Imager's Intrigue: The Third Book of the Imager Portfolio (36 page)

Much as I disliked forcing myself to get up and exercise on Lundi, I did. But I helped Seliora get Diestrya ready and still managed to be at the administration building before seventh glass. There, I immediately hunted down Schorzat, catching him as he was coming down the corridor.

“The word is that you had a busy weekend,” he offered.

“Except for yesterday afternoon, it was.” I waited for him to open his study door, then followed him inside and closed the door behind us.

“In a moment, I’m going to see Maitre Dyana…”

“As you think best, sir.”

“The Ferrans sabotaged and blew up Glendyl’s turbine works and most of his manufactory buildings in Ferravyl. I do think we need to discuss the matter and what the Collegium should do next.” I smiled. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Schorzat looked worried.

“Before I do, I need to know a few things.” I paused. “How many imager agents are there in the northern fleet?”

“No more than a score.”

“How many of them can image fire at a distance…a half mille, say, if they can see?”

“Half, perhaps.”

“How many field agents can you assemble who can do that as well?”

“Fifteen at best.”

“How many junior imagers are there in the various collegia who can do the same?”

Schorzat frowned at that. “I wouldn’t know. There might be thirty.”

“That should be sufficient if we use all of them.”

“What do you have in mind, Maitre?” Schorzat asked.

“Winning the war and teaching the Ferrans another lesson.” I smiled again. “Now…I’d like you and Kahlasa to assemble all the material you have on the barges and the bombards and everything else dealing with the attack on Imagisle. I imagine I’ll need it in less than a glass.”

“We can do that.”

“Thank you. I’d appreciate it if you and Kahlasa remained available until I get back to you. It shouldn’t be that long.”

“We’ll be here.”

He didn’t sound happy, but, given what had happened over the weekend, neither was I.

For what ever reason, I was in the anteroom before Gherard was, or perhaps he was running an errand. So I knocked and stepped into Maitre Dyana’s study.

She looked up from the papers before her, possibly my report, and flipped a brilliant green silk scarf back over her shoulder, not that almost all of her scarves weren’t brightly colored. “Do you have anything to add to this?”

“A few things. Did you discover anything in Rivages?”

“Only a few more High Holders who no longer are. As we discussed before, that will wait. Is the damage to Glendyl’s works as bad as you initially reported?”

“It’s that bad, if not worse. What I didn’t report was that an inordinate number of workers suffered injuries, illnesses, and disappearances over the last year, and the majority of those hired to fill the vacancies seemed very well qualified. That was what the works director told me. Just before the first explosion, he and I were attacked by two workers using the same kind of heavy rifles that have been used here in L’Excelsis by those we’ve suspected of being Ferran agents. The day after the explosions, Director Huesyt told me that they found incomplete installations of explosives in the parts of the works that weren’t destroyed.” I paused. “Oh…I also sent a message to Frydryk—the young High Holder Suyrien—telling him about the attack on Glendyl’s works and suggesting that he might wish to take a closer look at his shipworks.”

“Not a bad idea.”

“We need to talk to Glendyl together when we’re finished here.”

“That should not take too long.”

“It won’t.”

“You’re the head of security,” Maitre Dyana pointed out. “What do you propose to put a stop to all of this? Do you think it’s possible?”

“It will be hard to stop what ever the Ferrans have already set up, but I do have a plan for putting an end to their meddling.”

“That sounds rather grandiose. Even you can’t image their country into ruin, Rhenn. More to the point, you aren’t leaving Solidar. Preferably not even L’Excelsis.”

I had thought of taking the lead on implementing my proposal, but I just replied, “True, but a hundred imagers could destroy every port city in Ferrum. Perhaps even thirty or forty could.”

“You aren’t serious, I trust?”

“I’m very serious. Let me explain….” From there I laid out what I’d thought out on the way back from Ferravyl and on Solayi afternoon.

When I finished, she looked at me. “From where did you get that idea?”

“From Ferlyn. Indirectly, of course. He made the point that the world was changing, and I realized that the Collegium needed to change. I didn’t quite see how until Seliora pointed me in the right direction. The way machines work is by breaking work down into small repetitive steps. This is just an application of that principle.”

“The Navy won’t want to cooperate.”

“They will…after we meet with Sea-Marshal Valeun.”

She looked at me. “Then we had best deal with Glendyl first.”

The air had finally cleared and was cold and clear, with both moons almost lost in the brightness of the winter sky as we walked from the administration building to the infirmary.

Draffyd hurried to meet us, shaking his head. “Maitres…The good Councilor has expressed his desire to depart, most forcefully.”

“Could he?” asked Dyana. “Safely?”

“I’d prefer he remain another day or two, but…” Draffyd shrugged. “If he’s careful and keeps the stitches clean and changes the dressing…”

“He’ll stay,” declared Dyana. “That way, he’ll more likely recover, and Caartyl will have to be more cautious.”

When we entered the chamber, Glendyl was sitting up in the infirmary bed, not looking terribly pleased, but that might have been because he was able to appreciate the severity of his surroundings, as well as the large and immovable obdurate guard stationed outside his door.

“Ah…Maitre Dyana and Maitre Rhennthyl, to what do I owe this visit? Do you wish to collect for saving this factor’s life? Or to congratulate me for surviving the fare and sparseness of this chamber? Or to indicate that I must suffer yet more tedium amid this grayness?”

“Why, we wished to see to your health, Councilor,” replied Dyana. “It does appear that you are recovering in a satisfactory fashion. Your words would indicate as much. Your wound was quite severe, and you will be staying several more days, but only several more days. Unless you do something foolish and impair the healing.”

Glendyl did not speak for a moment, then said, “Surely, it does not take the two highest Maitres in the Collegium to tell me that.”

“For a distinguished Councilor, nothing but the best,” said Dyana lightly, looking to me.

“I have a question for you, Councilor,” I said. “Did you have any interest in L’Excelsis Indemnity?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Their branch here was bombed and destroyed. I wondered if that would have any effect on your enterprises.”

“I don’t see why it would. It’s no secret that I’ve always placed my indemnity contracts with Solidaran Indemnity…in the Solis branch. They don’t have a branch in Ferravyl.”

“Might I ask how much your works in Ferravyl is indemnified for?”

“You can ask. That’s my business.”

I looked to Maitre Dyana. She nodded every so slightly.

“Not any longer. Your works suffered a series of devastating explosions and fires over the weekend, and whether you will have the funds to replace the destroyed facilities, and how soon, are a matter of interest and concern to all Solidar, including the Council.”

“How devastating? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Glendyl lurched upright in the bed. He tried to move his right hand, and he raised it chest high, before he let it drop.

“Because I just returned from there yesterday and wanted to report to Maitre Dyana and you directly. The locomotive works, the foundry, the drop forge, and possibly the boiler fabrication buildings did not seem too heavily damaged. All the turbine works were leveled…and most everything else.”

“But…how?”

“Ferran saboteurs. They’ve been removing workers for a year and replacing them with their own people. They even shot at me and Director Huesyt as the explosions were being detonated.”

Glendyl was paler than before.

“The amount of indemnity?” I pressed.

“All I could obtain was one hundred and fifty thousand golds,” he finally admitted.

“If Suyrien the Younger or others extended more funding, you could rebuild?” asked Maitre Dyana.

“I…don’t know.” He shook his head slowly. “Why…why me?”

“Because no one else has facilities to build the new turbines for warships,” I replied, “and that means years before Solidar can modernize its fleet while the Ferrans build more and more fast ships.”

“I tried to tell the Council. So did Suyrien…” He swallowed, then let himself lean back against the pillows. “But how…?”

“Because everyone in Solidar has been concentrating on the traditional ways of fighting wars,” I said. “You were right, in a way. Once there are more machines and factories of all sorts, and more factors competing with each other, we won’t be as vulnerable to a handful of acts of sabotage. Since you were unable to persuade the Council and since many Councilors chose not to understand…”

“The High Holders will not—”

“They won’t have any options before long, either.”
Nor will you or the other factors
. “Now…you need to rest.”

“Rest? How can I rest?”

“You can’t do much else, right now,” I pointed out. “You may have to consider Suyrien’s proposal for a fast frigate…if the funding can even be worked out.”

Glendyl didn’t quite glare at me. “Suyrien told me about you.”

“I’m certain he did.” I smiled. “Do try to get some rest, Councilor. Solidar would prefer to use your expertise, but we will have modern vessels, one way or another.”

“You’ve made that clear, Maitres. Good day.”

“Good day,” replied Dyana pleasantly. “I look forward to your return to the Council.”

I just inclined my head politely.

Glendyl’s acknowledgment was the smallest of nods.

After we left Glendyl and walked back toward the administration building, Maitre Dyana said, “You weren’t all that easy on him, Rhenn.”

“You mean I didn’t use much finesse? No, I didn’t. If he hadn’t been so greedy, trying to hold onto the sole production of those turbines, trying to outwait the Council, we wouldn’t be in as bad a position. If Glendyl isn’t cooperative, young Suyrien does have the plans and specifications, but for him to build a facility will take much longer than if Glendyl rebuilds. We ought to insist on someone else building the turbines anyway.”

“With that debt…how can Glendyl rebuild?”

“He’s fortunate. He has products we all need. I think you should be able to persuade a number of the more…solvent…High Holders to loan the funds, for a suitable return, of course. Since he’s not a High Holder, there’s no point in their ruining him by refusing.”

“You’re presuming I can do that.”

“Maitre…I know you can do that.” I tried to keep my tone humorous and light.

She did laugh.

“We need to find Valeun, but I need to gather some materials.”

“I’ll have a coach waiting in a quint,” she said.

“I won’t be that long.”

She just nodded, then headed through the doors and upstairs to her study.

True to his word, Schorzat had gathered everything I’d requested, and I slipped all the documents into a leather folder.

“Might I ask where you’re headed?” Kahlasa asked, with a smile that bordered on impish.

“To visit—or attempt to visit—the Sea-Marshal in the Naval Command. I’m trusting that he’ll see reason. If not, he will anyway.”

Kahlasa nodded. Schorzat barely managed to keep from looking appalled.

I walked out swiftly.

Once we were in the Maitre’s coach and headed toward the Naval Command, Maitre Dyana turned and fixed her eyes on me. “What you have isn’t complete.”

“It doesn’t matter, not if Valeun wants to remain Sea-Marshal.”

“Do you intend to force change on Solidar?”

“No more than the pressures of change and time would have anyway. Seliora pointed out to me that she and her family already have the kind of card-directed lathes that will provide better and less expensive furniture than can the average cabinet-maker. The Ferrans are applying those techniques to everything, warfare as well. There’s no way that they could have built all those new land-cruisers without a similar approach. That’s what Glendyl was going to do with the turbines, and what Suyrien was trying to do with the fast frigates and battlecruisers.” I snorted. “All I’m trying to do is buy Solidar enough time so that we have a chance to make those changes. Suyrien understood the need. He wouldn’t have slipped in those reforms if he hadn’t.”

“Do you think his son is that wise?”

“No. But Frydryk isn’t a Councilor. Nor is he stupid. He’ll do what he must to retain what he has. All we have to do is to point out what that is.”

“You’ll have to do that. He’s more likely to listen to you.”

“That’s fine. The Council is more likely to listen to you.”

“More likely? Perhaps. They will listen to me because none of them will wish to deal with you any sooner than they have to.”

I didn’t argue. I was afraid matters would get to that point far sooner than I would have liked.

The building holding the Naval Command was a two-story, yellow-brick structure with gray granite cornerstones and window casements. It looked even higher than two levels. The covered coach portico was also of brick and granite. The two sailors in dress blues who stood guard did not blink an eye when we left the Maitre’s coach and went through the heavily varnished golden oak doors whose brasswork was polished so brightly that it outshone gold.

The senior ranker seated behind the desk at the main foyer to the Naval Command building glanced from Maitre Dyana to me and then back to me.

“This is Maitre Dyana. She’s the Maitre of the Collegium Imago. I’m Maitre Rhennthyl. I’m certain that Sea-Marshal Valeun will wish to see us.” I projected a sense that his life wouldn’t be worth much if he didn’t convey our presence to Sea-Marshal Valeun.