L. E.Modesitt - Imager’s Intrigue

I thought about Geuffryt’s observations on the shortcomings of our fleet, then made my way to Schorzat’s study, but he wasn’t there. Would Kahlasa know? She might. I walked two doors down to her study and knocked.

“It’s Rhenn.”

“Come on in.”

She had a stack of reports in front of her, but pushed them aside. “You have questions about something?” Her smile was sympathetic.

“How could I not? I know about Council security and Civic Patrol security and not a lot more.”

“Whereas I know little about either of those,” she quipped back.

“You read the newsheets about the Northern Fleet?”

She nodded. “If you believe them, and I do, it was the kind of victory that’s hardly better than a defeat.”

“I’ve heard that the Naval Command has been requesting capital ships for years and that the Council has yet to act on the request. What do you know about that?”

“I know that’s true.”

“Suyrien is the head of the Executive Council, and he owns the largest shipworks in Solidar…yet he couldn’t persuade the Council to build ships when the Navy is asking for them?”

“That’s a fair statement,” she replied. “It’s because he does own the shipworks. None of the factors or the artisans want to spend any more on ships when we already have the largest fleet in the world. They see it as another play by a High Holder to enrich himself at everyone else’s expense. To build those ships the Naval Command is requesting would require an increase in taxes-”

“Don’t tell me. The way the taxes on goods and services are levied means that they fall more heavily on the factors and artisans?”

“That’s right. They don’t like it, and so long as they vote as a bloc…”

“No new ships. Is that why Glendyl has been pushing the value-added tax reform?”

“Exactly.”

“But since he supplies the engines and turbines, he’s suspect as well?”

Kahlasa nodded. “By everyone, including the High Holders.”

“How are we-the Collegium-viewed? Has Rholyn said?”

“He hasn’t told me that much, but Schorzat has relayed some things. He’ll be back in a glass or so.”

“I’ll take the relayed information now and talk to him when he returns.”

“Because Maitre Poincaryt had to work with Suyrien, we’re viewed as allied closely with the High Holders. Something you did, according to Master Dichartyn, left them cooler toward us, but didn’t help gain any support from the factors and artisans. You’re also known to be friendly with Iryela D’Ryel and Suyrien.”

“I’m a former artisan and guild member, and my family are factors. Everyone in my wife’s family is an artisan. The Councilors are seeing what they want to see.” I shrugged. “If my acts as a patrol officer over the past five years haven’t made an impression, it’s not likely that anything I say will. Do you think the reports of the battle will change anyone’s mind?”

“They’ll talk, but it will still come down to how to pay for the ships.”

“Have you ever had to work with Marshal Geuffryt?”

“I’ve talked with him briefly, but usually Schorzat or Master Dichartyn were the ones who met with him.”

“What was your impression of him?”

“He’s charming and well-spoken. He’s well-informed. He’ll do whatever’s necessary to rise to the top of Naval Command.”

I laughed. “I’ve only met him twice, but nothing I’ve seen would contradict that. Is there anything else I should know about him?”

Kahlasa shook her head.

“There’s one other thing…”

A certain wariness crossed her face. “Yes?”

“I’ve been thinking about barges. Surely, there ought to be some trace of where the barges-and a tug-came from. They had to have been bought, or chartered, or stolen. Not that many people handle large barges like that.”

“You want us to find out what we can?”

“I do, indeed.” I smiled politely. “If you see Schorzat before I do, would you mention that I was looking for him?”

“I will. Good luck, Rhenn.”

“Thank you.”

Once I returned to my study, I began to leaf through the back reports in the cabinet, looking to see if there was anything about the allocation of eastern water rights. Something, somewhere, had jogged my thoughts, and I recalled that someone, years before-it might have been Chassendri-had commented about the legal and economic issues and how the conflict between freeholders and High Holders might reduce the number of High Holders to below a thousand, triggering a change in the Council and those in control of the Executive Council.

I hadn’t found what I was seeking when Schorzat peered in through the half-open study door. “You were looking for me?”

“I was. If you’d close the door.” I gestured toward the chairs. “When I met with Geuffryt last week, he mentioned the need for more ships. This morning’s newsheets seemed to confirm that. I talked with Khalasa, and she indicated there was a power struggle in the Council…” I sat down behind the desk.

Schorzat took the chair across from me. “It’s been that way for years. I do know that the various Sea-Marshals have felt that the Council was sacrificing Soldidaran prosperity and security to petty politics and that the Collegium should use its influence to break the stalemate over financing fleet upgrading and expansion…”

“I can’t believe the Sea-Marshals said that. Exactly how did they manage to get that across without saying it?”

Schorzat laughed. “I wasn’t there. According to Master Dichartyn, Sea-Marshal Valeun said something like, ‘It would be for the best if an impartial party with influence could persuade them to move beyond their petty concerns…’”

“Power and golds aren’t ever petty concerns, especially if you’re the one facing the loss or either.”

“No…but the Naval Command types place a higher priority on control of the oceans than upon squabbles over control of the purse.”

I wouldn’t have called the struggle over control of the Council a squabble, not when the outcome might change the entire future of Solidar, but I just nodded.

Schorzat shook his head. “In some ways, you’re just like Master Dichartyn. When you give that nod, it’s acknowledgment without approval. What don’t you agree with?”

“We’re approaching a turning point. Solidar is changing. The High Holders won’t be able to hold on to control of the Executive Council for too many more years. The entire world, and not just Solidar, has a stake in how that change is handled. It’s more than a squabble over how to fund our Navy.”

“You think the Ferrans don’t want a solution?”

“The longer it takes the Council to work it out, the longer before we get new and better ships and the more likely they’ll be able to do what ever they want in Jariola.”

“Jariola isn’t exactly a place where either of us would want to live.”

“No,” I agreed, “but Jariola is just the first step toward Ferrum supplanting Solidar. I think most of Terahnar would prefer that not occur. Don’t you?”

“I wish I could be certain of that,” Schorzat replied.

“Remember, the Ferrans killed scores of young imagers, and they’ve attacked Jariola twice in less than ten years. I don’t recall us starting any wars recently.”

“You’re right. I do worry that all this could get out of hand.”

“That’s possible,” I said. “It’s always possible.” Personally, I had the feeling that matters were already well out of hand and that we didn’t know how far out of control they were.

“Is there anything else?” he asked.

“Not right now. I’m sure there will be…as soon as I think of it.”