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He ran out of words. Jago didn't seem to find any immediately, and the silence went on, so deep he could all but hear his heart beat.
"Have I angered you?" Jago asked then.
"No." A vehement shake of his head. But it wasn't an atevi gesture. "In no way. Most emphatically not."
"Disturbed you?"
"Yes."
Jago bowed her head and seemed to take that for dismissal.
"Jago." He was floundering. Clinical was all he knew how to be, to save them both. "It's the friendbusiness. It's that word. We say we love. Even when we need. When we need, it's something not very productive. It's a lot of human damn wiring, Jago-ji. Expectations. — Like man'chi. How do you stop it logically? — And I can't know — maybe you're just curious. Maybe just — nothing more than that. Maybe a lot more serious than that. I don't know."
"One meant well," Jago said, still with that unbreakable control. "Evidently one was very wrong."
"No. I just — Jago, God, I'm embarrassed as hell. I just want you back. The way things were. For a while. Just that — if that doesn't offend you."
"No," she said.
"No, it can't be the same? Or no, it doesn't offend you?"
"No, nand' paidhi. I am not offended. I find no possible way to be offended."
"Can I say — at least — I'm very attracted?"
She laughed, a jolt, a startlement. "You can say so," she said. "One takes no offense, paidhi-ji."
"Is it always No, from this point? Or maybe someday?"
"What does the paidhi think?"
The paidhi was shaky in the knees. It wasn't his habit. It wasn't his style, not with Barb, not with anybody else. He felt like a total fool. And stood there with the coat in his hands. "The paidhi knows when he can't translate. When he hasn't got a hope of translating. The paidhi thinks he's extremely damn fortunate you're not mad at him."
A shy look he'd rarely seen from Jago. A nervous laugh he never had. "By no means. If you —"
But the damn pocket-com went off at that very moment. Jago pulled it from her belt, held it to her ear, and frowned.
"Fourteen," she said, probably — he'd grown wiser in the ways security communicated — her station number, acknowledging hearing a message.
Then: "If you wish to change clothes," she said, "hurry. We're moving out. Now."
"To the landing site? To there? Or where?"
"We've just been asked to go to the front of the building at moderate speed. This isn't a run, but it doesn't leave you any time, nand' paidhi."
"Damn," he said, and unbuttoned his shirt without a second's further question, was pulling on his sweater when Jago left, which only put him in more hurry to switch trousers and change to heavier socks and heavier-soled boots. He exited the room, still struggling with his coat, to find Jago waiting for him.
"What is the hurry?"
"Perhaps," she said, "that someone is on the way here. That's a guess, nand' paidhi."
"I'll take your guesses over some people's information." He had gloves. He'd put them in the coat pocket. They reached the main hall and joined a small number of the house security moving out toward the doors. The Atigeini servants gathered in alarm and dismay.
"Not everyone is leaving," Banichi was telling them. "There's a shelter in the cellar. House permanent staff has the keys. Extinguish the fire, pull the fuses. That will shut down everything to emergency power. Go below in good order, wait for authorized signals to open the door. You'll be safe." Banichi fell in with them as they went out the open front doors, onto the porch — an open car came around the corner of the east wing, ru
Something heavy was shoved into his coat pocket on Banichi's side, jammed down — he put a hand over the weight to stabilize it, no second guess needed what it was, no guess why Banichi picked now to give it to him and had no time to waste in the paidhi's questions, just —
"Do we have a radio? Do we have communications? We need —"
"No difficulty," Banichi said and, atevi having better night-vision on the average, seized his arm, the weak one, and made sure his feet found the steps downward. The car had pulled up and security opened the door for him, atevi eyes glowing pale gold in the faint light, there, floating disembodied the other side of the car. He had qualms about getting in, he feared that they might send him off somewhere and they might stay behind in defense of Taiben, but that wasn't the indication about the situation. Jago got in ahead of him and Banichi took the seat beside the driver, one more climbed into the back and shut the door — that was Tano, he realized all of a sudden.
"Where's Algini?"
"The car behind, nand' paidhi. With the radio." The car took off with a spin of its tires, then lumbered over tree roots and took the downhill by a series of tilts and bounces — they were on what the estate charitably called the branch road, which had far more of branches than road about it. It went around trees rather than have one cut down, it relied on four-wheel drive and a good suspension, which the staff cars had — along with the bar along the back of the front seat that became a good idea as they veered with the road along the side of the lodge and down again, toward the junction of service roads which the staff used getting equipment to and from the various wells and stations — he knew this road, Tabini'd been easy on his slight-of-stature guest, in the first visit he'd made to Taiben.
Not afterward. Not now.
"What's happening?" he asked, clinging to the safety bar. "Where's Tabini?"
Maybe Tano and Jago didn't know. Banichi turned around, arm on the seat back, head down because of the branches that raked over the windshield. "Somebody leaked the event to the local news — we've got intruders in the woods and we can't tell who're tourists from the lake district and who's not, which is not a tolerable situation for security. We've very good reason to believe this release of information was not a prank."
"Meaning the same people who have Hanks are out there."
"Most likely they are." Banichi turned his head back to the short view of tree trunks and underlit branches as the car jolted its way into a turn.
The driver — probably a ranger — had his hands full: it wasn't every atevi who knew how to drive, and nobody could avoid collision who didn't know this road, not from where he sat — the wheel went this way and that, in furious efforts that exerted atevi strength to keep the wheels on track at all, bouncing over roots and jolting over low spots, the low ru
"Are they likeliest to move on Taiben itself?" he asked. "Or the landing site? Do they knowexactly where?"
"They may," Tano said. "It wasn't in the news report, but no knowing the other information that's passed."
"They won't waste time on Taiben when they know we've left. They've come in afoot. So far. Now that we've moved — they'll probably have transport come in."
"We're a one-point target," Jago said. "They're diffuse. This is by the nature of a wide border with uncertain neighbors."
The road took a series of jolts that made the handhold a necessity, even for atevi, then smoothed out, and Banichi turned around again, eyes shimmering momentarily in the following ru