering that.
“There are problems with that,” I said.
“Yes. Like, if no one reacts right. Or if more than one do.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Now, Kiera—”
“Hmmm?”
I glanced at Norathar. “Uh, no rudeness intended, Norathar, but in your official capacity, you don’t want to hear this. I’ll whisper.”
She rolled her eyes, and I stood up, leaned over to Kiera, and whispered.
She listened, then said, “Sounds easy enough.”
Yeah, I’m sure it was, for any thief good enough to steal the mustache off an Easterner’s face. But I just nodded to her and sat down again.
Kragar said, “You never mentioned what I’m supposed to do.”
“Keep the Jhereg off-balance while we do the other stuff. We don’t want them interfering until Aliera is out, with papers with a big Imperial seal on them saying the matter is over.”
“Oh,” he said. “Any idea how?”
“Yes. Find the Imperial Representative, and keep her occupied.”
“Just how am I going to do that, when I can be interrupted at any time?”
“Kragar, meet Daymar.”
“We’ve met,” said Kragar. Daymar, it seemed, missed the inflection in Kragar’s voice, and just nodded.
“What’s my part?” asked Daymar.
“Dress up as a Jhereg, go with Kragar, and make sure the Jhereg representative can’t get any psychic messages. And doesn’t know it.”
“Dress up like a Jhereg?”
“Yes.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
He paused. Then, “All right.”
“Good.”
“What about sending?”