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She shoved them all away, slamming her mind shut; that was over, over, except in nightmares!

And her mother’s death on the sand of the desert, her life bleeding away…

“I can tell you no more,” she said curtly, “Dress yourself as a trader new to the Dry-Towns, speak softly and challenge no man’s
kihar
, and you will come safe away. A foreigner may do in ignorance what one of their own would be killed for attempting.”

Kadarin shrugged. “It seems I have no choice,” he said, “I thank you,
domna
. And in return for all my questions, may I ask you one thing more, a personal question?”

“Certainly you may ask,” she said, “but I cannot promise you an answer.”

“What is a lady of the
Comyn
, with all the marks of that caste, doing among the Renunciates?”

The word
Comyn
dropped into the silence of the room, quiet and inoffensive, was, for Jaelle, weighted heavily with painful memory. She said, “I am not Comyn,” and left it at that.

“
Nedestro
, then, of some great house?”‘ he probed, but she shut her lips and shook her head. Not for worlds would she have told him that her mother had been Melora Aillard, bearing all the
laran
of that house, Tower-trained; kidnapped into the Dry Towns, married to Jalak of Shainsa… rescued by Free Amazons, only to die bearing Jalak’s son, in the lonely deserts outside of Carthon. Yet before his steel-gray eyes she wondered if perhaps he had enough
laran
to read it in her mind.

Laran
! The Terranan had something worse than
laran
, with their damned corticator which could stir up all the forgotten nightmares in the brain! She was told they had a strong psychic probe, too, but she had refused to submit to that. If she would not have a properly trained
leronis
meddling with her mind, when they would have sent her to a Tower, why should she submit to the crudely mechanical machines of these
Terranan
? She was relieved to see the man Kadarin rise and take leave of her with a courtly bow. Where had he come from, she wondered, what was his race of origin? He was not like anyone she had ever seen before.

She put the thought aside; she was to spend the rest of the morning working with Alessandro - Aleki, she reminded herself of his Darkovan name - preparing him by speaking of the background of the Domains, and elementary forms of courteous address among them.

They had been working for several days, in one of the smaller offices in the new Intelligence department, sometimes with the presence of the younger Montray - Monty - and sometimes alone together. Jaelle did not object to this; Aleki’s manner was completely impersonal; he never seemed to regard her as a woman, but simply as a colleague. Jaelle, nervous and suspicious at first, now felt almost friendly toward him.

Aleki’s first business had been to read through everything about Darkovan society which had been gathered by agents working in the field. Much of it was signed by Magda Lorne or by Peter Haldane, a fact which made it especially interesting to Jaelle; how much they had discovered about her world! Today she found him running through the account she herself had made of her trip into the Hellers, and comparing it with Magda’s account and Peter’s. As she came in he pushed it all aside and greeted her.

“But I do have some questions to ask you,” he said. “Before we begin, are you thirsty? May I get you something? It may be a long session - I have a lot to say. Coffee? Fruit juice?”

She accepted the fruit juice, and took a seat at the table across from him. He fussed with the console, fetching some sort of hot drink for himself, and brought it, steaming, to the table.

“All three reports I have here, as well as some of the others,” he said, “speak of wintering in Castle Ardais - am I saying it right?”

“Are-dayze,” she corrected him gently, and he repeated it.

“How is it that you, a Free Amazon - and I understand they are not very highly regarded in the society - were accepted as a guest at Castle Ardais, with Haldane and Lorne, and no questions asked? Is hospitality so open in the mountains as it is on Darkover?”

This man is very intelligent; I must not underestimate him
. “Lord Ardais would indeed shelter anyone homeless in his Domain,” she said, “but I was welcomed as kinfolk there; Lady Rohana is - is a kinswoman of my mother.‘’

“And you are related, then, to Comyn… for I understand the Ardais are of the Comyn? I do not entirely understand how it is that the Comyn rule all the Domains,” he said. She could almost feel his curiosity, a palpable presence, and cursed the unwanted
laran
which thrust itself upon her, not controlled or desired.

“Nowhere in these Records,” Aleki said, “is there any indication of how the society of Darkover took on such a feudal cast, or why the hierarchy called Comyn rose to power. Of course, what we know of Darkovan history is far from complete - “

“Most of us know little more,” Jaelle said carefully. “What records we
do
have of the origin of Darkovan society are lost in what we call the Ages of Chaos. At that time - ” she hesitated, knowing she should not speak - it was the will of the Hasturs that no Darkovan should speak to the
Terranan
- of the heyday of the Towers and of the old matrix technology which had all but destroyed their world.

“About the earliest time of which we have much history,” she said, “is about five hundred, seven hundred years ago, when all these lands - ” she touched the map he had copied, lying on the desk, “were divided up into a hundred or more little kingdoms.”

“It seems a small country to be divided up into a hundred kingdoms,” Aleki commented, and she nodded.

“You must understand, many of the kingdoms were very small; they used to say that a lesser king could stand on a hilltop and look out over his whole kingdom, unless a resin-tree had grown up that season to hide a half of it,” she told him. “There is a children’s game called ‘king of the mountain’ - is it played on your world? - where one child scrambles to the top of a hill and the others try to push him off, and whoever succeeds is king - until someone else pushes him off in his turn. It seems some of the smaller kingdoms were much like that. I know the names of only a few of them - Carcosa, Asturias, Hammerfell. About the time of the signing of the Compact - surely you know the Compact?” she broke off to ask him.

“Isn’t that the law in the Domains that no weapon may be used which does not bring the user within arm’s reach of death?”

“That’s right,” she said, “It reduced wars to the minimum; and, as I said, about the time of the signing of Compact, there were a series of wars called the Hastur Wars, and slowly, one by one, the Hasturs conquered all these lands; then they broke them up again into what we call the Seven Domains, each ruled over by one of the Great Houses of the Hastur-kin; the Comyn. The Domain of Hastur rules over the Hastur lands to the east, the Domain of Elhalyn over Hali and the western hills, the Altons rule over Armida and Mariposa, and so forth and so on…”

“I can see the Domains outlined on the map,” said Aleki. “What I want to know is how they came to power, and why the common people should obey them so unquestioningly. If you are a kinswoman of Lady Rohana, as you say, then you are evidently akin to Comyn and must know something of their history and power.”

“I know no more than anyone knows,” Jaelle evaded, “and through all this land there are very few who have not some trace of Comyn blood. Even I, and I am, as you pointed out, no more than a simple Renunciate.”

She had begun to feel that this was some sort of testing, like a Training Session before she had taken the Oath. Again, all her hidden conflicts and loyalties were being brought out and explored. He persisted:

“I still do not understand why the common people should so unquestioningly do the will of the Hasturs.”

“Do you people in the Empire not obey your governors and rulers?”

“But our rulers are chosen from among ourselves,” he answered. “Though we still call ourselves ‘Empire,’ we are an Empire without an Emperor, and structured like a Confederation - do you know these terms? We offered Darkover full membership, with autonomous government and representation in our Senate by members chosen by themselves. Almost all planets which we occupy are more than happy to be members of a star-spanning Empire, rather than remaining isolated barbarians bound to their own solitary worlds. Yet Darkover has not joined the Empire, and we do not know why; we do not know whether it is truly the will of the Darkovan people or only the will of the Hasturs and of the Comyn.‘’

For the first time she sensed that he was being wholly honest, and that he was puzzled. After a moment she asked him quietly, “Was Darkover given a choice? Or did you simply come here, establish yourselves, and
then
offer us membership in your Empire?”

“Darkover - Cottman IV -
is
an Empire colony,” Alessandro Li said quietly. “You were colonized from Terra, many years ago. When we came here, we knew that; you had lost your history - perhaps within those Ages of Chaos of which you speak. The Comyn have chosen not to make this fact known to your people, so that you people may reclaim your heritage. Normally, local planets are pleased to have the resources of a star-spanning civilization.”

It was a temptation to repeat the arguments she had heard, against the Empire and against the
Terranan
, but how could she speak for Comyn? And if she did, Aleki might badger her for more detail than she felt able to give. She realized that this long explanation had been given in order to draw her out, to get her to speak unguardedly, and she withdrew carefully from the offered gambit.

“I personally see no reason for making Darkover just another of the worlds of the Empire,” she said. “But I am not privy to the mind of Hastur. The Hasturs have probably gone into the matter much further than I, and I for one am content to let them judge these matters.”

“Wouldn’t you prefer to have a voice in the decision yourself?” he asked her curiously, “rather than mindlessly obeying the will of a ruling caste?”

“I do not
mindlessly obey
the will of any man, be he Hastur, husband or God,” she flashed back at him. “But the Comyn have studied this subject and I have not had the opportunity to know all sides of the matter as they have. Piedro has explained your system of representative democracy to me, and it seems only a way for the decisions to be placed in the hands of those unfit to make them. Would you rather listen to the voices of a thousand - or a million - fools, or to the voice of a single wise man well trained in these matters?”

“I do not automatically assume that a thousand, or a million, of the common people must be fools, or that one who speaks for the ruling class must be wise,” he retorted swiftly. “And if the thousand, or the million, are fools, is it not the business of the wise to instruct them, rather than letting them remain ignorant?”

“You are making an assumption I do not accept,” replied Jaeile, “which is that instructing a fool will make him a wise man. There is a proverb which says - a donkey may be schooled for a hundred years, and only learn to bray louder.”

“But you are not a donkey. Why do you assume that your fellow commoners are not competent to learn as well as you?”

“I am not ignorant,” she said, “but I cannot see as far as the Comyn. I have no
laran
, and even if I learned as much as I am capable of learning, I cannot read the minds and hearts of men, nor see past and future as they can do. It is this which gives them the strength to rule, and the wisdom which persuades the head-blind to accept their wisdom.”

“
Laran
,” he said quickly, “what is
laran
?” And Jaeile realized a moment too late that he had led her into this debate, just for this reason - that she might speak, unguarded. She cursed the pride that had led her to enjoy sharpening her wits on this
Terranan
.

“Laran?” she repeated blandly, as if she hardly remembered what she had said. But he had, of course, one of those forever-be-damned
records
, the words she spoke had been recorded on to one of their wretched devices and he could listen over and over to what she had said, analyze it, know what she had betrayed.