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"Well, then, our alternatives seem pretty clear," Hemner said grimly. "We either get Committi D'arl's new Cobras into service as quickly as possible or pull ...
"There's one more possibility," Jonny said into the growing murmur of agreement.
"And that is . . . ?" Zhu prompted.
"End the drought now." Jonny gestured to Gwen. "May I present Dr. Gwen Moreau, recently returned from the mountains surrounding the Kaskia Valley."
Gwen stood. "With your permission, Governor-General Zhu, I would like to present the results of a study Syndic Moreau asked me to make a week ago."
"Concerning what?" Zhu asked suspiciously.
"Concerning a proposal to break a pass in the Molada Mountains that would divert water from Lake Ojaante directly into the currently dry Kaskia riverbed."
Jaw sagging slightly, Zhu waved her wordlessly to the table.
"Thank you. Gentlemen," she addressed the syndics, sliding her magcard into its slot, "let me show you how easily this proposal could be carried out. . . ."
And for the better part of an hour she did just that, punctuating her talk with more charts and diagrams than even the botanist who'd preceded her. She spoke...
For him the changes went even deeper, as his mentally superimposed image of Gwen The Ten-Year-Old vanished forever from her face. His little sister was an ad...
The final picture faded at last from the comboard screens and Gwen nodded to the syndics. "If there are any questions now, I'll do my best to answer them."
There was a moment of silence. Jonny glanced at D'arl, bracing for the attack the Committi would surely launch against this rival scheme. But the other remai...
"We will need more study, if merely to confirm your evaluations," Zhu spoke up at last. "But unless you've totally missed some major problem, I think it safe...
"I would like to request, sir, that a new vote be taken on Committi D'arl's proposal," Jonny said with polite firmness. "I believe the study just presented h...
Zhu shook his head. "I'm sorry, but in my opinion you've shown us nothing that materially changes the situation."
"What? But-"
"Governor-General." D'arl's voice was calm as always. "If it would ease your official conscience, let me state that I have no objection to a new vote." His e...
The vote was taken . . . and when it was over, the tally was eleven to seven in favor of D'arl's proposal.
* * *
Parked at one end of Capitalia's starfield, D'arl's ship was an impressive sight-smaller than the big space-only transports, of course, but still more than t...
"Are you expected, sir?" one of the guards asked. He could afford to be courteous; in full exoskeleton armor he was more powerful than even a Cobra.
"He'll see me," Jonny said. "Tell him I'm here."
The other guard glanced at his partner. "The Committi's quite busy, sir, with the departure tomorrow and all-"
"Tell him I'm here," Jonny repeated.
The first guard pursed his lips and touched a control at his throat. His conversation was brief and inaudible, but a moment later he nodded. "The Committi wi...
Jonny nodded and settled down to wait; and when the escort arrived, he wasn't surprised to see who it was.
"Jonny," Jame nodded in greeting. His smile was cordial but tight. "Committi D'arl's waiting in his office. If you'll follow me. . . ."
They passed through the heavy kyrelium steel entryway and between another pair of armored Marines. "I was hoping to see you again before we left," Jame said ...
"Chrys thought it would help me to get away for a couple of weeks," Jonny told him evenly. "Try to come to grips with what your Committi's done to us."
Jame looked sideways at him. "And . . . did you?"
"You mean do I intend to attack him?" Jonny shook his head. "No. All I want is to understand him, to find out why. He owes me that much."
Ahead, two more Marines-this pair in dress uniforms-flanked an obviously reinforced door. Jame led the way between them and palmed the lock, and the panel sl...
"Syndic Moreau," D'arl said, rising from the desk that dominated the modest-sized room. "Welcome. Please sit down." He indicated a chair across the desk from...
Jonny did so. Jame took a chair by the desk's corner, equidistant from the other two men. Jonny wondered briefly if the choice was deliberate, decided it pro...
"I'd hoped you'd come by this evening," D'arl said, sitting back down himself. "This will be our last chance to talk-shall we say 'honestly'?-before the tedi...
" 'Tedious'? I take it it's not the public acclaim or adoration that makes all this worthwhile to you, then." Jonny took a moment to glance around the room. ...
D'arl shook his head. "You miss the whole point of what happened here."
"Do I? You knew the gantuas would be going on a rampage just at the time you came dangling your Cobra bait in front of our faces. You knew all along it was t...
"And what if I had?" D'arl countered. "It's not as if I could be blamed for causing the situation."
Jonny snorted. "Of course not."
"But as you said outside," D'arl continued, as if he hadn't noticed the interruption, "the important question is why. Why did I offer and why did Aventine ac...
"Why the council accepted is easy," Jonny said. "You're a Dominion Committi and what you say goes."
D'arl shook his head. "I told you you were missing the point. The gantua problem helped, certainly, but it was really only part of a much more basic motivati...
Jonny frowned. "I don't understand."
"It's clear enough. By placing the main burden and danger of Aventine's growth on you Cobras, they've postponed any need to shift the responsibility to the g...
"But it's only a short-term solution," Jonny insisted. "In the long run-"
"I know that," D'arl snapped. "But the fraction of humanity who can sacrifice their next meal for a feast two weeks away wouldn't fill this city. If you're g...
He stopped and grimaced into the silence. "It's been years since I lost my temper in anything approaching public," he admitted. "Forgive me, and take it as a...
"Why did it?" Jonny asked quietly. Two weeks ago he would have shouted the question, putting into it all the frustration and fury he'd felt then. But now the...