“It’s an intricate tale,” he said, “of which the sum is that we are unlikely to see queens in Netznegon again. But I’ll begin with Cleudi’s plan for having the nobles gather taxes in their seignories. They would not have it.”
“Something like that seemed to be happening when I was at the conference of court,” said Rodvard.
“They say there was a scene to remember when Florestan told the old bitch there was no more money,” Slair went on with a laugh. “She beat him about the head with a slipper1 and for days he wore a patch over one eye.”
Lalette said; “She is your queen.” (She wanted to cry out, to say something that would drive this man to fury.)
Rodvard drew her hand toward him, but she pulled it away; Demadé Slair said; “I crave2 your pardon, demoiselle; truly. I did not know you were so royalist. . . . Then Brunivar fell. You heard of it?”
Rodvard said; “I have had little news, buried in Charalkis; only that there were troubles.”
“Attainted of treasons, and sent to the throat-cutter. The case was pressed by the Duke of Aggermans, very violent against him, no one altogether knows why.”
“I think I could find a reason.”
“No doubt, with your stone. But d’you see the situation that left? With Brunivar gone, there’s no regent-apparent in the case of Her Majesty’s death, which may fall any day. I think it was you who sent word to the Center that Florestan expected the regency in his room. Very like he would have had it, too, but for the tax matter; but the regency question furnishing an excuse the nobles summoned a general assembly of all the estates, and once they were met, they began to consider everything.”
“And the revolt?”
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“Oh, it began in the west—at Veierelden, with some of the army and not with our party at all. Brunivar’s people joined, setting forward the name of Prince Pavinius, and how he was wrongfully set aside from the succession, and had long since abandoned being an Amorosian. They even persuaded the old man to come out of Mayern and raise his standard. Most of the nobles have gone there with what troops there are, but I don’t know how much fighting there has been. Neither side’s very anxious for war. The important thing is that the great assembly was left in session with the nobles out of it, and you can see what that means.”
“Not quite. Enlighten me.”
“Why our party in the majority and Mathurin in control of everything.”
Rodvard turned a face of utter astonishment3. “Mathurin? How—What—? I might have thought Dr. Remigorius—”
Slair laughed again, a sharp bark. “Bergelin, for one who can see the thoughts in a head, you are the ignorantest man I have seen—or one of the cleverest.” He shot a quick glance of suspicion at Rodvard. “You truly did not know that Mathurin was the head of the High Center, the major leader of the Sons? As for Remigorius, the less you mention him, the better. Some connections are not quite healthy.”
“I did not know,” said Rodvard slowly (trying in his mind to re-assort the tumbled building-blocks of his world). “But I? The Blue Star’s a treasure, but why send a ship for such a mouse as I am?”
“Answer your own question, friend Bergelin. Look, here’s Pavinius; the court; our party with its control of the great assembly; maybe some of Tritulaccan tendency, and a few Amorosians—all opposed to each other. You are the only man we know can untangle where the true loyalties4 lie and discover whom we can trust.”
“But surely, this is not the only Blue Star.”
“The only one we can be sure of. We know the court butler Tuolén had one; perhaps there is one or more in Pavinius’ party.”
“You say ‘had.’ Does Tuolén have it no longer?”
Slair looked sidewise (with something a little savage5 in his glance). “An accident befell him. You know Mathurin.”
Said Lalette; “If I understand what you mean, you had him killed. But this would not affect the Blue Star itself.”
“Not if we could find the heiress. And there’s another question also; suppose we have found her, does she know enough of the Art to make the Star active? True witches are very hard to find, with the episcopals so bitter against the Art on the one hand, and the Amorosians draining so many off to Mancherei on the other.”
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“My mother—” began Lalette.
“Oh, Mathurin followed that line up long ago. She could instruct, but would she? I think not for our party; the last I heard she had followed Cleudi and the court out to Zenss. You two are our mainstay.”
Rodvard (thinking of the witch of Kazmerga, and thinking also that it would be little good for the Sons of the New Day to have commerce with her) said; “It should not be hard to trace Tuolén’s heiress. I was in the Office of Pedigree myself once.”
“One more reason why you’re a figure. I’ll conceal6 nothing; most of those who can read the old hands, or trace the pedigrees, are either fled with the court or little trusty. We dare not place reliance in them; and it’s a matter of hurry with the armies in the west both anxious to do us harms, and even the Tritulaccans calling out new troops.”
A whistle blew; men moved among the ropes, the ship changed slant7. Rodvard said; “What you say is very strange. I would like to know—”
“Ah, enough of politics for now. I must make my apologies to this lovely demoiselle for having spoken unthinkingly.” He offered his arm to Lalette. “Will you honor me?”
Rodvard was left standing9; and not for the only time either, in the next three or four days, for Lalette formed the habit of walking with Slair along the deck, she laughing and both of them talking of trifles in a manner that seemed to Rodvard inane10 and pointless. Of an evening the girl would hardly speak at all, or if she did so, it was in a flat voice, shunning11 his eyes, so that he could tell little of what she was thinking; at night, she shut herself in her lock-bed before undressing. This became so intolerable that at last he rose one night and tapped on the door of her bed.
“Open,” he said, and over the noise of the thuttering rigging, heard her say faintly, “Rodvard, no.”
“Open, I say,” he cried again. “You must hear me.”
There was a silence of seven breaths, and then he heard her spin the lock.
“Lalette,” he said, “why do you treat me so?”
“Have I treated you worse than you have treated me?”
(He fought back an impulse to a retort that would bring angers.) “I do not know that I follow all you mean.”
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(There was only night-shine from the window, she emboldened12 at knowing he could not learn her fullest thought.) “Will you still say you did not cheat me? Now that I know you were always one of the Sons of the New Day. Tuolén had an accident—and the doorman at your house—and how many more? I used to believe in some things before you trapped me.”
“No trap,” said he, jerking back so violently he struck a beam and gave an exclamation13. “No trap. You cannot make a new world without destroying some of the old, and some suffer unjustly for every gain.”
In a small voice she said; “I feel—used.”
“Lalette,” he said gravely, and not taking offense14. “Listen to me. We of the Sons of the New Day are truly striving for a better world, one in which there are such things as honesty and justice for everyone. But this much I have learned, and not from Dr. Remigorius, that any such effort is a swimming against the world’s stream, and must be paid for. You feel used? Myself no less. But I like to think of myself as used for the betterment of men—perhaps by God.”
His voice was a little unsteady at the end, and now it was her turn to be silent for a moment. At last she said; “And how do you know the use is for betterment—not someone’s personal pleasure in ordering others? What you say is not too different from the teaching I heard at the couvertine. Only there they would say that God uses no earthly vessels15.”
“Do you believe that?”
“Ah, I do not know. I only know that I am tired, and alone, alone . . .” The words tailed off, he heard her shift in the darkness of the bed, and then the intake16 of a sob17.
“Lalette, don’t cry.” He bent18 over, wiping a tear from her face, then as it was followed by more, fell to kissing her eyes. “I love you” (for the first time since that night on the roofs). “Lalette, Lalette.” More and more he kissed, from eyes to lips, and she gripped her arms around him (because he was the nearest anchor in a shifting world), and his kissing turned to passion (as she had known it would, and what did it matter?) (But she was only a recipient19, and to Rodvard it was a relief and an agony. In that moment he wished it had been Leece.)
II
It was after sunset bell when they came upstream to Netznegon city, its gated towers rising dark against the west like the worn teeth of giants. Rodvard stood near the prow20, hearing the measured cry of seamen21 at the sweeps; through all he felt the golden note of glory returning. Dossola (he murmured to himself)—Dossola strong and fair, how shall I contribute to your greatness and so find my own? He felt himself making a poem of it, but in a rush of emotion so intense that he could not bring the rhymes quite true, nor the rhythm neither, quite; and when he tried to pause and think consciously of how the verses should go, the emotion vanished, and the dark city was only a tumbled pile of stone.
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The bridge leading to the southern suburbs blotted22 out the prospect23; little white cakes of ice came swimming like ducks down the stream, and the ship swung to its quay24, the one around the curve. There were lanterns there and a little group waiting; they must have been seen from the walls, and the word passed through to meet them. Someone hallooed to Rodvard from the stern of the ship; Demadé Slair was waiting there with Lalette, muffled25 close in her long cloak. (Rodvard thought: we are come back to Dossola, both of us, as naked as when we left it, but at least with more hope.) Said Slair:
“It would be as well to hurry. It does not do to be on the streets too much at night these days.”
(The back of Rodvard’s mind recognized that he had given Lalette no more than a priest’s argument that night in the lock-bed, and wished that he had found a better, since she must see the defect in this one. But what? How educate her to the ideal?) The plank26 was flung. Five or six men were at the other end, one of them in a provost’s cloak, but the shoes were not like what they should be, nor did the doublet seem to belong to the uniform. A longsword bulged27 out the cloak; the eyes flicked28 past Rodvard to rest on Lalette. Demadé Slair identified himself and shepherded his charges past a dark shed to the quay-side street. A man was there with a horse; Slair spoke8 to him, he swung himself into the saddle and rode off.
Said Rodvard (to say something); “That provost seemed in an inquiring mood.”
Slair; “This was no provost. The general assembly has abolished that hateful order. What you saw was a people’s guard.”
Rodvard; “This is a different Dossola.”
Slair; “It will be a better one.”
Lalette said; “Where are we going?”
“To the guest-house of the nation, that used to be the palace of Baron29 Ulutz, who has fled to join Pavinius. The man has gone for a carriage.”
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The conversation winked30 out. Around a corner of the street somewhere in the dim, there was a shout that came to them only as the confused “Yaya!” of many throats, followed by a crash of glass and then another shout. “What is it?” Rodvard looked at Slair.
“Some of the people, doubtless. You should know; there are many debts being paid these days.” He shrugged31.
Lalette stirred; (without the Blue Star’s intervention32 Rodvard knew that she would find in this wild lawlessness the case against his new day). He said; “Is there much of this from day to day?”
The man’s voice was indifferent. “Enough. It is mostly Zigraner moneylenders who suffer.”
Round the corner came a carriage with a single horse, the messenger riding ahead.
“You will report to the office of the committee at the second glass in the morning,” said Slair to the rider. The fellow’s chin was badly shaven; he leaned from the saddle and said; “Well, friend Slair, I will do the best I can, but it will be hard to ride more messages so early, for Mousey here is nearly done, and she’s my livelihood33.”
Rodvard now noticed that the horse was drooping34 with weariness, but Demadé Slair said; “If you lose one, there’s another. The people’s business will not wait. Be on time.”
The man got slowly down and patted the neck of the horse. “Friend Slair,” he said, “I am as much for the people as anyone, but there’s more to this than livelihood. This is my friend.” The tired horse sniffed35 at the hand he put up.
Slair surprisingly burst into laughter. “Go, then, with your friend. I’ll be your warranty36 if you are late.”
The carriage had wide seats; Lalette huddled37 down in the corner, so that Rodvard was barely touching38 the edge of her cloak, and Slair sat facing them. Beyond the corner, where the turbulence39 was, figures were visible at a little distance and torches moving, but nobody said anything in the vehicle (because, thought Rodvard, there was so much to say).
Presently they turned in at the gate of the wide-flung Ulutz palace, where some statue on the entrance-pillar had been thrown down, leaving broken stone across the cobbles. There were lights in the building, but no doorman. Demadé Slair led the way, and straight up the wide flight of marble steps to a tall-walled room, where he struck light to a candle. A huge bed stood in the corner, and one of the chairs had been slit40, so that the material of the upholstery flowed upon the carpet. “I bid you good-night,” said their guide. “There’s a kitchen below-stairs where you can have breakfast, and a messenger will call for you in the morning, friend Bergelin.”
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When they were alone, Lalette sat in the good chair with her hands in her lap, and looked at her feet. “Rodvard,” she said at last.
“Yes?” (His heart jumped hopefully.)
“Be careful. You are not so important to them as you think. If you were—gone, they might make me give the Blue Star to someone else.”
“Could they compel you to put the witchery on it?”
“No. But they might find another witch . . . Rodvard.”
He went over to her, but at his touch she made a small gesture of dismissal, as though to rebuke41 him for bringing something childish into a moment of utter intensity42.
“I am afraid, Rodvard. Don’t let them do that to me.”
He stepped away from her. “Ah, pest, you are shying at shadows. I am a member of the Sons; and even so you have the Art.”
“Yes. I have that.”
She only undressed to a shift, and wrapped it close around her, sleeping on the far side of the bed. The water was very cold.
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