Tallen appeared quickly, his person disordered, his face flushed. “Kont’ Raen,” he said.
“I’ve an azi,” she said, “who knows you. His name is Tom Mundy.”
Tallen started to speak, changed his mind. Whatever of sleep there was about him vanished.
“He’s not harmed,” she said. “Won’t be. But I want to know how long this has been going on, ser Tallen. I want an answer. How much and how many and how far?”
“I’ll meet with you.”
She shook her head. “Just a plain answer, ser. Monitored or not. How far has the net spread itself?”
“I have no desire to discuss this long-distance.”
“Shall I ask Mundy?”
Tallen’s face went stark. “You’ll do as you please, I imagine. The trade mission—”
“Is under Reach law, Kontrin law. I do as I please, yes. He’s safe for the moment. I’ll give him back to you, so you needn’t do anything rash. I merely advise you that you’ve done a very unwise thing, ser. Give me those numbers and I’ll do what I can to sort things out for you; you understand me. I can act where you can’t. I’m willing to do so…a matter of humanity. Give me the numbers”
Tallen broke contact.
She had feared so. She shook her head, swallowed down a stricture in her throat with a mouthful of cooling coffee, finally turned housecomp over to automatic.
She drank the rest of the coffee, grimacing at the taste, followed it with half a measure of liquor, and sat listening to the thunder.
“Sera,” Jim said, startling her. She glanced at the doorway.
“Go to bed,” she told him. “What about the azi downstairs? Settled?”
He nodded.
“Go on,” she said. “Go rest. You’ve done what you can.”
He was not willing to leave; he did so, and she listened as his footsteps went upstairs. She sat still a moment, listening to the hive-song, then rose and went downstairs, into the dark territory of the basement.
Majat-azi gathered about her. She bade them away, suffered with more patience the touch of Workers and Warriors. There was a door guarded by Warriors. She. opened it, and two guard-azi rose to their feet, from the chairs inside. The third huddled in the corner, on a mat of blankets.
“I’ve spoken with Tallen,” she said. “He’s very upset. Is there anything I can get for your comfort?”
A jerk of the head, refusal. He would not look at her face. They had taken the cords off him. There was the double guard to restrain him.
“You were a transport guard. Were you sensible enough to understand that what you’re seeing on this world is not the usual, that things have gone vastly amiss?”
Still he would say nothing, which in his place, was the wiser course.
She sank down, rested her arms across her knees, stared at him. “I’ll hazard a guess, ser 113-489-6798, that all you’ve done has been a failure: that Tallen would have known mehad it succeeded. You’ve scattered azi off this world, if at all, only to have the embargo stall them, if not here, on Pedra, on Jin. And do you know where they’ll be? In cases similar to your own. You entered that faculty when the depots were closed…about half a year ago. What do you think will become of those stalled there for years, as some are—two years already, for some? What do you think will come out of that? You think they’ll be sane? I doubt it. And how many azi have a to transmission of messages via intercomp? None, ser. You’ve thrown men away. Like yourself.”
Eyes fixed on hers, hollow, in a shaven skull. Thin hands clasped knees against his chest. Ire would never, she thought, be the man he would have been. Youth, cast away in such a venture. More than one of them. He might break. Most would, if majat asked the questions. But she much doubted that he knew anything beyond himself.
“Majat,” she said, “killed the azi you replaced. Was that a hazard, running the depots?”
“They’re all over,” he said hoarsely. “Farms—armed camps for fear of them.”
Cold settled on her at that. She nodded. “Ever see them in the open?”
“Once. Far across the fields. We drove out of it, fast as we could.”
“What do you suppose they would do?”
“There’d been trucks lost. They’d find the trucks. Nothing else.”
She nodded slowly. “It fits, ser Mundy. It does fit. Thank You. Rest now. Get some sleep. You’ll not be bothered. And I’ll get you back to Tallen in one piece if you’ll stay in this room. Please don’t try my guards. A scratch from a majat is deadly as a bite. But they won’t come into this room.”
She rose, left, walked out among the Warriors. The door closed behind her. She singled out one of the larger ones, touched it, soothed it. “Warrior, many azi, many, in blue. hive? Weapons?”
“Yes.”
“The hives have taken azi, taken food?”
There was a working of mandibles, a little disturbance at this question. “Take, yesss. Red-hive takes, goldss take, greens take, blue-hive, yessss. Store much, much. Mother says take, keep, prevent other-hives.”
“Warrior, has blue-hive killed humans?”
“No. Take azi. Keep.”
“Many azi.”
“Many,” Warrior agreed.
v
Jim sat on the bed, massaged his temples, tried to still the pounding in his skull. Never panic; never panic. Stop. Think. Thinking Is good service. It is good to serve well.
He seldom recalled the tapes verbatim. The thoughts were simply there, inwoven. This night he remembered, and struggled to remember. He was unbearably tired. Strange sights, everything strange—he trembled with the burden of it.
The other Kontrin had gone, that at least, away around the world; but the majat would not go, nor this flood of azi. He remained unique: he sensed this, clung to it.
He had here, and the others did not. He had this room, this place he shared with her, and the others did not.
He rose finally, and went through all the appropriate actions, born-man motions, for although the Jewelhad rigid rules about cleanliness, there had been no facilities such as these, even in upper decks. He showered, coated himself liberally with soap, once, twice, three times…in sheer enjoyment of the fragrance, so unlike the bitter detergent that had come automatically through the azi-deck system, stinging eyes and noses. He worked very hard at his personal appearance: he understood it for duty to her, to match all these fine things she had, the use of which she gave him; and shewas the measure of all the wide world through which she drew him. He had seen rich men, powerful men, in absolute terror of her; and majat who feared her and majat who obeyed her; and another Kontrin who treated her carefully; and he himself was closest to her, an importance as heady as wine. On the ship he had been terrified by the reaction of others to her; he had not known how it would be to live on the other side of it, shielded within it.
He was inthe house, and others were not. He had seen new things, the details of which were still a muddle to him, most even without words to call them or recall them, without comparisons to which to join them, only some that her tapes had given him. He had been with her in places far more important than even those powerful rich men had been, that society which drifted through the salon of the Jewel, offering snippets of their lives to his confused inspection, a stream dark before and dark after. He had gone out, into that unimaginable width in which born-men lived, and shewas there, so that he was never lost.
He had stood back over the pens, which he had half-forgotten, as all that time before the Jewelwas confused in his memory, hard to touch from the present, for it had been go empty, so void of detail. Today he had looked down, as he had looked down in earlier times, and known that he was not on his way back from exercise, to return again to the pens and the half-world of the tapes breathing through his mind. This time he had come to look, and to walk away again, at herback, until the stink purged itself into clean air and light. There was no fear of that place again, forever.