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He didn’t translate that part. He didn’t think Great-uncle would like that idea, not this morning. “I shall ask him that later,” he told Irene.
Beyond that place, in another room, a dimly lit display case held a skeleton of a person that Great-uncle said was thousands and thousands of years old. They had dug him up on the grounds, when they had built the house, and the broken pots around him were what he had been buried with.
That was a scary place. That was a real dead person. Cajeiri did not want to linger there.
“Can you tell anything,” he whispered to Lucasi, while his guests crowded close to the case. “Is there anything going on the house network?”
“They have us cut off completely, nandi,” Lucasi said. “We ca
There were two Guild Assassins locked up somewhere in the house, maybe down here in the basement, right near them.
And he could not forget the sight of Kaplan and Polano suited up and looking like nothing the earth had ever seen. It was a sight from the ship—walking down the stairs of Great-uncle’s house. And it was all crazy.
Nand’ Bren was going to try to talk to the Kadagidi and get an accounting for those two Assassins, apparently, and maybe warn them they were in trouble.
Nand’ Bren had gone right in and talked to Lord Machigi, in the Taisigin Marid, and gotten an agreement with him, which nobody would ever think could happen. So if anybodycould talk to the Kadagidi, nand’ Bren might.
But the way they were keeping everything secret, putting them down in the basement, and not letting his guard know anything, he was getting more and more anxious about what the Kadagidi were doing.
He hopedhe had not invited his guests down for all of them to get in the middle of a war.
On his lastbirthday they had started a war.
They had had the whole Najida business just weeks ago.
And here it was his birthday and they were going to start another war.
It just was not fair,was the childish thought that surfaced; but there was so much more at issue than fairness,now. He wanted everyone safe. He wanted the world not to have selfishness, and stupidity. And it was bound to have. But he wanted not to have it in places where it could do so much damage.
He heard footsteps in the room behind them, which was no longer dark. The head of Great-uncle’s bodyguard had come downstairs. He overtook them and called Uncle aside to talk to him, while they were in the room with the skeleton in the case. They waited, all of them, while Great-uncle talked, and now none of his guests were looking at the display. They were all looking at Uncle and three of his bodyguards, now.
And given all that had gone on in the house last night and this morning, they would be really stupid if they did not figure out there was something wrong.
Gene moved over close to him. “What’s going on?” Gene whispered in ship-speak. “What’s happening?”
He could not lie directly. “Trouble,” he said quietly. “Nand’ Bren and Jase-aiji went next door. Bad people. The Kadagidi.”
“Something to do with last night?” Artur asked, at Gene’s shoulder. Irene just looked worried.
“Next door—” He did not have the right words in ship-speak. “Trouble with the Kadagidi. A long time.”
The bodyguard went back down the hall. Great-uncle turned to them and said, “My staff may continue the tour this afternoon, young gentleman, if you wish. There is some little more to see. Some business has come up, and I must go upstairs. Nephew, please have your bodyguard escort you back to the stairs at your leisure. You may bring your guests up to the breakfast room and enjoy refreshments.”
“Great-uncle.” The bow was automatic, while his brain was racing. What was it? Was everything all right now? They were being let out of the cellar and offered lunch alone, with no grown-ups.
But was the trouble over?
Great-uncle and his bodyguard went ahead of them through the basement, headed up the stairs and left them with just his bodyguard for guides.
“What did he say?” Gene whispered urgently. “Jeri, what just happened?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know. Lunch, is all. If it were bad I think they’d want us to stay downstairs.” He hopedhis bodyguard remembered the way out.
But they did. They went back through the rooms fairly quickly, the lights going on and off as they passed through, not too far behind Great-uncle. They went upstairs and out the door, to a little alcove in the main hall. Great-uncle and his guard were still ahead of them, on theirway toward the sitting room, where one would easily bet Great-grandmother was.
The breakfast room was a little distance away from that.
“Is that an all-clear?” Jegari asked suddenly. He was looking at his bracelet, the same sort that most Guild wore.
“Yes,” Veijico said, looking at her bracelet. “Nandi, we are receiving again.”
• • •
Kadagidi fortunes had certainly sunk today. That was clear in the bedraggled, soot-stained person of the Kadagidi lord, who had to negotiate with intruders on his clan’s territory, in a bus sitting on his land.
“We do not surrender,” Aseida had said first, frayed and rattled as he was, once he stood aboard. “We appeal to the paidhiin to prevent damage to our estate. We are i
Ship-paidhi. Jase was that.
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So was Aseida’s insistence on addressing Jase by his lesser, onworld title.
Let him, Bren had thought, showing him to the first of the seats, arranged as the first rows were, in facing pairs, with a let-down table.
Let him spill whatever he wants of his thinking, his views, his presumptions.
He hadn’t let down that table. He wanted full view of Aseida’s hands. He had Jase sitting beside him. Kaplan and Polano had come aboard, and, unable to sit in the armor, they had taken their places again beside the driver, in front of the damaged windshield.
“We were betrayed,” Lord Aseida had said for openers. “We were forcedby Murini-aiji’s bodyguard. We neverwanted the man’chi of that aishid. They attachedto me when I was a child, and I had no choice in the matter.”
The account went on and on, somewhat incoherently, if interestingly.
It did follow one scenario they had surmised—that there had been an unusually strong Guild presence in the house before and duringMurini’s sojourn in the Dojisigin Marid; that the bodyguard that had escorted the usurper into exile and died with him had notbeen Haikuti’s team, no, they had stayed constantly in the house, and, well, perhaps, Aseida thought, possibly had contact with others about the region, but they always had that.
Definitely Haikuti and that aishid had not gone down to the Marid with Murini, before the coup, nor had they conspicuously stood beside him in his ascent to power, though they had been physically with him during some of his administration.
But they had been Aseida’s aishid for years. How assigned? Clearly by Shishoji, who had held his office through more decades than that.
The records that had accumulated in the house during Murini’s tenure possibly still existed, among those they had confiscated within the Kadagidi estate.
But now they had, indeed, very interesting things pouring out: a Kadagidi lord, the very person involved, claiming that Haikuti had taken over the household, that Haikuti had effectively run the clan by threat and intimidation, possibly using Murini as a puppet—and that he, Aseida, was i
The paidhi’s job, however, was a good deal easier than Aseida’s, who had to explain what the situation hadbeen, a lot of it unlovely, and precisely howhe was i