Lowlands. That kept her going.
Then she met Tisamon, who gave her another purpose, gave her – curse the man! – even a normal chance at life. And now he has gone, and she has nothing.’
‘And so you want her put into my plans, somehow. You think I can find her a purpose. You have a scheme?’ Stenwold said. ‘Destrachis, I do not mean to insult you . .
.’
The doctor watched him with a faint smile, waiting.
Stenwold sighed, and continued. ‘My people say that Spiders always look in at least two directions at once. I confess I have been an intelligencer for twenty years, but I cannot read you.
We Beetles are infants at these games compared to you. So what precisely do you want?’
Destrachis waited a long time before answering, still with that slight smile. ‘Ah Master Maker,’ he said at last. ‘I would tell you that I am a man of medicine and have a duty
to my patient. Or insist that even Spiders know some little of honour and duty. I would tell you that I genuinely care that Felise Mienn, having suffered so much, should be happy, and does not
destroy herself. I would tell you all of this, and you’d not believe a word of it, so therefore what can I tell you?’
‘Tell me your plan.’
‘I am no tactician,’ the Spider said, ‘however I understand this: the Wasps have more soldiers than you have – than you and the Sarnesh and all the little cities put
together. The Empire is very large, the Wasps and their warriors are very many.’
‘We have the Spiderlands,’ Stenwold pointed out.
‘You do not trust me, and yet you suggest relying on the Spiderlands,’ Destrachis said disdainfully.
Stenwold nodded, conceding the point. ‘Then you are essentially correct, yes.’
‘So you make enemies for the Wasps – as with Solarno, for I have heard about this from your niece. Now the Wasps have another city to keep under control, another battle to
fight.’
‘The Wasps took Solarno of their own will,’ Stenwold argued.
Destrachis shrugged. ‘Still, there are a few thousand Wasps there now who won’t be at the gates of Sarn. Well, then, the Wasps have other enemies.’
Stenwold opened his mouth, then shut it again. Des-trachis waited for the moment of comprehension, for the moment when Stenwold said, ‘You mean Felise’s own people? You’re
talking about the Commonweal.’
Destrachis nodded evenly.
‘But there’s been no contact, no diplomatic relations at all – and besides, they must know—’
‘What do they know?’ Destrachis interrupted him. ‘What do most of your people know about the Twelve-Year War? The Commonweal is very old, and it has been collapsing in stages
since long before the Empire ever arose from the dust. To the Dragonfly-kinden, everyone living outside their borders is a barbarian. There are only a few who have any interest in the Lowlands
– such as your man who now fights with Sarn.’
Destrachis has been busy listening, I see. In fact Stenwold could hardly blame him.
‘If the Empire is attacking the Lowlands,’ the Spider continued, ‘then the land lost by the Dragonflies in the Twelve-Year War is open to being reclaimed, but the Commonweal
must be made to understand that. They must be invited to join us, for they are a formal people. Felise can be your safe passage. Whatever she has done, she is still one of them.’
‘And you would come along as well?’ Stenwold asked him.
‘I would, but if this plan is to be of any assistance we must leave now, and by air. Otherwise your cities will have fallen by the time we even make our request.’
‘And if the Dragonflies should attack the Empire . . . well, the Wasps have a lot of soldiers but they cannot be everywhere at once. Especially if Teornis can persuade the Spiderlands to
rise up also . . .’
‘For you and for Felise, Master Maker,’ Destrachis said. ‘I do not ask this for any profit to myself.’
Stenwold stared at his hands once more. ‘It could work. And you’re right, we must
Then she met Tisamon, who gave her another purpose, gave her – curse the man! – even a normal chance at life. And now he has gone, and she has nothing.’
‘And so you want her put into my plans, somehow. You think I can find her a purpose. You have a scheme?’ Stenwold said. ‘Destrachis, I do not mean to insult you . .
.’
The doctor watched him with a faint smile, waiting.
Stenwold sighed, and continued. ‘My people say that Spiders always look in at least two directions at once. I confess I have been an intelligencer for twenty years, but I cannot read you.
We Beetles are infants at these games compared to you. So what precisely do you want?’
Destrachis waited a long time before answering, still with that slight smile. ‘Ah Master Maker,’ he said at last. ‘I would tell you that I am a man of medicine and have a duty
to my patient. Or insist that even Spiders know some little of honour and duty. I would tell you that I genuinely care that Felise Mienn, having suffered so much, should be happy, and does not
destroy herself. I would tell you all of this, and you’d not believe a word of it, so therefore what can I tell you?’
‘Tell me your plan.’
‘I am no tactician,’ the Spider said, ‘however I understand this: the Wasps have more soldiers than you have – than you and the Sarnesh and all the little cities put
together. The Empire is very large, the Wasps and their warriors are very many.’
‘We have the Spiderlands,’ Stenwold pointed out.
‘You do not trust me, and yet you suggest relying on the Spiderlands,’ Destrachis said disdainfully.
Stenwold nodded, conceding the point. ‘Then you are essentially correct, yes.’
‘So you make enemies for the Wasps – as with Solarno, for I have heard about this from your niece. Now the Wasps have another city to keep under control, another battle to
fight.’
‘The Wasps took Solarno of their own will,’ Stenwold argued.
Destrachis shrugged. ‘Still, there are a few thousand Wasps there now who won’t be at the gates of Sarn. Well, then, the Wasps have other enemies.’
Stenwold opened his mouth, then shut it again. Des-trachis waited for the moment of comprehension, for the moment when Stenwold said, ‘You mean Felise’s own people? You’re
talking about the Commonweal.’
Destrachis nodded evenly.
‘But there’s been no contact, no diplomatic relations at all – and besides, they must know—’
‘What do they know?’ Destrachis interrupted him. ‘What do most of your people know about the Twelve-Year War? The Commonweal is very old, and it has been collapsing in stages
since long before the Empire ever arose from the dust. To the Dragonfly-kinden, everyone living outside their borders is a barbarian. There are only a few who have any interest in the Lowlands
– such as your man who now fights with Sarn.’
Destrachis has been busy listening, I see. In fact Stenwold could hardly blame him.
‘If the Empire is attacking the Lowlands,’ the Spider continued, ‘then the land lost by the Dragonflies in the Twelve-Year War is open to being reclaimed, but the Commonweal
must be made to understand that. They must be invited to join us, for they are a formal people. Felise can be your safe passage. Whatever she has done, she is still one of them.’
‘And you would come along as well?’ Stenwold asked him.
‘I would, but if this plan is to be of any assistance we must leave now, and by air. Otherwise your cities will have fallen by the time we even make our request.’
‘And if the Dragonflies should attack the Empire . . . well, the Wasps have a lot of soldiers but they cannot be everywhere at once. Especially if Teornis can persuade the Spiderlands to
rise up also . . .’
‘For you and for Felise, Master Maker,’ Destrachis said. ‘I do not ask this for any profit to myself.’
Stenwold stared at his hands once more. ‘It could work. And you’re right, we must
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