Smoke’s smile grew. “It’s a custom as old as Taglios. With the force of law.”
I didn’t like the way he was getting happy. He thought he had a tool to use against me.
“A waste. Who takes care of the children? Never mind. I don’t care.” The concept was so alien I discounted it. I’m not sure I even believed him.
The Radisha said, “The custom is revered by everyone, even those who aren’t Gunni.”
“There are crazies everywhere. It’s a hideous practice. It should be abolished. But I’m not here to change any social sillinesses. We’re at war. We’ve suffered a setback. A lot of our men are trapped in Dejagore. It’s not likely we can save them. More are in flight. We can save some of those. And we have to raise new levies so we can cling to what we’ve gained.”
Swan said, “Sweetie, you’re missing the point.”
“I got the point, Swan. It’s irrelevant.” The Radisha said, “You’re a woman. You have no friends. Every man of any substance in every priesthood is going to make a point of your relationship with your Captain. A large point of your failure to commit suttee. That will weigh heavily with a large portion of the population.”
“It may be the custom. It’s an idiot custom and I’ll bet it’s not universal. I shan’t dignify the suggestion- unless I decide that for bringing it up the suggester will be delivered to his suggestion.” Smoke’s grin faded.
His eyes narrowed and clouded. His jaw dropped for a second. He was staring at my hand. I realized I’d picked up Narayan’s tic, was fingering the bit of yellow cloth peeping from my waist. Smoke’s color turned ghastly. I said, “Radisha, ask these two about my background.” I indicated Swan and Mather. They’d emigrated from my empire while I was at the pinnacle of my power. “Some of the Company have fallen but our contract remains in force. I intend to execute the undertaking.”
“Admirable. But you’ll find that a lot of people won’t want to let you do that.”
I shrugged. “What they want doesn’t matter. The contract has been made. Better understand that. You people think you know more about us than we do. You must know we don’t let anybody back out on a contract.”
The Radisha looked at me intently, unafraid, curious about my confident attitude here alone in a sea of enemies.
I said, “I’ll present a list of needs tomorrow. Manpower, drayage, animals, weapons, equipment.” Half of confidence is the appearance of confidence.
Somebody shouted from the stairwell. The Radisha signalled Mather, who checked it. He came back, said, “Jah’s kicking up a fuss. Wants to see you. Guess that means he knows you’re here.” I said, “Might as well meet him head on.”
“Tell them to bring him, Mather.”
Mather passed the word. We waited. The Radisha and I eyed one another like she-leopards. I asked, “Why are you afraid of the Company?”
She didn’t bat an eye. “You know quite well.”
“I do? I’ve studied the history of the Company in detail. I don’t recall anything that would explain your attitude.”
Smoke whispered something. I think he accused me of lying. I was developing an intense dislike for him.
Jahamaraj Jah swept in like a king.
I was curious to see how the Radisha handled the handicap of her sex.
In a moment I was curious to see how Jah handled his handicap. He had made his entrance dramatically. He had looked us over. We hadn’t responded to the gloriousness of his size, his wealthy apparel, the power he represented. Now he didn’t know what to do next.
He was a fool. Croaker hadn’t quite erred in ridding the Shadar of his predecessor. That man had been our enemy. But Jah wasn’t much of an improvement. He was all appearance without substance.
He was impressive for a Taglian, six feet and two hundred pounds, half a foot taller than average and much more massive. His skin was fairer than most- a desirable trait from the Taglian perspective. Wealthy women often spent their entire lives hiding from the sun. He was handsome even by northern standards. But his mouth was petulant and his eyes gave the impression he was a moment short of breaking into tears because he wasn’t getting his own way.
The Radisha gave him ten seconds, snapped, “You have something to say?”
Indecision. He was surrounded by people who had no use for him. Several would have cut his throat happily. Even Smoke found the nerve to look at him like he was a slug.
I said, “Caught by a jury of your enemies. I’d thought you were better at the game.”
“What game?” He wasn’t good at concealing his feelings. What he thought of me came through.
“Intrigue. That was a poor move, running at Dejagore. Everybody will blame you.”
“Hardly. The battle was lost. I made sure a force survived.”
“You ran out before it was decided. Your own men say so,” the Radisha snapped. “If you give us any grief we’ll remind the families of those men who aren’t coming home.”
Pure hatred. Jah wasn’t used to being thwarted. “I’m not accustomed to being threatened. I don’t tolerate it from anyone.”
I asked, “Do you recall how you came to power? People might be interested in the details.”
Among them, everyone there. The others stared, wondering. “You’d be wise to go quietly, abandon the pursuit of arms and power, and content yourself with what you have.” He glared daggers.
“You’re vulnerable. You can’t erase that. You’ve made too many poor choices. Keep it up and you’ll destroy yourself.”
He looked at us, found no sympathy anywhere. His only weapon was bluster. He knew what that was worth. “This round to you.” He headed downstairs. Blade laughed.
He did it knowing Jah couldn’t tolerate being mocked. Blade wanted trouble.
I sent him a warning look. He stared back impassively. He wasn’t intimidated by anyone.
Jah was gone. I said, “I have work to do. We aren’t accomplishing anything. We know where we stand. I expect to finish the Company’s work. You intend to let that go only as far as it conveniences you, then you plan to backstab me. I don’t plan to let you. Blade. You coming or staying?” “Coming. There’s nothing here for me.” Swan and Mather looked croggled, Smoke pained, and the Radisha exasperated.
As soon as we left the fortress, Blade said, “Jah could try something desperate now.”
“I’ll handle it. He’ll vacillate till it’s too late. Check on your battalion.” Once he was out of hearing, I told Narayan, “He’s right. Do we wait for Jah? Or do we move first?”
He didn’t respond, just waited for me to answer myself.
“We’ll do something when we know he’s planning something himself.”
I surveyed the camp. The outer enclosure was complete. It would do for the moment. I’d keep making improvements, mainly to keep the men occupied. A wall can never be too high or a ditch too deep.
“I want the Shadar to know I need cavalrymen. Their response will show us what support Jah has. Pass the word amongst all the fugitives that those who join voluntarily will get preferential treatment. We need volunteers from the provinces, too. We need to spread our story before these idiots unleash the hounds of factionalism.”
“There are ways to get word out,” Narayan admitted. “But we’ll have to send some of my friends across the river.”
“Do what you have to. Starting now. We don’t mark time. We don’t let them catch their balance. Go.”
I climbed a platform that had been erected near what would become the camp’s north gate, surveyed the countryside. My men were as busy as ants.
Their industry hadn’t communicated itself to anyone else. Only the builders across the river, and the Gunni women, were doing much.
Smoke curled up from one of the ghats. When the flames were roaring a woman threw herself in. I had to believe it now.
I retired to the shelter Ram had built, settled to stretch the limits of my talent. I’d be needing it soon.
Chapter Eighteen
