Osirah and her brother Rodh had to raise their voices into the outraged clamor as they told how the Hansa Chairman had kidnapped Jorah, seized his warliner and Ildiran crew, and tried to coerce him into recanting his support for the Confederation.
They isolated him, Rodh said, his voice shaking with horror at the cruelty. They cut off the Mage-Imperator from any contact withthism. He has been alone, star systems away from the nearest Ildiran.
How could anyone survive that? Chief Scribe Kosh said.
Through us. Osirah let herself show a small smile. He might have survived alone, but he was getting weak. Now he has our help and strength. We will not let him give up.
Also, Rodh said, we know how to find him now. The human military commander is returning him to Earths Moon.
Zannh and Yazrah wanted to launch an immediate attack against the Hansa, but Daroh reminded them that the Solar Navy did not have the strength, equipment, or manpower to engage in such battles. Though many warliners remained safely in position at the edge of the Ildiran system, they could not tackle the entire human military.
Tal Onh said in a quiet voice, Rusah wants nothing more than to find the Mage-Imperator. Even if we brought Jorah here, the faeros would gladly destroy him. Perhaps he is safer where he is.
Then what do we do? Kosh said.
Now that we know the Mage-Imperator is alive, I will hear no more nonsense about the ascension ceremony, Daroh said. If he can survive his ordeal, then we can survive ours.
Adar Zannh squared his shoulders. We have learned one other thing. The Mage-Imperator cannot help us from where he is. We are on our own.
41
Sarein
Working in Queen Estarras devastated greenhouse was somehow therapeutic for Sarein. Her sister had loved this conservatory, where shed planted and tended representative Theron flora to remind her of home. But Basil had ordered everything killed. Out of spite.
Only a few of the flower beds still held shriveled brown plants; the rest were bare dirt. Sarein had set flats of small flowers, seedlings, and dwarf fruit trees on the edges of the planters. She hadnt been able to get any new Theron plants, though she still kept a few in her own quarters, but these would have pleased Estarra, nonetheless. Sarein went about her work with quiet determination, getting her fingers dirty, planting what she could. She remembered too many times when shed been unable to intercede in Basils decisions, to prevent him from going to extremes.
When the guard escort brought Nira into the conservatory, Sarein pushed aside all her qualms. The female green priest remained in the Whisper Palace pending the return of the Mage-Imperator in another day or so. At least Basil had allowed that. By now, Nira must be frantic with worry about Jorah, but Sarein had no way to allay her fears. She could, however, do something else.
From the doorway, Nira spoke in a sharp voice. Replanting a few flowers and shrubs wont atone for the destruction thats been done.
Sarein drew a long, slow breath. Im doing what I can. A lot of us are. She picked up a small cluster of geraniums and pushed a hole in the dirt to plant them. Its a very delicate process, and you dont always see what happens behind the scenes.
Nira remained aloof. Did you know Theroc was attacked by the faeros? I found out through telink on the night of the coronation.
Sarein recoiled. Why didnt you tell me? If Theroc was in trouble, they should have called us to help! As she spoke, Sarein knew how foolish it sounded. Even she could never have convinced Basil to dothat.
Nira gave her a withering look. King Peter didnt think the Hansa would offer assistance. Think of it your own sisters couldnt call upon you for aid. To me, that speaks volumes.
Ignoring the insult, Sarein concentrated on the real concern. Is the attack over? Did the worldforest survive? How much damage?
The verdani fought off the faeros with the assistance of green priests, Roamers, wentals, and even Admiral Williss former EDF battleships. They all fought to defend the treeseveryone but the Hansa. Your brother Beneto was also there. Hes dead now.
Sarein stiffened. His treeship?
He burned fighting the faeros. Niras voice held condemnation. And where wereyou during all this? As the official Theron ambassador, shouldnt you have been involved in this crisis? Arent you supposed to have the best interests ofTheroc at heart? You replaced Ambassador Otema. What would she have done?
Stung, Sarein could not stop herself from lashing out. Otema was murdered by the Ildirans. You were her apprentice, yet not only do you willingly remain with them, but you became the lover of their leader.Just as I became Basils lover. You and I are not so different. Loyalties change as circumstances change, and we dont always have freedom to take the purely noble course of action.
Right and wrong dont change.
They stared at each other for a long moment. When Sarein looked into the other womans eyes, she saw strength there, along with the scars from countless rugged wounds. Even before Basil released the story to the Hansa newsnets, Sarein had heard about some of the nightmares that had fundamentally changed Nira from the bright-eyed young green priest Sarein had met in her younger days on Theroc. But if Nira could survive and retain her strength and her humanity after all shed been through, then surely Sarein could.
Why did you bring me here? Nira remained distant.
Sarein looked over at the guards and dismissed them. We wish to talk in private.
The royal guards seemed uneasy, but she remembered one of the men as a close companion to Captain McCammon. She gave a slight nod, hoping he was the ally she expected. The guard gestured to the others. Lets give Ambassador Sarein a few moments. The Chairman would want us to follow her instructions. They stepped into the hall outside the conservatory.
Sarein led a suspicious Nira around some of the planters toward a thicket of dry twigs that had once been a dense flowering bush, now brown and partially uprooted. Here they were blocked from view. When Sarein brought out a small potted treeling, Niras eyes lit up.
Sarein said, Ive been cut off from my mother and father and sisters for so long. All I ask is that you send word. Tell Estarra that I wish her well. Has she delivered her baby yet? And Celli tell my littlest sister that I miss her. Is it true that shes taking the green herself? And my parents.
Nira narrowed her eyes. Why should I trust you?