Barlog and Grauel did not move.
Braydic, though, Marika noted, had disappeared. Ever cautious and timid Braydic.
Just as well, perhaps. Just as well.
Marika focused upon this meth strong enough to rule the fractious Reugge Community.
Chapter Sixteen
I
Gradwohl climbed onto a stool. "Sit if you like," she told Marika.
Marika settled crosslegged upon the floor, as had been the custom among the packs of the upper Ponath. Furniture had been unknown in her dam's loghouse.
"Tell me about yourself, pup."
"Mistress?"
"Tell me your story. I want to know everything there is to know about you."
"You know, mistress. Through your agent Moragan."
Gradwohl seemed amused. "She was that transparent?"
"Only looking back."
"Nothing substitutes for direct examination. Begin simply. Tell me your story. What is your name?"
"Marika, mistress."
"Tell me about Marika. From her birth to this moment."
Marika sketched an autobiography which included her first awarenesses of her talent, her unusually close relationship with her male littermate Kublin, her troubles with one of the Wise of her dam's loghouse, and all her troubles during her stay at the fortress Akard.
Gradwohl nodded. "Interesting. But possibly even more interesting in complete privacy."
"Mistress?"
"You have told me very little about Marika inside."
Marika grew uneasy.
"Do not be frightened, pup."
"I am not, mistress."
"Liar. I met a most senior when I was your age. I was petrified. There is no need. I am here to help. You are not happy, are you? Honestly, now."
"No, mistress."
"Why not?"
She thought she had made that clear. Perhaps their backgrounds were too alien. She rambled till Gradwohl lost patience. "Get to the point, pup. There are no ears here but mine. Even were there, your sisters would make no reprisals for what you say. I will not permit that. And do not lie. I want to know what the real Marika thinks and feels."
Irked, Marika tested the water with a few mild remarks. When Gradwohl did not explode, she continued till she had revealed most of her dissatisfactions.
"Exactly what I suspected. An absolute lack of vision from the very beginning. I was not a feral myself, but I endured similar troubles. They sense strength and power, and it frightens them. In their way, silth have minds as small as any common meth. Those who might be surpassed want to stifle you before you develop the skills to command them. It is a severe shortcoming of the society silth have developed. Now. Tell me more about Akard."
Gradwohl spoke no more of Marika's place in things, nor of her feelings. Instead, she concentrated upon a minute examination of events during Akard's final days. "What has become of the other survivors? Especially the commtech and the tradermale?" She used the Ponath dialect word tradermale as though it was unfamiliar.
Marika reflected carefully before saying, "Braydic was assigned work in the communications center here." Had the most senior noted the sword-carrying meth who had threatened the guards behind Grauel, keeping them from interfering? "They will not let me see her. Bagnel vanished. I assume he rejoined his brotherhood. They say there is a tradermale place here in Maksche."
"Presumably I could reach him through his factors."
"Darkship, mistress?"
"The flying cross. That was you in the tower, was it not? You touched Norgis just before we set down."
"Yes, mistress."
"What did you think?"
"I was awed, mistress. The idea of riding such a thing... . I rode one coming down from Akard, but most of that escapes me."
"You are not frightened by it?"
"No, mistress."
"You do not find those-who-dwell frightening?"
"No, mistress."
"Good. That will be all, pup. Return to your quarters."
"Yes, mistress."
"There will be changes in your life, pup."
"Yes, mistress," Marika said as she walked toward the doorway.
Grauel went through first, surveyed the hallway, nodded. Barlog backed out behind Marika, rifle still trained on the most senior.
Not one word about the confrontation passed between the three of them.
The changes began immediately. The morning following the interview, a silth the age of Marika's dam came to her cell. She introduced herself as Dorteka. "I am your instructress, detached from the most senior's staff for that purpose. The most senior has ordered an individualized program for you. We will get started now." Plainly, Dorteka did not like her assignment, but she was careful to avoid saying so.
Marika would soon note a cloisterwide shift of attitude toward one who had caught the most senior's interest.
That first morning Dorteka took her to a meditation chamber. They sat upon the floor, across a table of the same stone as the cloister, in the eerie light of a single oil lamp. On Dorteka's side lay a clipboard and papers. Dorteka said, "Your education has been erratic. The most senior wants you to go back and begin at the beginning."
"I would be with pups ... "
"You will proceed at your own pace, independent of everyone else at every level. Where your training has been adequate, you will advance rapidly, to your limits." Dorteka straightened a paper. "What would you like to do for the sisterhood?"
Marika did not hesitate. "Fly the darkships. To the starworlds."
A trace of amusement showed in the tilt of Dorteka's ears. "So the most senior suggested. The darkship is possible. The starworlds are not."
"Why?"
"We were too late going out. We looked in the wrong places. The starworlds are all enfiefed, and they are guarded jealously by the sisterhoods who own them. Even to leave the planet now would mean an immediate challenge to darkwar. So darkwar can be our only reason for entering the dark. We will not. We have no one capable of challenging."
Puzzled, Marika asked, "What is darkwar? No one will explain."
"At your level it will be difficult to comprehend. In essence, darkwar is a bloodduel between the leading Mistresses of the Ships of Communities in conflict. The survivor wins the right of the dispute. Darkwar is rare because it usually seals the fate of an entire Community."
Bloodduel Marika understood. She nodded.
"Time enough for such things after you gain a solid foundation. You wish to become involved with the ships. Then you shall become involved, if you remain interested once you become qualified. There are never enough sisters willing to work them. You do read and write?"
"Yes, mistress."
Dorteka handed her a sheet of paper. "This is our schedule. We will adjust it as needed."
Marika looked it over. "Not much time left for sleep."
"You wish to fly darkships, you must learn to endure sleeplessness. You wish to see your friend Braydic, you will remain stubbornly devoted to your studies." Dorteka pushed a scrap of paper across the table. The notes on it were in a paw almost mechanically perfect. "Suggested motivators for the feral subject Marika."
"The most senior?"
"Yes."
The interest shown by the most senior was a bit intimidating.
The sheet was filled with a complicated diagram for earning the right to visit Braydic or the city.
"As you see, a visit to your friend requires you to accumulate one hundred performance points. Those are mapped out for you there. Leave to go outside the cloister will be more difficult to obtain. It is subject to my being satisfied with your progress. You will never get out if I feel you are giving less than one hundred percent."
Crafty old Gradwohl. She had speared to the heart of her and tapped forces which could make her learn. The thought of seeing Braydic sparked an immediate urge to begin. The opportunity to get into the city, too, stirred her, but less concretely.
"I doubt that I will permit a city visit anytime soon. Perhaps we will accumulate several opportunities for later."