Wealthy and prepared to risk their wealth, Archeth reminded him, sitting back in the chair, quill still in hand.
It s not a combination we see a lot of these days.
Well The Emperor gestured.
The war.
Yes, my lord. The war.
At court it had become something of a catchall excuse, a slick evasion of responsibility for failures as varied as falling crop revenue, eastern province bandit incursions, and even street cobble upkeep in the poorer quarters of the city. The war, my lord.
Sometimes, it was even true.
And sometimes not. The war and the speculative skirmishing against the League in the aftermath might have decimated the ranks of Yhelteth s less risk-averse nobles, but it was Jhiral s post-coronation purges and appointments that were doing the damage now. The Emperor s obsession with personal loyalty above all things was currently making obsequious caution in word and deed pretty much a required survival trait.
And now, my lord, it s come right back to bite you in the arse.
Glancing up at him, she wondered if he saw it. Or if he cared. Jhiral was not a stupid man, but neither did he seem much disposed since the accession to put his intelligence to work. Or at least, not on any project beyond paranoid self-preservation and the drenching of his senses in pleasure.
Yeah can you blame him, Archidi? Five attempts on his life before he even got into his teens, seven more since then. Three exiled brothers and a sister who d all slit his throat without blinking if they thought it d bring them to the throne. Innumerable half siblings lurking backstage, nursing similar cheap ambition.
What would you be living for?
Through ornate windows on all sides, the city s myriad lights glimmered to the horizon. A cooling breeze wandered in and out, stirring the papers on the desk. On Jhiral s insistence, they d retired to the top of the Sabal Tower it was the other side of the palace from the Queen Consort Gardens and the closest thing to an inner sanctum the Khimran dynasty had owned before the Chamber of Confidences was built.
Archeth wasn t convinced this put them any better out of Anasharal s earshot, but she said nothing to Jhiral he was building to a foul enough mood without any encouragement from her. So they went to the tower. And in the meantime, evening had crept up on Yhelteth like an encroaching army, and sunk the heart of Empire in burnished gloom.
What about Menith Tand, she tried. He s made a mint since the League slave routes opened up again.
Jhiral scowled. Yes, and he s not exactly shown willing when it comes to sharing the revenue. He s opposed me on the requisitions council twice now. And I hear Tlanmar had some trouble getting toll dues out of him this season.
Yes, but that s tax. This is something he stands to profit from.
Yeah so says the iron demon. But what happens if we re being led up a blind alley here? Eh, Archeth? What if there is no prize; no An-Kirilnar standing above the waves beyond Hironish and filled with wonders. Or what if it s there, but it turns out as abandoned and plundered as An-Naranash was?
Then, said Archeth, carefully as handling sharp shards of glass, Tand will be disappointed, along with the others. We will have learned the truth. And it will have cost the imperial treasury nothing at all.
She let it sink in, watching the impact of her words, the fade of the imperial scowl. The full genius of Anasharal s scheme was still dawning on her.
Make a list, the Helmsman told them, with airy aplomb, of moneyed citizens whose wealth will bear the weight of the enterprise, and whose appetite for risk will commend it to them. Your Radiance need only contribute a commodity in which he is infinitely resourced his scrawl on parchment, and the Khimran seal of approval on a royal charter of endeavor.
It was only as the list took shape that Archeth began to see the pattern. That, by virtue of their appetite for risk, these men and one woman, Nethena Gral were exactly the courtiers least likely to be found in Jhiral s choir of court-appointed sycophants, and thus least likely to be missed if they chose to absent themselves from court and plunge into more private matters; chose, in fact, in some cases Shendanak would for certain, probably Kaptal, too to actually leave the city and accompany the expedition at least partway to its destination.
Jhiral would practically cheer them out the gates.
Only one risk, really
Admirably frugal, Archeth, yes. Jhiral took a turn around the desk, dropped into a seat on the other side from her. He shoved a boot up on the edge of the desk, brooding. The table jarred an inch in her direction with his weight. But on the other hand, if this expedition does return laden with wealth and wonders, it isn t going to make Tand any easier to control. He ll come back smug as a Majak climbing out a harem window at dawn. Not to mention, he ll be more influential everywhere it counts.
Well, then you can always have him arrested, tortured, and fed to the pool dwellers, my lord.
The undertaking will have your seal upon it, my lord. Yours will be the wisdom that authorized it and made it a reality.
He looked at her across his raised boot. Are you patronizing me, Archeth? Because I m really not in the mood.
That was not my intention, my lord. I merely
Yes, all right. Spare me the courtier groveling, you re really not very good at it. Just an apology, that d be nice.
I Lack of krinzanz nagged and dragged at her like a bad tooth. She closed her eyes. I am sorry, my lord.
Good. The change in him was mercurial. He dropped his boot to the floor with a slam, leaned forward across the desk, and tapped briskly on her scribbled list. Go on, then. Tand. Put him down. Going to be hilarious, actually, watching him try to cooperate with Shendanak. You know they hate each other s guts.
I did not know that, sire.
Well, they do. You know, you should show up at court more often, Archeth. It really would improve your grasp of current affairs.
Yes, my lord. She dipped the quill and scraped the new name down.
Yes, good. He watched her write, sat farther back in the chair. Now, we ve got another problem here. Mahmal Shanta.
Don t stop writing.
Because she knew he was watching her, not the pen. Had spilled the name with precision, to see how she reacted.
She finished the final curlicue and set the quill aside. Warily:
My lord?
We have to be able to trust these people, Archeth. He jabbed a finger at her. And just between you and me, my lord Shanta s stock in that commodity is running pretty fucking low at the moment.
She hesitated. Your father trusted him.
Yes, well Shanta and my father were as chummy as two old buggers in a Trelayne Academy bathtub. But as we ve seen in the last couple of years, loyalty to my late beloved father and to myself are two significantly different things. You ve heard the rumors, don t pretend you haven t. He considered that for a moment. All right, maybe you haven t. But just think about it. Apply that half-bred Black Folk genius of yours for a moment. Do you really think I d promote Sang over Shanta s head because I like the obsequious little turd?
It is not my place, my lord, to
Oh, shut up. Sang got where he is now for one reason, and one reason alone. He is loyal. And in times like these, I cannot afford anything less.
Archeth said nothing. Waited for the rotted kernel at the heart of all this, because she knew it was coming.
Jhiral stared back at her for a couple of moments in silence, then he sighed.
All right. It s going to get out sooner or later, you may as well hear it from me. Bentan Sanagh named Shanta several times in his confession. Covert meetings of the shipwright seniors. Treasonous opinions on policy. Dissent.
