"I'm trying to find Ian."
"I don't know where he'd be just now," said Padma. "Around Gebel Nahar somewhere - but saying that's not much help."
"Not at the size of this establishment," I nodded toward the door he had just shut.
"It's getting rather late, isn't it," I asked, "for Amanda to hope to turn up some sort of legal solution?"
"Not necessarily." The outer office we were standing in had its own window wall, and next to that window wall were several of the heavily overstuffed armchairs that were a common article of furniture in the place. "Why don't we sit down there? If he comes in from the corridor, he's got to go through this office, and if he comes out on the terrace of this level, we can see him through the window."
We went over and took chairs.
"It's not exact, actually, to say that there's a legal way of handling this situation that Amanda's looking for. I thought you understood that?"
"Her work is something I don't know a thing about," I told him. "It's a specialty that grew up as we got more and more aware that the people we were making contracts with might have different meanings for the same words, and different notions of implied obligations, than we had. So we've developed people like Amanda, who steep themselves in the differences of attitude and idea we might run into, in the splinter cultures we deal with."
"I know," he said.
"Yes, of course you would, wouldn't you?"
"Not inevitably," he said. "It happens that as an Outbond, I wrestle with pretty much the same sort of problems that Amanda does. My work is with people who aren't Exotics, and my responsibility most of the time is to make sure we understand them - and they us. That's why I say what we have here goes for beyond legal matters."
"For example?" I found myself suddenly curious.
"You might get a better word picture if you said what Amanda is searching for is a social solution to the situation."
"I see," I said. "This morning Ian talked about Amanda saying that there always was a solution, but the problem here was to find it in so short a time. Did I hear that correctly - that there's always a solution to a tangle like this?"
"There's always any number of solutions," Padma said. "The problem is to find the one you'd prefer - or maybe just the one you'd accept. Human situations, being human-made, are always mutable at human hands, if you can get to them with the proper pressures before they happen. Once they happen, of course, they become history - "
He smiled at me.
" - And history, so far at least, is something we aren't able to change. But changing what's about to happen simply requires getting to the base of the forces involved in time, with the right sort of pressures exerted in the right directions. What takes time is identifying the forces, finding what pressures are possible and where to apply them."
"And we don't have time."
His smile went.
"No. In fact, you don't."
I looked squarely at him.
"In that case, shouldn't you be thinking of leaving, yourself?" I said. "According to what I gather about these Naharese, once they overrun this place, they're liable to kill anyone they come across here. Aren't you too valuable to Mara to get your throat cut by some battle-drunk soldier?"
"I'd like to think so," he said. "But you see, from our point of view, what's happening here has importances that go entirely beyond the local, or even the planetary situation. Ontogenetics identifies certain individuals as possibly being particularly influential on the history of their time. Ontogenetics, of course, can be wrong - it's been wrong before this. But we think the value of studying such people as closely as possible at certain times is important enough to take priority over everything else."
"Historically influential? Do you mean William?" I said. "Who else - not the Conde? Someone in the revolutionary camp?"
Padma shook his head.
"If we tagged certain individuals publicly as being influential men and women of their historic time, we would only prejudice their actions and the actions of the people who knew them and muddle our own conclusions about them - even if we could be sure that ontogenetics had read their importance rightly; and we can't be sure."
"You don't get out of it that easily," I said. "The fact you're physically here probably means that the individuals you're watching are right here in Gebel Nahar. I can't believe it's the Conde. His day is over, no matter how things go. That leaves the rest of us. Michael's a possibility, but he's deliberately chosen to bury himself. I know I'm not someone to shape history. Amanda? Kensie and Ian?"
He looked at me a little sadly.
"All of you, one way or another, have a hand in shaping history. But who shapes it largely, and who only a little is something I can't tell you. As I say, ontogenetics isn't that sure. As to whom I may be watching, I watch everyone."
It was a gentle, but impenetrable, shield he opposed me with. I let the matter go. I glanced out the window, but there was no sign of Ian.
"Maybe you can explain how Amanda, or you go about looking for a solution," I said.
"As I said, it's a matter of looking for the base of the existing forces at work - "
"The ranchers - and William?"
He nodded.
"Particularly William - since he's the prime mover. To get the results he wants, William or anyone else has to set up a structure of cause and effect, operating through individuals. So, for anyone else to control the forces already set to work, and bend them to different results, it's necessary to find where William's structure is vulnerable to cross-pressures and arrange for those to operate - again through individuals."
"And Amanda hasn't found a weak point yet?"
"Of course she has. Several." He frowned at me, but with a touch of humor. "I don't have any objection to telling you all this. You don't need to draw me with leading questions."
"Sorry," I said.
"It's all right. As I say, she's already found several. But none that can be implemented between now and sometime tomorrow, if the regiments attack Gebel Nahar then."
I had a strange sensation. As if a gate was slowly but inexorably being closed in my face.
"It seems to me," I said, "the easiest thing to change would be the position of the Conde. If he'd just agree to come to terms with the regiments, the whole thing would collapse."
"Obvious solutions are usually not the easiest," Padma said. "Stop and think. Why do you suppose the Conde would never change his mind?"
"He's a Naharese," I said. "More than that, he's honestly an hispanic. El honor forbids that he yield an inch to soldiers who were supposedly loyal to him and now are threatening to destroy him and everything he stands for."
"But tell me," said Padma, watching me. "Even if el honor was satisfied, would he want to treat with the rebels?"
I shook my head.
"No," I said. It was something I had recognized before this, but only with the back of my head. As I spoke to Padma now, it was like something emerging from the shadows to stand in the full light of day. "This is the great moment of his life. This is the chance for him to substantiate that paper title of his, to make it real. This way he can prove to himself he is a real aristocrat. He'd give his life - in fact, he can hardly wait to give his life - to win that."
There was a little silence.
"So you see," said Padma. "Go on, then. What other ways do you see a solution being found?"
"Ian and Kensie could void the contract and make the penalty payment. But they won't. Aside from the fact that no responsible officer from our world would risk giving the Dorsai the sort of bad name that could give, under these special circumstances, neither of those two brothers would abandon the Conde as long as he insisted on fighting. It's as impossible for a Dorsai to do that as it is for the Conde to play games with el honor. Like him, their whole life has been oriented against any such thing."