Only then did Nafai venture to the kitchen, absolutely starving by now, for his first serious meal of the day. To his surprise, Elemak was there, sitting with Issib at the table.
"Elya, I didn't know you were here," said Nafai.
Elemak looked up at him, blankly, and then remembered. "Forget it," he said. "J was angry this morning but it's nothing, forget it."
Nafai had forgotten, with all that had happened since, that Elemak had warned him not to come home. "I guess I already did," he said.
Elemak gave him a disgusted look and then went back to his food.
"What did I say?"
"Never mind," said Issib. "We're trying to think what we should do."
Nafai headed for the freezer and started scanning the food that Truzhnisha had stocked there for occasions like this. He was dying of hunger and yet nothing looked good. "Is this all that's left?"
"No, I have the rest hidden in my pants," said Issib.
Nafai picked something that he remembered liking before, even though it didn't sound particularly good tonight. While it was heating he turned around and faced the others. "So, what have we decided?"
Elemak didn't look up.
"‘We haven't decided anything," said Issib.
"Oh, what, am I suddenly the only child in the house, while the men are making all the decisions?"
"Pretty much, yes," said Issib.
"And what decisions do you have to make? Who has any decisions to make at a //, besides Father? It's his house, his business, his money, and his name that's getting laughed at all through Basilica."
Elemak shook his head. "Not all through Basilica."
"You mean somebody hasn't heard about this yet?"
"I mean," said Elemak, "that not everybody is laughing."
"They will if that satire runs long. I saw a rehearsal. Meb was really pretty good. Of course he quit since it was about Father, but I think he really has talent. Did you know he sings?"
Elemak looked at him with contempt. "Are you really this shallow, Nyef?"
"Yes," said Nafai. "I'm so shallow that I actually think our embarrassment isn't all that important, if Father really saw a vision."
"We know Father saw it," said Elemak. "The problem is what he's doing about it."
"What, he gets a vision from the Oversold- warning about the destruction of the world, and he should keep it a secret?"
"Just eat your food," said Elemak.
"He's going around telling people that the Oversold wants us to go back to the old laws," said Issib.
"Which ones?"
"All of them."
"I mean which ones aren't we already following?"
Elemak apparently decided to go straight to the heart of things. "He went to the clan council and spoke against our decision to cooperate with Potokgavan in their war with the Wetheads."
"Who?"
"The Gorayni. The Wetheads."
They had got the nickname because of their habit of wearing their hair long, in ringlets, dripping with a perfumed oil. They were also known as vicious warriors with a habit of slaughtering prisoners who hadn't proved their valor by sustaining a serious wound before surrendering. "But they're hundreds of kilometers north of here," said Nafai, "and the Potoku are way to the southeast, and what do they have to fight about?"
"What do they teach you in your little school?" said Elemak. "The Potoku have extended their protection over all the coastal plain up to the Mochai River."
"Sure, right. Protection from what?"
"From the Gorayni, Nafai. We're between them. It's called geography."
"I know geography," said Nafai. "I just don't see why there should ever be a war between the Gorayni and the Potoku, and if there was, how they'd go about fighting it. I mean, Potokgavan has a fleet-all their homes are boats, for heaven's sake-but since Goraynivat has no seacoast-"
" Hadno seacoast. They've conquered Usluvat."
"I guess I knew that."
"Oh, I'm sure you did," said Elemak. "They have horsewagons. Have you heard of those?"
"Wheels," said Nafai. "Horses pulling men in boxes into battle."
"And carrying supplies to feed an army on a long march. A very long march. Horsewagons are changing everything." Suddenly Elemak sounded enthusiastic. It had been a lot of years since Nafai had seen Elya excited about anything. "I can envision a day when we'll widen the Ridge Road and the Plains Road and Market Street so that the farmers can haul their produce up here in horsewagons. The same number of horses can haul ten times as much. One man, two horses, and a wagon can bring what it takes a dozen men and twenty horses to haul up here now. The price of food drops. The cost of transporting our products downhill drops even lower- there's money there. I can envision roads going hundreds of kilometers, right across the desert-fewer animals in our caravans, less feed to haul and no need to find as much water on the journey. The world is getting smaller, and Father's trying to block it."
"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."