Gradwohl tapped the screen with a finger. Mahede lay halfway between Maksche and Akard. She used a claw to draw a circle around Mahede. It was obvious that circles of the same size centered upon Akard and Maksche would overlap, covering the entire Hainlin rivercourse north of the city. The Hainlin was the main artery of the northern provinces.
"Meantime, this winter we will continue hunting the savages the best we can, with all the resources we can bring to bear. We must keep the pressure on. It is the only way to beat the Serke at their own game."
Several senior silth disagreed. A murmur of discontent ran through the audience. Marika scanned faces carefully, memorizing those of her mentor's opponents. They would be her enemies, too.
In the course of the discussion that followed, it began to appear that those who opposed Gradwohl's scheme did so principally because it interfered with their comfort and their abilities to exploit their own particular demesnes. Several seniors of cloisters complained because they had been stripped of their best silth and, as a result, were having trouble maintaining order among their workers. Especially among the males.
The pestilence of rebellion was spreading.
"I suspect our problems with workers are the shadows of the next Serke move against us," Gradwohl said. "It is unlikely that they expected me to collapse under pressure from the savages. The northern packs were expendable counters in their game. So will our workers be. But we will deal with that in its turn. The most critical task facing us is to make sure the northern provinces are secure no matter what troubles plague us elsewhere."
"Why?" someone demanded. The shout was anonymous, but Marika thought the voice sounded like that of Paustch.
"Because the Serke want them so desperately."
Once the grumbling faded, Gradwohl expanded somewhat. "I see it this way, sisters. The Serke appear willing to spend a great deal, and to risk even more, in order to wrest the north from our paws. They must have very powerful reasons for their behavior. If they have reasons, then we have reasons for taking every measure to retain our territories. Even though we do not know what they are.
"But I will find out what they are. And when I do, you will be informed immediately."
More grumbling.
"While I am most senior none of this is subject to debate. It will be done as I have decreed. In coming days I will speak to each of you individually and have more to say at that time. Meantime, this assembly is adjourned. Senior Zertan. Paustch. I wish to speak to you immediately. Marika. I want you to remain here. I will call upon the rest of you as I have the opportunity."
That was a dismissal. Silth rose from stools and began drifting out. Marika studied the groups they formed, identifying alliances of interest. She heard several seniors grumbling about being tied down at Maksche when they had problems at home demanding immediate attention.
Paustch and Zertan left their stools and moved forward to face Gradwohl. Marika remained upon her stool in the shadows, well away. The Maksche senior and her second did not need to be reminded of her presence.
Gradwohl said, "Mildly stated, I am not pleased with you two. Zertan. You are walking close to the line. Your problem is plain laziness compounded by indifference and maybe a dollop of malice. I will be here for some time now, watching over your shoulder. I trust my presence will lend you some incentive to become more ambitious.
"Paustch. For a number of years you have been the true moving spirit here in Maksche. You have been responsible for getting done most of what has gotten done. It is my sorrow that most of that has been negative. I have in mind several directives that you carried out to the letter but managed to sabotage in spirit. I cannot shake the feeling that I have clung too close to TelleRai since becoming most senior. My paw should have been more evident in the outlying cloisters.
"I will no longer tolerate undermining and backstabbing by subordinates. To that end, you will be transferred to TelleRai immediately. A courier darkship will be leaving at dawn. You will be aboard. When you reach TelleRai, you will report to Keraitis for assignment to duties there. Understood?"
Her entire frame shaking with rage, Paustch bowed her head. "Yes, mistress."
"You may leave us."
Paustch drew herself up, turned, marched out of the hall. Marika thought she might become trouble unless Gradwohl made further moves to neutralize her malice. Unless by its very nature her new assignment placed her where she could do no harm.
Gradwohl turned to Zertan once Paustch was outside. "Do you feel a spark or two of wakening ambition, Zertan? Do you feel you can become more productive?"
"I believe I do, mistress."
"I thought you might. You may go, too."
"Yes, mistress."
Only the sounds of Zertan's slippers disturbed the silence of the hall. Then she was gone, and Marika was alone with the most senior. Silence reigned. Lamplight set shadows dancing. Marika waited without fear, without movement.
Finally, Gradwohl said, "Come forward."
Marika left her stool and approached the most senior.
"Come. Come. Not to be frightened."
"Yes, mistress." Marika slipped into the role she assumed with every superior, that of simplicity.
"Marika, I know you, pup. Do not play that game with me. I am on your side."
"My side, mistress?"
"Yes. Very well. If you insist. How was your summer?"
"A pleasant break, mistress. Though the Ponath is colder now."
"And going to get a lot colder in years to come. Tell me about your day on the town."
"Mistress?" The debacle in the tradermale enclave had slipped her mind completely.
"You visited the brethren enclave, did you not?"
"Yes, mistress." Now she was disturbed.
Her reaction was not well concealed. Gradwohl was amused. "You had quite an adventure, I gather. No. No need to be concerned. The protest was an embarrassment, but a minor one, and a blessing as well. Am I right in assuming that the male Bagnel is the male we brought out of Akard?"
"Yes, mistress."
"And you are on friendly terms? He kept the fuss to a minimum."
"He thinks I saved his life, mistress. I did not. I was saving myself. That the others were saved was incidental."
"The fact is seldom as important as the perception, Marika. Illusion is the ruling form. Shadow signifies more than substance. Silth always have been more fancy than fact."
"Mistress?"
"It is not important whether or not you made an effort to save this male. What signifies is his belief that you saved him. Which in fact you did."
Marika was puzzled. Why the interest in Bagnel?
"You have been away for a while. Living in rather primitive, difficult circumstances. Would you like another day on the city?"
Yes, she thought excitedly. "I have studies, mistress."
"Yes. I hear you have added your own regimen to Dorteka's."
"Yes, mistress. I have been studying flying, space, and-"
"When do you sleep?"
"I do not need much sleep, mistress. I never have."
"I suppose not. I was young once, too. Are you learning anything?"
"There is not much information available, mistress. Most paths of inquiry lead to dead ends where tradermales or other Communities have invoked a privilege."
"We will find you fresh sources. About this Bagnel."
"Yes, mistress?"
"Will he accept a continued friendship?"
Warily, Marika replied, "He invited me to return, mistress. He told me I should ask for him, and he would see that there was no trouble."
"Excellent. Excellent. Then go see him again. By all means."
"Mistress? What do you want?"
"I want you to cultivate him. The brethren are supporting our enemies for reasons we do not understand. It is not like them to compromise their neutrality. You have a contact. See more of him. In time you might learn something to help us in our struggle with the Serke."