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"There was a time, before the troubles began, when the Redoriad opened their
doors to everyone. Even bond meth and brethren. But that has not been true
since rogue males tried to smuggle a bomb inside. The Redoriad have no wish to
risk their treasures, some of which date back six and seven thousand years.
After the incident they closed their gates to outsiders."
Another silth explained, "The Redoriad take an inordinate interest in the
past. They believe they are the oldest Community on the New Continent."
"May we go, then?" Marika asked. "Is a car ready?"
"Yes." The old silth seemed displeased.
In a merry tone, Marika said, "If you really want to be inspected, I can come
back later. I must become acquainted with this cloister, as I no doubt will be
moving here soon."
Deep silence answered that remark. The older silth started walking.
"Why are they this way?" Grauel asked. "Feeling hateful, but being so polite?"
"They fear that I'm Gradwohl's chosen heir," Marika replied. "They don't like
that. I am a savage and just about everything else they don't like. Also, my
being heir apparent would mean that they would have no chance of becoming most
senior themselves. Assuming I live a normal life span, I will outlast them
all."
"Maybe it's a good thing we arrived unannounced, then."
"Possibly. But I doubt they would go to violent extremes. Still, be alert when
we get into the streets. There has been time for news of our arrival to have
gotten out of the cloister."
"Rogues?"
"And the Serke. They aren't pleased with me either."
"What about these Redoriad? They are the other major dark-faring Community.
Might not their interests parallel those of the Serke? Getting into their
museum so easily... "
"We'll find out. Just don't let them move me out of your sight."
"That has not needed saying for years, Marika." Grauel seemed almost hurt by
the reminder.
Marika reached out and touched her arm lightly.
Chapter Twenty-four
I
The vehicle selected for Marika's use proved to be a huge steam-powered
carriage capable of carrying twelve meth in extraordinary comfort. Silth began
climbing aboard. Marika snapped, "Leave room for my companions. Barlog, you
sit with the driver."
She hustled the bath and Grauel inside, climbed aboard herself. The coach's
appointments were the richest she had ever seen. She waited indifferently
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while the silth jockied for seats. She intervened only to make certain her
TelleRai deputy in the antirogue program found a place. She confined her
conversation to business while the coach huffed along TelleRai's
granite-cobbled streets at a pace no faster than a brisk walk. Grauel watched
the world outside for signs of any special interest in the coach. Marika
occasionally did the same, ducking through her loophole to capture a ghost.
She would flutter with it briefly, trying to catch the emotional auras of
passersby.
She detected nothing that warranted excessive caution.
The Redoriad were the largest of all sisterhoods as well as the oldest upon
the New Continent. Their cloister showed it. It was a city in itself in an
ornate, tall architectural style similar to that of the Reugge cloister.
The steam vehicle chugged to a gate thirty feet high and nearly as wide. The
gate opened immediately. The vehicle pulled through, halted. Silth in dress
slightly different from the Reugge formed an honor guard. An old female with
the hard, tough look of the wild greeted Marika as she descended from the
coach.
"They told me you were young. I did not expect you to be this young."
"You have a beautiful cloister. Mistress... ?"
"Kiljar."
Marika's local companions made small sounds of surprise.
"You honor me, mistress." She was surprised herself. The Kiljar whose name she
knew would be second or third of the Redoriad, depending upon one's
information source.
"You know me, then?"
"I am familiar with the name, mistress. I did not expect to be snowed under
with notables on a simple visit to a museum."
"Simple visit?" The Redoriad silth began walking. Marika followed, staying
just far enough away to allow Grauel and Barlog room. Kiljar was not pleased
but pretended not to notice. "Do you really expect anyone to believe that?"
"Why not? It is true. I wakened this morning feeling restless, recalled an old
instructress's wonder at the Redoriad museum, decided to come see it for
myself. It was sheer impulse. Yet everyone is behaving as though my visit has
some sort of apocalyptic portent."
"Perhaps it does not, after all. Nevertheless, the name can be the thing. What
is expected is what is believed. Recent times have made it seem that the fate
of the Reugge Community may revolve around you. Your name has become known and
discussed. Always twinned with that of Most Senior Gradwohl, as strange and
unorthodox a silth as ever became a most senior."
"I will agree with that. A most unusual female."
Kiljar ignored that remark. "Young, ambitious silth everywhere are militating
for agencies similar to that you created within the Reugge. Old silth who have
had brushes with you or yours follow your every move and wonder what each
means. Brethren beg the All to render you less a threat than you appear."
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Marika stopped walking. The column of Reugge and Redoriad halted. She faced
Kiljar. "Are you serious?"
"Extremely. There has not been a day in months when I have not heard your name
mentioned in connection with some speculation. Usually it is on the order of,
`Is Marika the Reugge behind this?' Or, `What is Marika the Reugge's next
move?' Or, `How does Marika the Reugge know things as though she were in the
room when they were discussed?' "
Marika had had some success with her signal intercepts, but not that much. Or
so she had thought. Penetrating the various secret languages was very
difficult, with the results often unreliable. "I am just one young silth
trying to help her Community survive in the face of the most foul conspiracy
of the century," she replied. She awaited a response with both normal and
silth senses alert.
"Yes. To have a future you must have a Community in which to enjoy it. But I
have heard whispers that say the Serke made a proposal in that regard."
Marika did not miss a step or feel a flicker of off-beat heart, but she was
startled. Word of her encounter with the Serke and brethren had gotten out?
"That is not quite true. The Serke approached me once, in their usual
hammer-fisted way. They tried to compel me to turn upon my sisters.
Nevertheless, the Reugge are stronger today, and the Serke are more
frightened."
"Do they have cause?"
"Of course. A thief must be ready to pay the price of getting caught."
"Yes. So. But these are thieves with considerable resources, not all of which
have entered the game yet."
"Bestrei?"
"Especially Bestrei."
"Bestrei is getting old, they say."
"She can still deal with any two Mistresses of the Ship from any other
Community."
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