Though the cadre of guards about him couldhave made the emperor seem unapproachable, he strode up to thefirst group of athletes and greeted everyone with a friendly smile.After the three young men managed flustered bows, Sespian startedasking questions.
“This may be a good time to talk to him,”Books said. “Before he grows weary of people pestering him.”
Let’s meander that way, Basilardsigned.
The other athletes seemed content to wait.They probably lacked his agenda.
As he and Books strolled over, the nervestormenting Basilard’s stomach redoubled their flutters. If this wasa trap, the soldiers would spring it before Basilard got close tothe emperor.
Books plucked an iced tea from a server’stray. He was either more comfortable here than Basilard, or he wasdoing a good job of hiding his nerves. Basilard took a drinkwithout looking to see what it was; ice cubes clinked in theglass.
The emperor moved to a second group ofathletes, this one made up of young ladies. He was courteous andprofessional, and Basilard did not get the impression he wassearching for bed partners-a vibe warrior-caste men often exuded,whether they were married or not. The emperor’s older chaperonenever said anything, and Basilard had the feeling she was thereonly to keep an eye on Sespian.
“Think that’s someone from Forge?” Booksmurmured.
Would they have someone here so openly?
Amaranthe had mentioned her belief that Forgehad a toehold in the Imperial Barracks, but Basilard had notrealized it might run so deeply.
“If so, that’s…a concern,” Books said.“They might restrict his access to information and certainly hisability to take action.”
So, he might not be reading the papers and beaware of our heroics?
“If so, all our work would be fornaught.”
Sespian looked over the women’s heads, hisgaze coming to rest on Basilard and Books.
Basilard twitched, flushing guiltily. Had theemperor overheard Books’s half of their conversation? They werespeaking quietly. He shouldn’t have, but who knew?
His first instinct was to look away andpretend no interest, but that might appear more suspicious. Heforced himself to hold the gaze and nod.
After finishing his conversation with thewomen, the emperor strode toward Books and Basilard.
Basilard glanced left and right, expecting alegion of soldiers to stampede them at any moment. Books thumped afist to his heart and bent at the waist, his sword arm stretchingwide with the palm open.
“A pleasure to speak with you, Sire,” hesaid.
Basilard mimicked the bow and signed, Mostrespect, Chief. He hadn’t worked out hand signs for honorificsfor emperors yet. Books would know what he meant though.
Oddly, when Books translated, he left theword for chief instead of correcting it. Perhaps he wanted Basilardto sound quaint-and unthreatening-thanks to his Mangdorianvernacular.
“Good evening.” Sespian pressed his own fistto his chest in response. “Temtelamak, isn’t it?” His eyebrowtwitched.
Basilard swallowed. The emperor recognizedthe name for a pseudonym and possibly knew Basilard had somethingto hide…. Curse Maldynado for picking out something silly.
“Congratulations on your victory,” theemperor went on.
Thank you, Chief.
The woman glided over to join them, andBasilard signed, Evening, ma’am.
“This is Ms. Rockvic,” Sespian said, his facedifficult to read. “She’s…trying to find me a wife, I think.” Hearched an eyebrow at the older woman. Her lips thinned, but shesaid nothing.
Basilard exchanged concerned looks withBooks. Amaranthe would need to know about this new development.
I’d hoped to talk to you about something,Chief, Basilard signed. Sespian would not chat forever, so hehad best make his request.
Sespian blinked. “Yes, of course. Goahead.”
I escaped slavery here in Stumps last winter.I was one of hundreds taken out of Mangdoria and sold in yourunderground market, where business owners in particular save moneyby buying slaves instead of using day-paid laborers or paying forexpensive machines. Some slaves, like myself, are forced into thepit-fighting circuit where they must battle for their lives everynight.
He paused so Books could translate, and hewatched Sespian’s face, trying to judge whether this was newinformation for him or something he was aware of and had dismissed.The emperor’s eyebrows climbed as Books spoke, and more than oncehe glanced at his chaperone. The woman’s face was closed and hard.If she was a member of Forge, Basilard hoped he was notmaking trouble by revealing these facts in front of her.
I’m particularly concerned for mypeople, Basilard went on. I believe they’re targeted becausethey’re pacifists and not strong Science practitioners.
For the first time, Books edited thetranslation, leaving off the last few words.
“I see,” Sespian said through a tense jaw. “Iwasn’t aware of this problem. My ignorance is not an excuse, and Iapologize for the ruthless way you were brought to the empire. Iwill look into this slavery as soon as I’m able.” He glanced atRockvic, and his lip twitched in a brief grimace. He was being openabout his displeasure at having this companion. Was it possible hewanted Basilard and Books to know? That made no sense.
Thank you, Chief, he signed. He wishedhe could do more-elicit a promise of some kind-but the emperor didnot seem to be in a position to promise much right now.
Sespian extended his arm and claspedBasilard’s hand. The action surprised Basilard because thestandoffish Turgonians did not make physical contact during theirgreetings. Maybe the emperor knew Mangdorian hunters claspedforearms as a gesture of friendship? But it was Sespian’s hand thatpressed against his, not his arm, and something poked intoBasilard’s palm. Paper?
When Sespian withdrew his grip, he left theobject in Basilard’s hand.
“Have a peaceful evening,” the emperorsaid.
Basilard pressed his thumb into his palm tokeep the object in his hand and dropped his arm to his side. Itfelt like a piece of paper folded numerous times into a smallsquare.
“I don’t know if he’ll be able to do anythingfor you right now,” Books said after the emperor had moved onto thenext group, “but perhaps someday. If not, maybe our teamcould tackle the slave trade.”
Basilard barely heard him. He was searchingthe conservatory, looking for an empty but lighted place where hecould unfold the paper, but two soldiers were frowning in hisdirection. He ended up waiting through dinner and a theater showduring which university students reenacted some of the greatmoments from the Games, often with amusing asides. All too aware ofthe note in his pocket, Basilard had a hard time conversing orenjoying the festivities. He let out a deep breath when they exitedthe conservatory without any guards accosting them.
“Something wrong?” Books asked. “You’ve beenquiet all…”
Basilard strode toward a winding but litpath. Books hurried to catch up. When they were out of sight of thesoldiers, guards, and other dinner-goers, he stopped, finallyunfolding the message.
“What is that?” Books asked. “Did the emperorgive it to you?”
Basilard already had the note open, and,after another check of their surroundings, he held it out so theycould both read it.
Amaranthe Lokdon:
I wish to hire your outfit to kidnap me. Ican offer 100,000 ranmyas.
No signature marked the page, but there washardly a need, not when the emperor had personally handed themessage to Basilard.
Books let out a low whistle. “This couldchange everything.”
Or get us all killed, Basilard signed,thinking of all the security they would have to get through toabscond with an emperor. If it were easy to elude those guards,Sespian would have escaped on his own.
“Yes, it could be a trap,” Books said,“designed to rid the empire of Amaranthe and Sicarius. For all weknow, that woman might have forced Sespian to slip this toyou.”
Either way, this autumn should beinteresting.
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nbsp; “Indeed so,” Books said. “Indeed so.”
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