Imager’s Intrigue

49

When I woke early on Jeudi, four digits of snow covered the ground, and it was falling so thickly and quickly that I couldn’t see the wall that surrounded our courtyard. I went downstairs in my nightclothes and loaded more coal in the stoves, then washed my hands in the kitchen and slipped into bed next to Seliora.

“You’re not going to NordEste today…”

“I’m not?” she said sleepily.

“Not unless you want to walk four milles though snow…”

Not that we had that long together before Diestrya joined us and I finally got up.

After breakfast, I still trudged through the snow to the infirmary to check with Draffyd on Glendyl. I had to wait a bit.

“Have you been here long?” he asked as he stepped out of one the surgical rooms.

“Not really long.”

He gestured toward the room he just left. “One of the dining hall workers slipped on the snow and fell. She hit her arm on one of the stone walls outside the hall and broke it.” He paused. “What can I do for you?”

“Is Glendyl still here?”

“I’d thought to let him leave today, but with this weather…”

“That makes it easier for me to talk to him.”

“He’s not happy with you, or the Collegium.”

“He’d have lost even more if I hadn’t gone to Ferravyl when I did.”

“He doesn’t think so.”

“Has he said anything to you?”

“Besides complain about everything here in the infirmary? Not much. He hasn’t said a word about you or Maitre Dyana, or the Ferrans, if that’s what you’re asking.”

I grinned. “I was.”

“He’s in the same chamber.”

“Thank you.” I nodded and walked down the corridor and into the Councilor’s room. The walls were the same gray, but Glendyl had obviously sent for items to make his stay more comfortable. He was seated in an armchair that certainly wasn’t from the Collegium, and he wore a silken dressing gown. He set down a file of papers and looked at me, but did not speak.

“Good morning, Councilor.”

“What’s good about it? It’s snowing, and I can’t leave. My works are falling apart as we speak, and there’s nothing I can do about it while I’m stuck here.”

“Well…you are alive, and you might not be.”

“And I may be ruined because of you.”

I shook my head. “I didn’t have anything to do with your business decisions. I also didn’t have anything to do with the decision of the Ferrans to target your engine works.”

“I’m sorry, Maitre Rhennthyl, but I have trouble believing that.”

“Why would I want your engine works, especially the turbine buildings, destroyed? There’s been far too much destruction already.”

“They wouldn’t have set off the explosions if you hadn’t visited the works.”

“Oh? That almost sounds like you were in collusion with them.”

“That’s not what I said. It’s not what I meant. If you’d just told me that you suspected that, I could have had my people look quietly, and none of that would have happened.”

His answer tended to confirm some of my suspicions. “That’s possible. You have to remember that I don’t happen to have all the information that Master Dichartyn had.”

“I had not thought of it that way.” He smiled politely and slightly knowingly.

“Besides Suyrien and Haebyn, how much did you get advanced through the Banque D’Ouestan?”

His eyes narrowed. “That’s…I don’t believe I ever mentioned the Banque D’Ouestan.”

He’d been about to tell me that advances from the banque were none of my business, although that one word and subsequent denial scarcely amounted to proof. “I thought it had to be an outland banque.”

“You’re inventing things, Maitre Rhennthyl.”

“Perhaps, but I didn’t invent the bombardment of Imagisle or the destruction of your works, or explosions all across Solidar, or a number of funds transfers of a questionable nature, or your debts to High Holder Suyrien.”

“Indebtedness, if repaid under the terms agreed upon, isn’t a crime.”

“I also didn’t invent Ferran agents infiltrating your works, and one of them shooting you, and probably Suyrien the Elder.”

“I suggest, Maitre Rhennthyl, that the Collegium should work to deal with those problems, and not waste time interrogating those of us who have already suffered enough.”

“The Collegium has also suffered, honored Councilor, and it appears as though the problems we and you have suffered are linked to many other people and problems. I’m just a poor imager trying to figure out what is linked to what, because it appears all too many people do not wish to have others know what they have done or what they owe to whom for what. Yet debts and obligations, and struggles over them, can lead to consequences just as deadly as explosions and murders.” I inclined my head. “I will not trouble you more at present, and I hope that you will be able to return to your own estate as safely as possible once the snow clears.”

He barely nodded in return.

When I left the infirmary, I walked through the still-falling powdery snow to the administration building and my study. When I had time, if I ever did, I wanted to create a standardized form for those reports and a set of guidelines for filling them in. But, like many things, that was going to have to wait.

I found Kahlasa, and we went into Schorzat’s study.

He looked up from his desk with an expression of what I could only have termed watchful wariness. “Yes, sir?”

“The Naval Command will have a fast frigate in Westisle by next Jeudi. We’ll need to get the imagers we pick on the ironway late on Solayi. Oh…and the master in charge of the operation is Dartazn.”

That brought another wary look.

“Maitre Dyana refused to let anyone besides a Maitre D’Aspect be considered, and I doubted that it would be a good idea to have Kahlasa go.” I smiled. “Given that, and the fact that there’s really no one to replace Baratyn, who would you pick?”

“Dartazn’s probably the best choice.”

“He’s a good choice,” added Kahlasa. “He’s the kind that all the juniors look up to.”

Unfortunately, I understood that all too well. Dartazn radiated almost a boyish enthusiasm, along with quiet confidence. That was one reason why I’d thought of him.

“You’re asking them to do dangerous duty, aren’t you?” asked Schorzat. “Do you think that’s a fair thing to do for junior imagers?”

“It’s far more fair than letting them be shot by assassins as was the case when I was a second. It’s far more fair than eventually letting the Ferrans dominate the world and attempt to destroy us all. But is it fair? No. It’s just the only practical alternative now that the Council has managed to put us all in this position.”

“Setting fires in Ferrum won’t solve the problem, Maitre.”

“It all depends on how and where it’s done,” I pointed out. “For the moment, however, I need you and Kahlasa to make the arrangements for thirty imagers to travel to Westisle on the express leaving L’Excelsis on Solayi evening. There may not be that many, but it’s easier to leave spaces than to find them.”

“Reynol won’t be happy at that large a draw on the accounts,” Schorzat pointed out.

“He probably won’t be, but that’s what we need.”

No one was going to be happy, because at least half of the seconds and thirds would probably be drawn from those employed in the armory or workshops in various specialties.

By the time I headed back to my study, Dartazn had arrived and was waiting patiently. “I’m sorry. I had a few loose ends to deal with.”

“I can imagine. I was a little late because I had to turn over some things to Martyl. He’s going to be very busy once the Council starts meeting next month.”

Although that was four weeks away, I wouldn’t even have any idea of how well what I was planning had turned out by then, or even if Dartazn and the fleet had been able to execute it. I shook off that thought and opened the study door. “We’d better get started.”

I spent close to two glasses working with Dartazn and with maps of Ferrum, especially the one of Ferrial, which was not only the capital, but also a port. After that, we went to visit Chassendri in her laboratory, where she gave us both, but especially Dartazn, more information and demonstrations on various flammables that were easy to image.

Then we had lunch in the dining hall, and afterward Dartazn resumed working with Chassendri, while I took a glass to read through the various reports from regionals and Patrol Commanders that had arrived over the past week. From those reports, it appeared as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred anywhere in Solidar. That is, no Ferrans exploded anything, and no prominent figures had been assassinated.

On the other hand, elveweed use and deaths were beginning to rise again. Another grain ware house near Piedryn had burned under suspicious circumstances, and the snow levels in the eastern mountains were exceptionally light for late fall and early winter, suggesting more conflict over water rights in late summer, unless snowfall levels improved.

When I finished reading through the reports, I went to find Rholyn, but he wasn’t around. So I left word with the duty prime that I needed to see him and told her to check his study occasionally and let him know if he returned. Then I pondered whether I dared to approach Iryela and Kandryl to see if they could pressure the Banque D’Rivages to reveal more. While Ryel House essentially owned the banque, they didn’t take part in the day-to-day operations.

At a quint past third glass, Rholyn knocked and stepped into my study. “You were looking for me?”

“As a matter of fact, I was. I was hoping you might be able to tell me why Haestyr requested your presence in Asseroiles in the middle of all the problems here at the Collegium.”

Rholyn settled into the chair across from me. “He wants to be Chief Councilor. He feels that Ramsael isn’t strong enough to maintain leadership. He’s also worried that you’re too young to have as much power and influence as you do.”

“I can’t imagine that he said that. Exactly how did he convey it?”

Rholyn chuckled. “He suggested that you had demonstrated remarkable acuity for a Maitre who combined such power and relative lack of experience in dealing with the complexities of politics in a land such as Solidar, and that he hoped you would come to realize that friendship with High Holders is based only on their belief that you will further their ends.”

“He’s certainly right about all of that, except perhaps the ‘remarkable acuity.’ That’s flattery to a purpose.” It also suggested that Haestyr was well aware of Seliora’s dislike of his son Alhyral, and that Haestyr simply wanted to keep me from being influenced by any High Holder, knowing that was probably the best he could do. “He must know that he’ll never be Chief Councilor, and that you know that as well. What did he really want?”

“He never says. He’s very indirect.”

I waited. I was getting very tired of waiting when people expected me to ask a question, but waiting was far better than asking the wrong question.

Finally, Rholyn smiled. “You and Maitre Poincaryt.”

I didn’t ask that question, either. I just returned the smile.

“Haestyr believes that the measures that Suyrien slipped into the low justice reforms need to be revisited, particularly the change from harvest valuation to year-end valuation.”

“That wasn’t too popular to begin with, I understand.”

“No…but some of the High Holders didn’t fully understand.”

“I don’t see why that makes any difference. All of them but Suyrien voted against the measure.” Actually, I did see the difference. They’d pressure the factor and artisan Councilors to change their votes, just the way that Haebyn had pressured Glendyl to cut off engines and supplies to Broussard.

Rholyn shrugged. “He feels strongly about it.”

“Did he say why? Or indicate otherwise?”

“He only said that it was a bad idea, badly executed. When I asked him why, he just said that he didn’t have to explain.”

I nodded, although I didn’t believe him. I had to wonder why Rholyn was still the Collegium Councilor. Surely, Maitre Poincaryt had seen through him. I managed not to show any reaction as I realized just why Rholyn was a Councilor…and even why I’d been asked to paint his portrait years before. “Did he ask for you to consider any other proposals?”

“No. He did say that he hoped the Council would finally understand the need for more modern warships, now that it was less likely that they would believe that Suyrien had pressed for them solely for his own benefit.”

“Did he mention Ruelyr?”

“I don’t believe that he did…”

We talked for a while longer, but I learned nothing more from Rholyn’s words, only what he had wanted me to, which was what I’d expected. Then he left, and I went back to reading the reports I hadn’t finished.

The snow was tapering off when I left my study and trudged back toward the house.