53
Beware men in power who praise principles; they’re
either without them or lacking in perception
.
Mardi and Meredi were much the same as Lundi . . . with the exception of getting up each morning a glass and a half earlier to join Martyl, Dartazn, Baratyn, and four other imagers I’d never seen before-as well as Master Dichartyn-for a vigorous two-thirds of a glass worth of exercises and sparring led by Clovyl. He followed that by sending us on a three-mille run. I didn’t finish last in the run, but I wasn’t anywhere close to being first. Dartazn left us all well behind.
Jeudi started the same way, but once I got to the Chateau, there was a considerable difference. For one thing, there were only a handful of petitioners waiting, and all of them actually had letters from councilors granting them appointments at specific times. They all were also far better dressed and groomed, which confirmed more than a few of my suspicions.
I’d no sooner arrived than Baratyn handed me a pasteboard. “Factor Alhazyr has an appointment at eighth glass with Councilor Caartyl.”
I nodded and headed for the visitors’ gatehouse. I had to wonder what a factor wanted in dealing with the representative of the masonry guilds, but it could have been that Caartyl was the only one of the executive councilors who would grant Alhazyr an appointment.
Alhazyr was waiting, smiling pleasantly. He stepped forward and through the gate when his name was called. He wore a thin silvery vest-open and without buttons-over a pale green linen shirt and carried a thin leather folder, tucked under his left arm.
“This way, sir,” I offered.
He nodded in reply and followed me. We had climbed the outer steps and were crossing the grand foyer before he said another word. “You’re new.” His statement was not a question.
“Yes, sir.”
“There’s not much change in the staff, I understand.”
“No, sir.” I kept a quick pace, but managed to lead the factor by so little that we were close to abreast. Shields or no shields, the more I could see, the better I felt.
“That can be very good, or very bad.”
Since he hadn’t asked anything close to resembling a question, and we weren’t supposed to volunteer information, I just said, “Yes, sir.” Then I gestured for him to walk between the guards-and the angelicas-at the foot of the grand staircase.
He laughed softly.
As one of the three executive councilors, Councilor Caartyl had his study in the northwest corner. When we reached the door, I rapped and announced Factor Alhazyr.
“Escort him in, messenger.”
I opened the door, watching Alhazyr the entire time. He held an amused smile on his face, as if to indicate he knew I was more than a mere messenger. Once Alhazyr was inside, I closed the door and took a position beside it, ready to depart if the councilor wanted that. I hadn’t brought any petitioners to see Caartyl before, and while I knew his face, I hadn’t been all that close to him. I was surprised to see that he had stood when the door opened and that he was a good ten years younger than my father and wiry, with jet-black hair and a hawk nose. He gave me a quick glance before his eyes settled on Alhazyr.
“Honored councilor.” The factor inclined his head respectfully, but kept his hands in plain view, the left one still holding the thin leather folder. “I have brought the proposal I had mentioned earlier. I trust it will satisfy the concerns which you raised.” He stepped forward and carefully laid the leather folder on the edge of the desk, then stepped back.
Caartyl smiled faintly. “They were not my concerns, Factor Alhazyr, but ones raised on behalf of those whom I represent.”
“That speaks well of you. Not all in power would put the concerns of others above their own.”
“Most in power in Solidar must do so if they wish to retain power.”
“That is true, but it does not make your position less admirable,” replied Alhazyr.
“Nor yours, when most factors think only of this year’s golds.” Caartyl paused, then asked, “How do most factors feel about the embargo on Caenenan goods?”
“Those who are affected complain. Few believe it is a good idea or effective. It only raises the costs of goods in Solidar without hurting Caenen.”
“And makes the Abiertan merchants wealthy?”
“That, too.”
Caartyl nodded at the folder he had not touched. “I will study that.”
“That is all we could ask.” Alhazyr bowed again. “By your leave, honored councilor.”
Alhazyr said nothing the entire trip back to the gatehouse. There, he turned to me. “Thank you.” Then he left.
I handed the pasteboard back to the receiving guard and hurried back to the messengers’ study. I had barely seated myself on one of the benches when Baratyn peered in.
“Rhenn . . . has Factor Alhazyr departed?”
“Yes, sir.” Baratyn hadn’t asked that all week. Who was Alhazyr? What had been in the leather folder? It could have contained anything from letters of credit to who knew what.
“Good. You take the post in the east corridor off the councilors’ lounge. That way, all of them will get familiar with your face. Martyl is already at the post in the west corridor. When the councilors break for midday meal, so do you two, but afterward, switch places. Remember, if a councilor offers you a message, you say you’ll take care of it, but you can’t be out of sight of your post. If it’s farther than that, use the speaking tube to summon me or one of the regular messengers. Most of the councilors won’t ask you because they know that, but sometimes they’re in a hurry, and they know we’ll get the message or package delivered. You only take messages from the councilors themselves. Their aides have to bring letters or packages to the clerk next to the messengers’ study.”
I’d barely reached the corridor doorway to the councilors’ lounge and turned so that I could watch the corridor in both directions when Councilor Reyner hurried up past and entered the lounge. He didn’t even look at me.
A short time after that, one of the councilors’ aides appeared-they all wore pale blue waistcoats with a silver triangle embroidered over the left breast. He hurried into the lounge, and perhaps a half glass later left carrying a short stack of papers. Two other aides came and went in the same period. Then Dartazn escorted a factor past me to Councilor Haestyr’s study.
For the rest of the morning, that was the pattern-an occasional councilor coming or going, and aides carrying papers and folders in and out, and a scattered petitioner or two. I didn’t see Caartyl, but since his study was on the other side of the Chateau, he doubtless entered the chamber by the west entrance.
During the lunch break, Martyl and I gulped down a rice and lamb dish, and some lager, and then hurried back up to the Council level, where I moved to the west corridor. During the rest of the afternoon, I saw a few more councilors and a few less aides. About a fifth of a glass before four, the Council adjourned for the day, and the councilors returned to their studies or left the Chateau. For the next glass we stood by to escort any visitors. There were only two, and Dartazn took both. Then each of us accompanied a pair of obdurate guards as they inspected and closed down all the public rooms and the outside gardens of the Chateau. After that, Martyl, Dartazn, and I caught the duty coach back to the Collegium.
Once we were headed back, I asked, “Do you know what the Council was doing today?”
“No,” replied Dartazn. “We seldom know until later, not unless something special is scheduled, and we have extra duties.”
“The head clerk’s office prints a digest at the end of each week. It lists any laws or rules that affect Solidar
