That was true enough, I supposed. Preoccupied with our own internal squabblings, the UnEthHu generally ignored the alien races we came across except to get them involved in the arcane labyrinth of our commerce. "You weren't bothering anyone on Sagtt'a either," I pointed out. "Yet you have Kailth war platforms orbiting overhead."
"That is not the same," she insisted, shaking her head in exasperation. "The stations are there for our protection." She made a clicking sound in her throat.
"You choose not to see. But someday you will. Someday the Kailthaermil will prove their true intentions."
"Yes," I murmured. "I'm sure they will. Tell me, what were those warriors doing in the grove?"
"They have brought a new shipment to us," Tawni said, still sounding a little cross with me. "They will stay another few days before departing, and prefer to sleep outdoors."
Bivouac practice? "Why in the grove?"
She shrugged. "I am told they enjoy the scent of the flowers."
I stared at her. "You're kidding."
"Why should I be?" she countered, throwing a puzzled look up at me. "Can Kailthaermil not enjoy the small things of life as well as you or I?"
"I suppose so," I conceded. "It's just not something I would have pictured warriors doing."
"The Kailthaermil are not like other warriors," Tawni said. "Someday you will see."
We reached the volcano and went in through the crack in the cone... and for the second time that day I found myself stopping short in shock. There on the wall shelves, where a few weeks ago there had been only eight calices, were now nearly fifty of the sculptures. "Tawni—those calices," I said stupidly, pointing at them. "Where did they come from?"
"That is what the Kailthaermil brought," she said, as if it was obvious.
"They believe this volcano to have unusually good curing characteristics. They have decided to test this by bringing calices here from other artisan colonies."
"I see," I said, getting my feet moving again. "You've never told me how long the curing process takes."
"They will cure for fifteen days," she said. "When they are done, the Kailthaermil will bring more in. They say the complete test will require a hundred days and three hundred calices."
"I see," I said, gazing uneasily at the glittering sculptures. Three hundred calices, suddenly and conveniently moved here to a minor border world.
A border world which the Dynad and Convocation just happened to be paying virtually no attention to. Coincidence? Or could the Kailth plan be further along than Devaro realized?
"Will you choose your three calices now?" Tawni asked as I hesitated. "Or shall we spend a pleasant evening together first, and a night of sleep with the others, and you may choose in the morning?"
With an effort, I shook off the sense of dread. If the Kailth were planning these calices for a prelude to invasion...
But what difference could a single night make? Besides, it occurred to me that if Devaro proved the calices were weapons, this would likely be my last trip back here.
My last chance to see Tawni.
"Morning will be soon enough," I told her, turning us around again. "Let's go back." In the morning I selected my three calices, wearing gloves while handling them as Devaro had instructed, and in a flurry of good-byes and farewell hugs I left Quibsh.
Devaro was grimly pleased with my report and his new prizes. "Three hundred of them, you say," he commented, gazing at the three calices lined up on his desk.
"Interesting. Did any of the other verlorens seem upset that Tawnikakalina told you about that?"
"I didn't hear her mention it to anyone," I said. "I know I didn't say anything.
But don't forget the Kailth themselves sent me to the volcano to pick out your gifts."
"Waving the red flag under our noses," Devaro grunted, running a gloved finger thoughtfully along one of the metal strands in the middle calix. "Or else Tawnikakalina and the Kailth both assumed you were sufficiently under your own calix's influence that they could do or say anything in your presence without you noticing."
I shifted my shoulders uncomfortably beneath my jacket. In Tawni's presence I couldn't think of her as a threat. In Devaro's, I couldn't seem to think of her as anything but. "Could they have been right?" I asked. "Could the calix have made me forget something significant?"
"If so, it won't be forgotten for long," Devaro said. "I've scheduled you for another brainscan for tomorrow morning. If there are any suppressed memories from the trip, they'll dig them out."
"A brainscan can do that?" I asked uneasily. That wasn't what they'd told us about brainscans in Institute bio class.
"Of course," Devaro said. "We can pull out strong or recent memories, personality tendencies—everything that makes you who you are. That's why it's called complete." He lifted an eyebrow sardonically. "Why, is there something about this last trip to Quibsh you don't want me knowing about?"
"Well, no, of course not," I said, suddenly feeling even more uncomfortable.
My conversations with Tawni—and the more private times with her—all of that was going to be accessible to them? "It's just that—I mean—"
"This is war, Markand," he said coldly, cutting off my fumbling protest. "Or it will be soon enough. I don't know what you did with Tawnikakalina out there, and I don't especially care. All that matters is the defense of the UnEthHu."
"I understand, sir," I said, feeling abashed. "And I didn't do anything with her. What I mean is—"
"That's all for now," he cut me off again. "Be in the examination room at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, ready to go."
And I was dismissed. "Yes, sir," I murmured.
He was gazing thoughtfully at the three calices as I left the room. The brainscan the next morning was just as unpleasant as the first one had been.
So was the next one, a week later, and the one the week after that.
Devaro had me into his office after each test to talk about the results. But as I think back on those conversations, I realize that he never really told me very much about what the doctors had learned. Nor did he say anything about the parallel tests they were performing on my calix. I assumed they were taking more of the five-micron core samples he'd mentioned, but I wasn't able to see any marks on the calix and he never actually said for sure.
Gradually, my life settled into a steady if somewhat monotonous routine. I worked in Devaro's outer office during the day, sifting reports and compiling data for him like the junior aide that I was. Evenings were spent alone at my apartment, giving myself over to the calix and letting it do whatever it was doing to me. Oddly enough, though I'd expected to feel a certain trepidation as I handled the sculpture, that didn't happen. It still soothed me when I was tense or depressed, invigorated me when I felt listless, and generally felt more like a friend than anyone I'd yet come across in Zurich.
And late at night, in bed, I would gaze at the lights flickering across the ceiling and think about Tawni and her village. Wondering endlessly how such an open and friendly people could be doing all this.
But there was never any answer. And the night after my sixth brainscan I finally realized that there never would be. Not as long as I was trying to solve the puzzle with my own limited knowledge and experience. What I needed was more information, or a fresh perspective.
And once I realized that, I knew there was only one place I could go.
I called Devaro's chief of staff the next morning and, pleading illness, arranged to take two days off. An hour after that, I was on the magtrans heading south.
And three hours after that I was walking into the Ponte Empyreal in Rome. The heart, soul, and organizational center of the Church. They left me waiting in an anteroom of the inner sanctorum while word of my errand was taken inside. I sat there for nearly an hour, wondering if they were ignoring me or just drawing lots among the junior clerics to see which of them would have to come out and talk to me.