scowl.
"You will forget you entered this suite. You will forget you saw anyone here," Haget said. "In fact, you will return to your quarters and stay there. Do you understand? Or do you require instruction more direct than what you got at P. Jaksonica?"
Jo had seen frightened people but none more frightened than Cholot. Even so, she did not trust his terror. He was too used to having his own way.
Era Vadja said, "That man could be trouble. He sits around brooding; he'll think up ways to cause us grief."
"Maybe," Haget admitted. "And maybe he'll find all he can handle. Klass. Keep an eye on him."
There was another knock. This one was diffident.
"Now what?" Haget pointed toward cover again.
Jo found Chief Timmerbach twitching in the passage. "I need to see the Commander."
She stepped aside. Timmerbach moved past like a man marching to his own execution. Haget came out. "What is it?"
"Problems with the Web. We may shift to an alternate strand next anchor point. This one has begun to sag and mist. It shows feathering, too."
"Presence?"
"No feel of it yet. But we're running with the feathering."
"You've slowed ship?"
"To a crawl."
"Very well. I don't expect there's anything I can do."
"There never was anything anybody could do. I just wanted you to know we might fall behind schedule." He fled.
Haget observed, "A dozen ships a year disappear on the Web."
But never a Guardship, Jo reflected. Whatever it was, it did not trifle with the invincible.
— 15 —
Valerena glimpsed motion down the corridor. "He decided to come."
Blessed said, "This is pointless. You can't suborn Lupo. You can't even make Grandfather think you suborned him. Lupo is the one man he trusts. And with good reason."
"What do you know? You're still a child."
"I know you can't reach Simon Tregesser without going through Lupo Provik. Lupo can't be bought. If you can't bribe Lupo, you have to kill him. And he won't let you."
Valerena sneered. She was sure every man had his weakness or price. "What course would you suggest, beloved child?"
"Patience."
"Patience? What kind of suggestion is that?"
"Simon Tregesser is old. He has physical problems. Let time do the dirty work."
"He speaks more wisely than I expected." Lupo Provik skewered Valerena with the ice of his devil eyes. "You wanted to see me?"
Valerena shivered. That look. It haunted her. It seemed she had faced it before. "What
is
your price, Lupo?"
"I'm priceless, Valerena."
Blessed giggled.
Valerena stifled her anger. "There's no hope you'd help me take control?"
"None."
"And you'd resist me if I tried?"
"Of course. But you have no need. Your father isn't immortal."
"What will
you
do when he dies?"
"Go on. My second loyalty is to the House."
"Would that be true if my father didn't die of natural causes?"
"When the man is dead, he's dead. I'll defend him but not his ghost. I'm no avenger. I'm a tactician and strategist." What might have been a smile tugged at his mouth.
"I see. Maybe you're right. Maybe I should curb my impatience. I do have all but the final power now, don't I?"
"Indeed. Your father has indulged your every whim. Occasionally he's regretted that."
"And will you support me as devoutly, Lupo?" Blessed asked.
Valerena shot him a venomous look.
"Of course."
"That will be all, Lupo," Valerena snapped. "I just wanted to make sure of what I already knew."
Provik responded with a slight bow. As he departed, he reiterated, "Be patient, Valerena. It's the safer course."
He was gone. She spun on Blessed. "You'd better watch that sarcastic mouth."
"Yes, Mother. What now? I can't picture you taking advice just because it's good."
Valerena glared. "Contrary to what you and they believe, there
are
pathways to my father that don't lead through Lupo Provik."
Blessed smiled at her taut back as she stamped away.
— 16 —
The first refugees reached the ruins soon after the uprising began. The Immunes accepted them though that meant a drain on resources. After the
"You will forget you entered this suite. You will forget you saw anyone here," Haget said. "In fact, you will return to your quarters and stay there. Do you understand? Or do you require instruction more direct than what you got at P. Jaksonica?"
Jo had seen frightened people but none more frightened than Cholot. Even so, she did not trust his terror. He was too used to having his own way.
Era Vadja said, "That man could be trouble. He sits around brooding; he'll think up ways to cause us grief."
"Maybe," Haget admitted. "And maybe he'll find all he can handle. Klass. Keep an eye on him."
There was another knock. This one was diffident.
"Now what?" Haget pointed toward cover again.
Jo found Chief Timmerbach twitching in the passage. "I need to see the Commander."
She stepped aside. Timmerbach moved past like a man marching to his own execution. Haget came out. "What is it?"
"Problems with the Web. We may shift to an alternate strand next anchor point. This one has begun to sag and mist. It shows feathering, too."
"Presence?"
"No feel of it yet. But we're running with the feathering."
"You've slowed ship?"
"To a crawl."
"Very well. I don't expect there's anything I can do."
"There never was anything anybody could do. I just wanted you to know we might fall behind schedule." He fled.
Haget observed, "A dozen ships a year disappear on the Web."
But never a Guardship, Jo reflected. Whatever it was, it did not trifle with the invincible.
— 15 —
Valerena glimpsed motion down the corridor. "He decided to come."
Blessed said, "This is pointless. You can't suborn Lupo. You can't even make Grandfather think you suborned him. Lupo is the one man he trusts. And with good reason."
"What do you know? You're still a child."
"I know you can't reach Simon Tregesser without going through Lupo Provik. Lupo can't be bought. If you can't bribe Lupo, you have to kill him. And he won't let you."
Valerena sneered. She was sure every man had his weakness or price. "What course would you suggest, beloved child?"
"Patience."
"Patience? What kind of suggestion is that?"
"Simon Tregesser is old. He has physical problems. Let time do the dirty work."
"He speaks more wisely than I expected." Lupo Provik skewered Valerena with the ice of his devil eyes. "You wanted to see me?"
Valerena shivered. That look. It haunted her. It seemed she had faced it before. "What
is
your price, Lupo?"
"I'm priceless, Valerena."
Blessed giggled.
Valerena stifled her anger. "There's no hope you'd help me take control?"
"None."
"And you'd resist me if I tried?"
"Of course. But you have no need. Your father isn't immortal."
"What will
you
do when he dies?"
"Go on. My second loyalty is to the House."
"Would that be true if my father didn't die of natural causes?"
"When the man is dead, he's dead. I'll defend him but not his ghost. I'm no avenger. I'm a tactician and strategist." What might have been a smile tugged at his mouth.
"I see. Maybe you're right. Maybe I should curb my impatience. I do have all but the final power now, don't I?"
"Indeed. Your father has indulged your every whim. Occasionally he's regretted that."
"And will you support me as devoutly, Lupo?" Blessed asked.
Valerena shot him a venomous look.
"Of course."
"That will be all, Lupo," Valerena snapped. "I just wanted to make sure of what I already knew."
Provik responded with a slight bow. As he departed, he reiterated, "Be patient, Valerena. It's the safer course."
He was gone. She spun on Blessed. "You'd better watch that sarcastic mouth."
"Yes, Mother. What now? I can't picture you taking advice just because it's good."
Valerena glared. "Contrary to what you and they believe, there
are
pathways to my father that don't lead through Lupo Provik."
Blessed smiled at her taut back as she stamped away.
— 16 —
The first refugees reached the ruins soon after the uprising began. The Immunes accepted them though that meant a drain on resources. After the
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