It was upsetting to be questioned during breakfast. Great-grandmother would never approve of such behavior. But they were all at one table, Cajeiri, his bodyguards, his guests, and the mood was not at all festive.
“Nand’ Bren went to the Kadagidi,” he said, also in ship-speak. “Next door. Lord Bren and Captain Jase, too. With Captain Jase’s guard. To talk.”
It didn’t help the frowns, and just then a servant came in with another plate of spiced eggs and toast. “We are going to walk around the basement.” Cajeiri tried to change the subject entirely during the service. “Great-uncle’s collections are famous.”
“I wish we could go riding again,” Irene said. “If they caught those people—”
“Not that easy,” Cajeiri said. “We’re safe in the house. But still under alert.”
“For morepeople?”
“Not sure,” Cajeiri said. If they kept it to ship-speak, at least the servants would not realize they were being improper. “Don’t worry. All fine. But we don’t go outside.”
“Tomorrow?” Irene asked. And unhappily: “Ever?”
“Maybe,” he said, wishing he knew the answer.
Conversation limped along. He knew ship-speak for things on the ship, but he struggled for words about things on earth. And he had no words to explain the Kadagidi.
“Luca-ji,” he said quietly to Lucasi, who was good at talking to senior Guild, “see what else you can find out. You can do it after breakfast.”
“Yes,” Lucasi said, swallowed two bites of toast and got up from the table, leaving a whole piece of toast and an egg on his plate.
So his bodyguard was as desperate to understand the situation as he was.
• • •
The bus slowed to a stop. Bren took a look out the window, as much as he could see, which was scrub trees and pasturage, and a low fieldstone wall.
“We’ve come to a gate,” Jase said, having the report from Kaplan and Polano, who had the vantage up there.
“Whether they’ll open it will say something,” Bren said.
“We can take it down,” Jase said. “That’s no problem—if you need it.”
“We’ll see,” Bren said, and looked up as Banichi arrived beside his seat.
“When we get to the Kadagidi house, Bren-ji,” Banichi said, bypassing the question of modality, “we will bring the bus as far as the front porch, at an angle where sniping from the roof is not easy.
“Jase-nandi,—one understands the armor is good against armor-piercing rounds?”
Jase looked at Bren, wanting translation.
Bren gave it.
“Yes,” Jase said in Ragi, and nodded. “No problem, Banichi-nadi.” And in ship-speak: “Rules of engagement, Bren.”
Bren translated the question.
“Fire only if fired upon,” Banichi said. “Avoid servants and civilians.”
Bren translated that, too.
“This is the plan,” Banichi said to Jase, leaning on Bren’s seat-back. “We would ask Kaplan and Polano to go out the instant we stop, and take position to screen us from fire as we exit the bus.”
“Exit the bus,” Bren said, interrupting his translation. “Banichi-ji—”
“If the situation calls for it, Bren-ji, we all four will escort you out. Onlyif the situation calls for it. And, much as your aishid covets the honor of defending you, stay behind Jase’s bodyguards and do not go beyond one step from the bus. Your greatest danger is a sniper in the upper floors. Pay attention to that. We shall. The house will be on the right side of the bus and we will pull up close to the door to inconvenience targeting from those floors. A grenade remains a possibility. We can do nothing about that—except interest them in finding out what we have to say, and be aware whether those upstairs windows are open or shut.”
“Understood.”
“And, Bren-ji, you will notaccept an invitation to tea in this house.”
“I promise that,” he said with a startled laugh. But it did nothing for his nerves.
“The gate is opening,” Jase said in Ragi.
Banichi straightened. “So. We shall see.”
The bus started to move. The road between the gate and the Kadagidi front door was not as long a drive as that from Tatiseigi’s gate to the house. It was a gravel road, by the sound under the tires, and the bus gathered more speed than it had used thus far, not all-out, but not losing any time, either.
“They’re going to let the bus all the way up to the house?” Jase asked. “What if we’reloaded with explosives?”
Bren shook his head. “We’re the good guys, remember. Guild regulations. A historic site, and civilians. We’re supposed to finesse the situation all the way. And of course they’resupposed to talk to us, on their side, lord to lord. If they refuse to talk to us, we have an automatic complaint—for what it’s worth.”
“This is that ‘little risk’ you were talking about. Going out there.”
“Banichi’s thinking this through. He has a reason. The dowager’s men, back there, may get off, too; and if they do, keep the aisle clear. And if things do go to hell, just get down below the windows and let the driver follow his orders, one of which is to get you out of here.”
“God, you’re insane on this planet.”
“It’s an eminently reasonable system—when you’re not dealing with scoundrels.”
“The hell.” Jase levered himself to his feet and went up to Kaplan and Polano, delivering low, quick instructions of his own. Bren couldn’t hear exactly what he said, above the noise of the bus, but Kaplan and Polano nodded solemnly more than once. Jase clapped each on the shoulder and returned to his seat, while Kaplan and Polano started putting their mirror-faced helmets on—their smallest movements accompanied by a whining sound that rose above the roar of the bus on the gravel.
“They understand,” Jase said. “Those helmets have sensors. They can see behindthe wall. Three-sixty and overhead. They’ll know where we are and once they’ve mapped that, they’ll spot any other movement. I warned them about grenades. And snipers.”
“Is there going to be any complaint from the captains on this?” Bren asked. “Say I asked it. Urgently, I asked it.”
“Understood. And understand that they’re here to handle whatever my presence or those kids’ presence might provoke. I’dsay this is partly due to my presence. For the record.”
The bus had begun the curve that would lead it right in front of the house. Bren caught a scant glimpse of the stone facade, past Jase’s men, a blockish, formal Padi Valley style manor, in situation and aspect not unlike Tirnamardi.
A fortress, in the day of cavalry attacks and short-range cannon, with windows only on the high upper floors.
“The paidhi-aiji and the ship-aiji have come to call on Lord Aseida,” Bren heard Banichi say, talking on Guild communications while the bus rolled. The calm tones had a surreal quality, as if it were old territory, a scene revisited again and again. “They are guests of your next-door neighbor the Atageini lord, and they have been personally inconvenienced by actions confessed to have originated from these grounds. These are matters far above the Guild, nadi, and regarding your lord’s status within the aishidi’tat. Advise your lord of it.”
Time to pay the rent on the estate at Najida. He’d said it. Lordships came with responsibilities.
And one didn’tgive tactical orders to one’s bodyguard.
The bus gathered speed, took a gentle curve, and then ran into shadow, the Kadagidi house looming between them and the cloudless sunrise. A hedge passed the window, then a windowless expanse of pale stonework, ancient limestone, and vines, passing more and more slowly as the bus braked.
Full stop. Immediately the driver opened the door. “Go,” Jase said in ship-speak, and Kaplan and Polano immediately took the steps, jumped from the last one and landed on their feet as if the armor weighed nothing—gyros, Bren thought distractedly. Beyond the windshield, now that they could see, and about a bus length ahead, were low, rounded steps, a single open door, and black-uniformed Kadagidi Guild arriving outside to meet them with rifles in hand.