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“All according to license. Foodstuffs are one of the permitted—”
“I know the regulations. You’re getting your grain from Outside trade. Outsiders.”
“We’ve held off rationing. We’ve kept the peace. We’re able to feed everyone.”
“We’ve tried to find other alternatives.” Merek Eln said. “We can’t find surplus anywhere within the Reach. We can’t get it from Inside. We’ve tried, Kont’ Raen.”
“Your trip to Meron.”
“Part of it, yes. That. A failure.”
“Ser Eln, there’s one obvious question. If you’re buying Outsider grain…what do you use to pay for it?”
It was a question perhaps rash to ask, on a beta vessel, surrounded by them, in descent to a wholly beta world.
“Majat,” one of the others said hoarsely, with a nervous shift of the eyes in Warrior’s direction. “Majat jewels. Softwares.”
“Kontrin-directed?”
“We—pad out what the Cerdin labs send. Add to the shipments.”
“Kontrin-directed?”
“Our own doing,” the man beside him said. “Kontrin, it’s not forbidden. Other hive-worlds do it.”
“I know it’s legal; don’t cite me regulations.”
“We appealed for help. We still abide by the law. We would do nothing that’s not according to the law.”
According to the law…and disruptive of the entire trade balance if done on a large scale: the value of the jewels and the other majat goods was upheld by deliberate scarcity.
“You’re giving majat goods to Outsiders to feed a world,” Raen said softly. “And what do majat get? Grain? Azi? You have that arrangement with them?”
“Our population,” sera Kest said faintly, “even now is not large—compared to i
“And the hives assist you in this crisis—sufficient to feed all the excess of your own population, and the excess of azi, and themselves. Your prices to the majat for grain and azi must be exorbitant, sera Kest.”
“They—need the grain. They don’t object.”
“Do you know,” Raen said, ever so softly, “I somehow believe you, sera Kest.”
There was a sudden stomach-wrenching shift as the shuttle powered into entry alignment. They were downward bound now, and the majat moved, boomed a protest at this unaccustomed sensation; then it froze again, to the relief of the betas and the guard azi.
“We’re doing an unusual entry,” Raen observed, feeling the angle.
“We don’t cross the High Range. Fad weather.”
She looked at the beta who had said that, and for that moment her pulse quickened—a sense that, indeed, she had to accept their truths for the time. She said nothing more, sca
They were coming in still nightside, at a steeper angle than was going to be comfortable for any reason. There might be quite a bit of buffeting. Jim, unaccustomed to landings even of the best kind, was already looking grey. So were the Eln-Kests.
Two corporations: ITAK onworld and ISPAK, the station and power corporation overhead. ISPAK was a Kontrin agency, that should be in direct link with Cerdin. So were all stations. They were too sensitive, holding all a world’s licensed defense; and in any situation of contest, ISPAK could shut Istra down, depriving it of power. With any choice for a base of operations, ITAK onworld was not the best one, not unless the stakes were about to go very high indeed.
No licenses, no answer to appeals: the fink to Cerdin should have had an answer through their own station. No relief from taxes; other worlds had such adjustments, in the presence of Kontrin. Universal credit was skimmed directly off the tax; majat were covered after the same fashion as Kontrin when they dealt through Kontrin credit; but they could, because they were producers of goods, trade directly in cash, which Kontrin in effect could not. Throughout the system, through the network of stations and intercomp, the constant-transmission arteries which linked all the Reach, there were complex-formulae of adjustment and licensing, the whole system held in exact and delicate balance. A world could not function without that continual flow of information through station, to Cerdin.
Only Istra was supporting a burden it could not bear, while i
And the azi-cycle from lab to contract was eighteen years, less for majat-sale.
Nineteen years, and Council had closed its eyes, deafened itself to protests, talked vaguely about new industry. Population pressure was allowed to build, after seven hundred years of licensed precision, every force in meticulous balance.
She watched the screen for a time, the back of her right hand to her lips, the chitin rough against them.
Blue-hive, blue-hive messenger, hives in direct trade with betas—and a world drowning in azi, as all the Reach was begi
Moth still ruled. That had to be true, that Moth still dominated Council. The Reach would have quaked at Moth’s demise.
What ARE you doing?she wondered toward Moth.
And put on a smile like putting on a new garment…and looked toward set On and sera Kest, enjoying their unease at that shift of mood. “I seem to recall that you invited me to be your guest. Suppose that I accept.”
“You are welcome,” Kest said hoarsely.
“I shall take the spirit of your hospitality…but not as a free gift. My tastes can be very extravagant. I shall pay my own charges. I should expect no private person to bear with me, no private person nor even ITAK. Please permit this.”
“You are very kind,” said ser Eln, looking vastly relieved. They began to feel their descent. The shuttle, in atmosphere, rode like something wounded, and the engines struggled to slow them, cutting in with jolting bursts. Eventually they reached a reasonable airspeed, and the port shields went back. It was pitch black outside, and lightning flared. They bit turbulence which dampened even Raen’s enthusiasm for the uncommon, and dropped through, amazingly close to the ground.
A landing-field glowed, blue-lit, and abruptly they were on it, jolting down to a halt on great blasts of the engines.
They were down, undamaged, moving ponderously up to the terminal, a long on-ground process. Raen looked at Jim, who slowly unclenched his fingers from the armrests and drew an extended breath. She gri
He nodded and scrambled up past her, while one of the guard azi began to see to the Eln-Kests’ baggage.
The shuttle pulled finally up to their land berth, and met the exit tube. The pilot and co-pilot, their dispute evidently resolved, left controls and unlatched the exit.
Raen arose, finding the others waiting for her, and glanced back at Warrior, who remained immobile. Cold air flooded in from the exit, and Warrior turned its head hopefully.
“Go first,” Raen bade the Istran seri and their azi. They did so in some haste; and Jim pulled the luggage carrier out after the ITAK azi. Raen lifted her right hand and beckoned Warrior to follow her out; the shin’s officers scrambled back into the cockpit and hastily closed their door.
The party began to sort themselves into order in the exit tube, the ITAK folk and their armed azi keeping ahead. Raen walked with Jim and Warrior, whose strides were apparent slow motion beside those of humans.
Customs officials were waiting at the end: incredibly, they only stared stupidly at Warrior still coming and proceeded to hold up the ITAK men, stopping the whole party, with Warrior fretting and humming distress. The Eln-Kests and the others began at once producing cards for the agents, who bore ISPAK badges.