"AH this has something to do with his vision?"
"The old laws of the Oversold. Wheels for anything other than gears or toys are forbidden. Sacrilege. Abomination. Do you realize that horsewagons have been known about for thousands and thousands of years and nobody has ever built any?"
"Till now," said Issib.
"Maybe there was a good reason," said Nafai.
"The reason was superstition, that was the reason," said Elemak, "but now .we have a chance to build two hundred horsewagons with Potokgavan paying for it and providing us with the designs, and the price Gaballufix has negotiated is high enough that we can build two hundred more for ourselves."
"Why don't the Potoku build their own wagons?"
"They're coming here on boats," said Elemak. "Instead of building the wagons in Potokgavan and then floating them all the way, they'll simply send their soldiers and have the wagons waiting for them here."
"Why here ?"
"Because here is where they're going to draw the line. The Gorayni go no farther, or they face the wrath of the Potoku. Don't try to understand it, Nafai, it's men's business."
"It sounds to me like Father would be right to try to block this just on general principles," said Nafai. "I mean, if they find out we're building horsewagons for the Potoku, won't that just make the Gorayni send an army here to stop us?"
"They won't know until it's too late."
"Why won't they know? Is Basilica so good at keeping secrets?"
"Even if they know, Nyef, the Potoku will be here to stop them from trying to punish us."
"But if the Potoku weren't coming, and therefore we weren't making wagons for them, there'd be nothing for the Gorayni to punish us for ."
Elemak lowered his head to the table, making a show of his despair at trying to explain anything to Nafai.
"The world is changing," said Issib. "We're used to wars being local quarrels. But the Gorayni have changed it. They're conquering other countries that never did them any harm."
Elemak picked up the explanation. "Someday they'd reach us, with or without the Potoku here to protect us. Personally, I prefer letting the Potoku do the fighting."
"I can't believe all this has been going on and nobody's even talking about it in the city," said Nafai. "I really don't have my ears plugged with mud, and I haven't heard anything about us building wagons for Potokgavan."
Elemak shook his head. "It's a secret. Or it was, till Father brought it up before the entire clan council."
"You mean somebody was doing this and the clan council didn't even know?"
"It was a secret? said Elemak. "How many times do I have to say it?"
"So somebody was going to do this thing in the name of Basilica and the Palwashantu clan, and nobody in the clan council or the city council was going to be consulted about it?"
Issib laughed ruefully. "When you put it that way, it sounds pretty strange, doesn't it."
"It doesn't sound strange at all," said Elemak. "I can see that you're already with Roptat's party."
"Who's Roptat?"
Issib answered, "He's a Palwashantu, Elya's age is all, who's been using this war talk to build up his reputation as a prophet. Not like Father, he doesn't have visions from the Oversoul, he just writes prophecies that read like a shark tearing your leg off. And he keeps saying the same things that you just said."
"You mean this secret plan is so well known that there's already a party led by this Roptat trying to block it?"
"It wasn't that secret," said Ekmak. "There's no plot. There's no conspiracy. There's just some good people trying to do something that's in Basilica's vital interest, and some traitors doing everything they can to stop it."
Clearly Elemak had a one-sided view of things. Nafai had to offer another point of view. "Or maybe it's some greedy profiteers putting our city in a terribly dangerous situation so they can get rich, and some good people are trying to save the city by stopping them. I'm just suggesting this as a possibility."
Elemak was furious. "The people working on this project are already so rich that they hardly need any more money," he said. "And what I don't get is how a fourteen-year-old scholar who's never had to do a man's work in his life suddenly has opinions about political issues that he didn't even know existed until ten minutes ago."
"I was just asking a question," said Nafai. "I wasn't accusing you of anything."
"Well of course you weren't accusing me? said Elemak. "I'm not part of the project anyway."
"Of course not," said Nafai. "It's a secret project."
"I should have beaten the teeth out of your mouth this morning," said Elemak.
Why did it always come down to threats? "Do you beat the teeth out of the mouth of everybody who asks you questions you don't have any good answers for?"
"Never before," said Elemak, getting up. "But now I'm going to make up for all those missed opportunities."
"Stop it!" shouted Issib. "Don't we have enough problems?"
Elemak hesitated, then sat back down. "I shouldn't let him get to me."
Nafai breathed again. He hadn't noticed that he wasn't breathing.
"He's a child, what does he know?" said Elemak. "Father's the one who should know better. He's making a lot of people very angry. Some very dangerous people."
"You mean they're threatening him?" asked Nafai.
"Nobody threatens," said Elemak. "That would be crude. They're just... concerned about Father."
"But if everybody's laughing at Father, why should they care what he says? It sounds like it's this Roptat they ought to be worried about."
"It's the vision thing," said Elemak. "The Oversoul. Most men don't take it all that seriously, but the women... the city council... your mother isn't helping things."
"Or she is helping things, depending on which side you're on."
"Right," said Elemak. He got up from the table, but this time he wasn't threatening. "I can see which side you're on, Nyef, and I can only warn you that if Father has his way, we'll end up in Gorayni chains."
"Why are you so sure?" asked Nafai. "The Oversoul give you a vision or something?"
"I'm sure, my little half friend, because I understand things. When you grow up, you might actually come to know what that means. But I doubt it." Elemak walked out of the kitchen.
Issib sighed. "Does anybody actually like anybody else in this family?"
Nafai's food was overcooked, but he didn't care. He was trembling so violently that he could hardly carry his tray to the table.
"Why are you shaking?"
"I don't know," said Nafai. "Maybe I'm afraid."
"Of Elemak?"
"Why should I be afraid of him?" said Nafai. "Just because he could break my neck with his elbow."
"Then why do you keep provoking him?"
"Maybe I'm also afraid for him."
"Why?"