Imager's Intrigue: The Third Book of the Imager Portfolio (22 page)

The faintest smile flickered across Maitre Dyana’s face.

“I must decline,” Schorzat said quickly. “All my knowledge is at Rhenn’s disposal, but I could not have survived what he and Maitre Dyana did, and whoever succeeds Maitre Dichartyn must have that ability. The head of Collegium security, especially now, can show no vulnerability. The only two imagers ever to survive direct hits by bombard shells are Maitre Dyana and Maitre Rhennthyl.”

“The position calls for a Maitre D’Esprit,” Rholyn pointed out.

“Rhenn’s abilities exceed those of a Maitre D’Esprit,” Jhulian replied.

That he was the one to reply surprised me, but it made a sort of sense, since he was the Collegium’s justicer and expert in legalities.

“It was felt that he should have a minimum of ten years with the Collegium before being granted the rank, even in a concealed status,” Jhulian continued.

“Because we are clearly under attack,” continued Dyana, “the luxury and grace of allowing Rhenn more time to widen his understanding of the Collegium itself and its relations with the Council is no longer possible.”

Schorzat nodded, in relief, I thought.

“There is no doubt, is there,” asked Dyana, turning to Draffyd, “of his abilities?”

Draffyd laughed softly. “When barely a tertius, with only moderate shields, Rhenn was shot with a sniper’s rifle as a result of the Ferran assassination teams who had killed more than a score of junior imagers. He had the presence of mind, and the ability, to image a block into his chest to slow the bleeding. While with the Civic Patrol, he has weathered the explosion of the Puryon Temple in the taudis and assassination attempt after assassination attempt.”

“I might add,” interjected Jhulian, “that with more than five years as a Civic Patrol captain, he has a solid knowledge of the laws of Solidar. That is far more than his predecessor had when he assumed the position. Rhenn also served, if briefly, in the security detachment of the Council Chateau.”

“He also has access to intelligence sources that were not available to his predecessor, as I have already discovered,” added Maitre Dyana.

Rholyn smiled warmly. “I am very glad to know how thoroughly you have looked into the situation, and I will certainly do my best to provide what ever information and support that Rhenn may need.”

“I know that you will,” replied Maitre Dyana pleasantly, but there was cold iron behind the warm tones of her voice.

It was more than clear that no one wanted the position, including Rholyn, but that he didn’t want me to have it. That was likely because he knew I had some contacts among the High Holders and that I would not have to rely on him totally.

“Now…the pressing issues are what stand the Collegium should take with regard to the Council, how much we should make known of our position, and to whom in the Council should that information be conveyed.”

“We have always conveyed our support of the Council,” observed Rholyn.

“That is a given,” replied Dyana.

“Might I raise an observation and a question?” I didn’t want to, but I wasn’t certain anyone else would. I didn’t give any of the others a chance to object, not that they would have. So I said quickly, “Over the past few years, we’ve seen a conflict growing between the freeholders and the larger and wealthier factors and the High Holders. It’s become almost open civil war at times, especially over water rights, grain shipments, and the like. There are only a few more High Holders than the minimum required for the balance of power to shift to the factors and freeholders, that is, in terms of who becomes the Councilor in charge of the Executive Council. My question is: Can we afford to ignore this by merely observing?”

“Exactly what do you have in mind, Rhenn?” asked Rholyn dryly. “Having enough ‘accidents’ occur that there are fewer than a thousand High Holders? That would certainly change matters.”

“Actually, I had something else in mind, perhaps letting it be known that the Collegium is opposed to any change in the Council through violence…perhaps strongly opposed.” I smiled. “A good number of High Holders are already borderline and may not be able to retain lands and assets sufficient to meet the requirements for being a High Holder. The more successful factors involved in fabrication and the larger freeholders are beginning to out-compete them in many areas. So long as the change occurs through economic and social forces, it should be allowed to occur.”

“How can you track down the perpetrators of violence?” asked Rholyn. “Either side has the resources to hire agents.”

“We don’t have to. Just let the Collegium’s position be known. Sooner or later, either a High Holder or a freeholder complaint, with evidence, will find its way to us. If it’s a legal issue, I’m certain that Maitre Jhulian will find a way to bring it before the High Justiciary of Solidar. And if it’s evidence of another kind…well, as you noted, illness and accidents befall us all.”

“You’re rather cavalier about it,” suggested Rholyn.

“I’m not at all cavalier about it,” I replied. “I’ve watched, and I’ve experienced personally the use of unchecked High Holder power to destroy families and individuals. I see no virtue in standing back and allowing High Holders to fight change with their powers and resources until this civil war gets to the point where everyone on both sides is either poisoning or shooting. That will only weaken Solidar and encourage Ferrum and others. What I’m suggesting is a quiet message that says that everyone can compete economically and legally, but that the Collegium is highly opposed to the use of violence by either side.”

“Even if you’re prepared to do the same?”

“I bow to your expertise in debate, Maitre,” I replied, “but since the enemies of the Collegium have already shown that they are willing to strike at individuals, it’s not as though I would be the one who first employed the technique.” I managed a smile. “As Master Dichartyn once pointed out, if it looks like an accident or a natural death and there is no evidence to the contrary, then it must be an accident or a natural death.” That wasn’t quite what he’d said, but it was close enough.

Jhulian laughed. “He has a point there, Rholyn. He isn’t proposing that we be the ones to start singling out individuals, nor that we use overt violence.”

“More to the point, Rholyn,” said Maitre Dyana, “do you have a better approach?”

That question led to more discussion, but, in the end, no one did, and Maitre Dyana closed the discussion by saying, “That’s settled. Maitre Jhulian, if you would see that the Collegium rolls are changed to reflect that Rhenn is a Maitre D’Esprit. Maitre Rholyn, while I understand that you have some concerns, I trust that they are not major enough that it will prevent you from arranging a meeting for you and me with Caartyl and Glendyl here, and preferably tomorrow or as soon as Glendyl returns from Ferravyl. Meet them and escort them past the ruins of the three senior imagers’ dwellings before you bring them here.”

“Ah…”

She smiled coolly. “I’m certain that you can manage.” Then she stood. “That is all. We have much to do.”

Seliora and Diestrya were waiting in the first floor study in the administration building that had belonged to Master Dichartyn.

“Beleart said this was the best place to find you,” said Seliora. “How did the meeting go?”

“As Maitre Dyana intended.” I took the chair behind the desk, empty of anything. There were a few books in the bookcase—three volumes on jurisprudence, the legal codex of Solidar, all fifteen volumes, and a black bound book that held Council procedures.

Diestrya investigated the empty shelves. Fortunately, the heavy volumes of the codex were beyond her reach.

“We got another letter back from your mother, by private courier. Beleart gave it to me. She wrote again how much she appreciated my sending that note by courier to let her know that we were all right. She also said that the fires in Kherseilles missed the factorage there, and that Khethila was fine. Oh, Klysia has already begun to clean up the dust and grit in the house. It should be ready by supper time.”

“They’ve repaired it already?” I almost shook my head at the stupidity of my question. Imagers who could form perfect machine parts could certainly re-image a house back into shape, especially in a few days if a score or more of them were involved.

“You’re effectively the second-highest imager in Solidar,” Seliora pointed out. “You also saved most of them.”

“No one’s said anything.”

She smiled. “All anyone has to do is look. Three dwellings are destroyed. There’s a large hole in the fourth. It’s ours. Well…they see it as yours. Nothing was destroyed after that, and the barges with the bombards exploded immediately. Also, the word is out that you’ve been made Maitre D’Esprit.”

“It is suggestive,” I admitted. “Not conclusive, but suggestive.”

“More than suggestive,” Seliora countered.

“What can you tell me about Fhernon? Anything at all.”

Seliora frowned. “Why? We’re still working on his commission. You know that.”

“Suyrien was shot and badly wounded. He may not recover. The High Holders have selected Fhernon to take his Council seat…but not to serve on the Executive Council.”

“Poor Kandryl….” Seliora shook her head.

I noticed her sympathy didn’t extend to Frydryk, but said nothing.

“Fhernon has always been polite and very formal. He knows I’m married to you, and he knows who you are. I don’t think he’s all that different from most High Holders, but he did bring his wife to look at the drawings before he approved the upholstery design for the dining chairs. She was cautious, but did recommend a small change, and he agreed. He paid the advance deposit without quibbling.”

“What’s your impression, even if you can’t explain it?”

“He’s cautious. He won’t go against the other High Holders unless he’s fully convinced. I think he could be stubborn, even against the other High Holders. I also feel he has a dislike of open violence. He’s doesn’t like to be out in front, but he’s not a blind follower.”

“That sounds like a cautious choice on the part of the High Holders.” It also suggested they were aware that they would be wise not to propose anyone too controversial.

“Things are going to get worse, aren’t they?” asked Seliora.

“They could. I’m supposed to keep that from happening.”

“Dear…that may beyond even you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I was at Mama’s earlier. She’s gotten word that there were anti-Pharsi riots in Westisle and Solis. They all started in the taudis.”

“I suppose there are rumors that the imagers and the Pharsis are the cause of all the problems?” I wasn’t quite satiric.

“There are some. Mama says some are saying that the imagers and the Pharsis are doing the High Holders’ dirty work.”

“I wonder who’s behind all that.” As if I didn’t know.

Seliora stood and scooped up Diestrya. “You have work to do, and I want to put the house back in order. As much as I can, anyway.”

I stood, walked around the desk, and hugged the two of them. “I’ll see you later.”

“At home,” Seliora declared.

“Yes, Lady.” I grinned.

She did smile back.

Seemingly within moments of Seliora’s and Diestrya’s departure, Beleart knocked on my door. “Maitre…?”

“Come in. What is it?”

He set five folders on the corner of the desk. “Maitre Dyana said you’d need these. They’re the preceptor folders. There’s one for each of the junior imagers…”

“The ones for whom I’ll be preceptor?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded and was gone.

I had no doubts that before long, more piles of papers and reports would appear. So I quickly looked over the files to get the names: Eamyn, Haugyl, Marteon, Ralyea, and Shault. Then I read the biographies and academic records on each. After that, the files went into the second desk drawer. I just hoped I didn’t have to deal with immediate academic, personal, or disciplinary problems for them.

What I needed to do more than anything was have a series of long and detailed conversations with Schorzat about all those matters about which I knew nothing or too little. So I walked to the third door down the hallway. I didn’t have to knock because the door was open.

Schorzat stood with a smile. “I thought it wouldn’t be very long.”

I stepped into his study and closed the door, then sat down in the single chair across from a desk piled with papers.

Schorzat re-seated himself behind the desk. “I don’t envy you, Rhenn.”

“I don’t envy me, either. What are the more urgent matters I should know about and probably don’t? I’m sure there are more than I even know about. So you might start with those that are most likely to impact us immediately if we don’t do something.”

“First, we need to go over what you…and I…have to work with.” He handed me two sheets of paper. The first was a map of Solidar, with numbers at various locations. The second was a listing of names, with a number after each. The numbers corresponded to those on the maps. “Those are our regionals and their locations. You’ll need to keep those safe.”

I studied the locations and the comparatively short list of names. “Just thirty-one for all of Solidar?”

“If we could find more with the independence and abilities…” Schorzat shrugged. “We have ten vacant regional houses right now, and they’re not in tiny towns. Places like Alkyra, Ruile, Thuyl, Juvahl. A regional has to be able to hold light shields, be intelligent and discreet, and have the ability to practice another occupation or have an economic reason for support.”

“Most are classed as tertius or Maitre D’Aspect?”

“Mostly very bright thirds. It’s a good position for an intelligent imager who won’t ever have the raw ability to be a master, but they have to be able to blend in and listen and draw conclusions…. They reported to Dichartyn, and now…”

“To me,” I finished. “I assume there are reports somewhere that I can read and catch up on?”

He laughed. “You get a copy of the monthly report from every Civic Patrol Commander in Solidar—from every city big enough to have a Commander, rather than a captain. You also get a monthly report from every regional.”

“What about High Holders, or more important factors? Do we have information on them?”

“There are files on the High Holders who serve on the Council, as well as those who have served, and others who have come to our attention. We only have files on fifteen or twenty factors.” He shook his head. “We do our best, but there’s no way to keep records on more than a thousand High Holders and tens of thousands of factors. The ones we do have are all in the cases in the study. You’ll need to image the hidden catches…”

I listened as he explained in more detail the regional imager network that I’d known existed, but little more than that.

After a glass, he leaned back. “Any questions about this?”

“No. I’m sure I will, once I read through everything and think about it. What’s most urgent that I should keep in mind as I try to get on top of matters?”

Schorzat chuckled, if nervously. “The biggest problem is the Ferran support of the more militant freeholders. That’s a guess, of course.”

“I assume that we have no proof of an actual connection, since, if we did, you’d already have done something about it.”

“We’ve discovered and dealt with, in one way or another, over twenty agents. So far there’s barely circumstantial evidence of a connection with any others we suspect.”

“Blast patterns similar to or identical to Ferran demolitions…that sort of thing?”

He nodded, then went on. “Here’s what we do know….”

I listened as, again, he provided detail after detail, not once repeating himself, for more than half a glass. In the end, though, he had provided a wealth of events, discoveries, and possible connections—yet without a single concrete linkage to either factors or freeholders. I had a far greater breadth of understanding, but the structure looked to be what I’d already pieced together from my own observations as a Patrol Captain and from my reading of the newsheets. At the same time, I had the feeling that there were events and actions that didn’t fit—like the grain explosions and the bombard attack on Imagisle…and the growth and distribution of the stronger elveweed, which I suspected lay more with Stakanaran origins.

When he finished, I was the one to nod, then say, “Thank you. You mentioned the riots in Westisle, Estisle, Solis, and Kherseilles. I’ve heard that all have started in the local taudis, and some were sparked by rumors that imagers and Pharsis have been doing the dirty work for the High Holders.”

“That I hadn’t heard, but it would fit. The Ferrans will use anything.”

“So where are the Jariolan agents?”

He smiled sadly. “We don’t know for certain, but we’ve tracked several suspicious persons to the estates and lands of various High Holders.”

“Such as Haebyn?”

“He’s one. There are several there.”

“Haestyr? Shaercyt?”

“Both of them. Also, Nacryon and Ealthyn. There are others, but those are the most likely.”

I knew Nacryon was from Mantes and had interests in copper and tin, as well as a new process that created artificial fertilizer from potash and other mineral deposits. I’d never heard of Ealthyn. “Why would the Jariolans want Ealthyn as a supporter?”

“We don’t know yet. In fact, I’d never heard of him, either, until we tracked some former sailors to his lands. They made the mistake of cutting through a taudis in Piedryn. They walked out untouched, but there were six bodies in various alleys.”

“Do you think Ealthyn and Haebyn are working together?”

“I’m certain they are. We can’t prove it.” Schorzat shrugged.

“Did Master Dichartyn ever talk to you about the possibility that a trader or factor named Alhazyr might be involved with certain dubious matters involving Caartyl?”

“He did, but we don’t have contacts in Mantes right now…and what with the way things turned out…”

I understood that. “I take it that he’s probably more than someone who just wants public representatives added to the Council?”

“Most likely, but he’s very careful.”

“What about Stakanar?”

“We’ve found some agents, but Solidar’s a little cool for them.”

“They might be behind the elveweed.”

“They probably are, but if that’s so, someone’s shielding them.”

“Like Ruelyr?”

“That would be hard to find out.”

“See what you can do.” I laughed. “Along with everything else.”

He smiled wryly.

“What can you tell me about Sea-Marshal Geuffryt? And about his relationship with Madame D’Shendael?”

“I understand they’re related in some way, but not all that closely. I could give you his biography and his impressive credentials, but that would obscure more than it would reveal. He’s a capable Naval officer. He’s more than capable in terms of intelligence.”

“Why didn’t he know more about what was happening with the bombards and the stolen Poudre B?”

“The Army didn’t tell anyone. The Depot Commander either didn’t know or covered it up. It’s likely to be the latter, since he vanished a month ago.”

“When did you and Dichartyn find this out?”

“He started probing into it right after Maitre Poincaryt told him…you were there, weren’t you?”

I had to think for a moment. “That was on the twenty-sixth.”

“Then he found out on the thirty-second. It was just short of a week later.”

“I think I need to have a private meeting with Geuffryt.” I paused. “Is there any reason why I shouldn’t? Or would it be better for the two of us to meet with him?”

“He won’t say anything if he meets with more than one person.”

“So he can deny that he said it, if necessary?”

Schorzat smiled. “So that no denial is necessary.”

I could see that. “You’re suggesting that I need to meet with him and that I’d best be very careful. Who else should I meet with? Is there an Army counterpart?”

“No. Geuffryt sends reports to the Army Command as well as to his superiors at Naval Command.”

“Do I have you request the meeting or have Maitre Dyana do it?”

“They’ll expect me to make the request. I did for Master Dichartyn.”

“Whom else do you think I should meet?”

“For now…probably no one else until you read some of the recent reports and see what Geuffryt has to say.” Schorzat smiled. “You may not have to arrange any meetings. By next Lundi invitations will be arriving at your house for various small dinners from High Holders’ wives. Doubtless, Glendyl’s wife will hurry over to make Seliora’s acquaintance as well. A new Maitre D’Esprit—and one so comparatively young and with such a beautiful wife—is always in demand during the winter social season.”

Seliora might like that…if only for a while. “Was that one of the reasons you turned the position down?” I asked lightly and wryly.

“Better you than me,” he replied with a laugh.

When I returned to my “new” study, I was tired. I closed my eyes for a time, but that wasn’t particularly restful. Not with all the various bits of information swirling through my thoughts. So I tried to make sense of it all. Caartyl couldn’t be stupid enough to think that he would remain even as acting head of the Executive Council. That meant he needed the position to do something immediate, and it was likely that he’d arranged, or someone had arranged for him, the difficulties that had required Glendyl to go to Ferravyl. What could that be? I was doubtless missing the obvious, and that was because I was tired and aching.