Jase.
Clearly he was meant to react. He did, internally, and thought of options at his disposal to remove Tamun from among the living.
“Take him with you,” Tamun said. “Take him, take Mercheson, and their adherents. They’ve refused to live under the rules of this ship. You repeatedly claim you need their assistance in translation. You have it.”
“Jase,” Bren said calmly. He was rumpled and scraped and had a bloodstain on his sleeve; he might be unsteady on his feet, but he saw a signal to join him. The guards brought Mercheson out, similarly bedraggled; two older women, and a younger… Jase’s mother, Bren thought. He’d seen her in image.
All of them, exiled. All of them, turned over for shipment down on the next flight.
“Chances for dissent are few,” Tamun said, “except at stations. Our last port of call took away no few dissenters, but they had no luck. Let’s hope, Mr. Cameron, that this one fares better.”
“Let’s hope that my mail starts coming through,” Bren said. “Let’s hope that the power stays stable. Let’s hope I take this gift as an expression of your future will to have a working agreement and get our business underway. Where do the Mospheirans fit in this?”
Sore point. He’d thought so.
“You raise that question with Ms. Kroger,” Tamun said. “Next time let them send someone with power to negotiate.”
“Probably myself,” Bren said equably. “I’m a pragmatist, Captain Tamun. I deal where I have to, to my own advantage. I can use Jase; I’m sure I’ll find a use for other help.”
“You stay the hell out of our affairs!”
“You give me direct communication with the aiji and no damn censoring of my messages, Captain. Blocking out my messages won’t make me any more reasonably disposed.”
“Don’t push us.”
“The messages, and stable power to our section. We’ll be taking the adjacent rooms. We needthe space.”
“The shuttle will be on schedule,” Tamun said quietly, as quietly as he had been violent a moment before. “Be on it. Let’s see no more than scientific packages for a while, Mr. Cameron. We’ll honor agreements. This is the authority you’ll be dealing with. Accept it, and go do your job, whatever that is.”
“My mail.”
“Damn your mail, sir! You don’t make demands here!”
“You don’t make them down there. If you want anything transported, I need access to mail I know hasn’t been tampered with. You altered one of the aiji’s messages! That’s a capitalmatter in the aishidi’tat, sir, and you leave me to explain that to my government, which will be damned difficult, sir! If you want anycooperation out of me orthe mainland orthe island, you consider the mail flow sacrosanct! You’re verging on no deal at all.”
“Get out of here!”
There was the explosion point. “Jase. Yolanda. I take it these are your respective parents. Let’s go.”
He turned, gave a glance to Banichi, a signal, and Banichi moved with him, not without a harsh glance toward the captains, and Jago never budged from her position by the door until their whole party was out it, in company of the sullen old man who had guided them there.
Then she swung outside, hand on her sidearm.
“We’ll return to our apartments,” Bren said to their guide, and the old man led off.
There was a conspicuous presence of armed men down the hall as they walked, a presence that retreated down a side corridor when they came and that proved not to be in the side corridor when they passed.
Jase said not a word, seeming to have enough to do simply to keep himself on his feet, but doing it, walking with his hand on his mother’s arm. Yolanda walked with the two others, and Jago brought up the rear, not taking anything for granted.
Not a word, all the way back, and to their own doorway, which opened to receive them.
Narani hurried out to offer Jase his support. Bindanda took Yolanda in charge, with small bows to the relatives.
The door shut, walling out their guide; and Jase slid right through Narani’s grasp floorward, would have hit if Narani had not caught him a second time.
Bren offered his own arm, supported Jase’s head, and he was cognizant, half-out, as his mother attempted to intervene from the other side. “Sorry,” Jase said.
“Sorry, hell,” Bren said. “Narani-ji. Use my bed. Jase, where are you hurt?”
“Ribs. Slid down the damn ladder.”
“Damn. Damn. Don’t pull on him, Rani-ji. Broken ribs. Banichi?”
“Bandaging,” Banichi said, and gathered him up as if he were a child in arms.
“Ms. Graham,” Bren said, laying a hand on her shoulder. “Yolanda. I take it this is your mother and sister.”
“Yes.” Yolanda was righting reaction, vastly upset, but not letting go. “It’s Tamun that’s done this.”
“I’m fairly sure,” Bren said calmly. “Are you hurt?”
“I’ll live,” Yolanda said between her teeth. “My mother, my sister… This is Bren,” she said suddenly, as if there were no knowing.
“Ms. Mercheson. Olanthe, is it?”
“Yes, sir,” the girl said. She was in her early teens, thoroughly shaken, tear-tracks on her face. Eyes darted to the least movement of the atevi near her.
“These are myfamily,” he said to reassure her. “You’re completely safe with us. Come into the dining room, and we’ll get you something to drink. Fruit juice, Bindanda, if you would. This smaller one is a child.”
“One understands,” Bindanda said. “Yolanda-nandi, will you bring these good persons and come? Come. We will find you whatever comfort you ask.”
“I have a report to give!”
“You have them to settle,” Bren said. “Easy. We have time. God knows, we have time. You can talk to Bindanda. They can’t.”
“See to Jase,” she said, distracted, and went to direct Bindanda. Yolanda always tried to take charge. It was her way, but she worked, she tried with all that was in her. She’d refused to give up on the Mospheirans, and she’d helped Jase, that much he knew.
Tano and Algini were inside the security center, monitoring activity with fervent attention, learning what, he was not sure. Nojana had gone to help Banichi.
Jago was distressed and angry, and had nowhere to spend her temper.
“I do not consider this a reverse,” he said. “Only an obstacle. I need the additional rooms, nadi. Get Nojana, and go take them.”
“Yes,” Jago said fiercely, and went on that errand, braid swinging.
“It hurts,” Jase said, lying slightly propped. “I hit every rung for ten feet, and caught a platform edge.”
Bren could only imagine. It gave him chills. “Banichi says the ribs aren’t broken. Cracked, more than likely.”
“I couldn’t tell.”
“They didn’t hit you.”
Jase shook his head slightly. “Not except when I laid into one who had it coming. Releasing us is what they had to do. They could shoot Ramirez. They can’t hold a crew-wide bloodbath. Couldn’t attack my mother. That was their downfall. Women… women are damned near sacred, remember?”
The necessity of child-bearing. Continuance of the species. The Guild had set that priority and the women had fought it; and kept their job rights, Jase said, even if risks set the Guild’s teeth on edge. But you didn’t attack one. You outright didn’t attack one.
“Good job that’s so,” he said.
“Doesn’t help us, with me here, and her here,” Jase said morosely. “Getting rid of us and our next-ofs this way, nobody’s going to challenge them for what they’ve done. Give it three years and people won’t bring it up again. Maybe she could even come back, and she’d only be a nuisance.”