Reclamation

Basq followed Avir around the table to where Ivale stood talking with Uary. As they approached, Uary looked up from the conversation. A spasm of distaste crossed his features.

"Ambassador Ivale," said Avir. "With your permission, I shall present your full name to Ambassador Basq of the Grand Errand." Ivale nodded his acknowledgment. "Ambassador Basq, I present to you the name of Ambassador Ivale Muirfinn Bren of the Hundredth Core." Basq timed his obeisance to match Ivale's. "I leave you to arrange your work," said Avir, and she left them there to join Kelat, who was speaking with the Historians.

"I've never seen a Contractor show such faith in the work of a Beholden," remarked Uary. Basq could hear the forced casualness in his words. "I must access your files, Ambassador, and look into your previous work."

"Should you choose to do so, you will find that I accept both credit and blame as they are due me," Basq replied smoothly. "I do not shirk one while seeking the other."

"Listen to me, both of you," said Ivale coolly. "Do not permit these differences to grow into a quarrel. We cannot afford to be divided in this committee. The Imperialists are making themselves heard in the Reclamation Assembly. The successes the Unifiers have been enjoying over the past years are making many of the Assembly members uneasy. If the Imperialists appear more united and reasoned than we do, they may just get their way and then the Vitae will become nothing more nor less than a race of warmongers."

Basq instantly bowed his head and pressed his palm against his mouth to seal in any more foolish words. Uary remained unmoved.

"Ambassador Basq," said Ivale. "In addition to the tasks specifically outlined when your name was invoked, I would ask you to place the cases of the artifacts Eric Born and Stone in the Wall into perspective with the larger group of artifacts. Specifically, you are to determine as far as possible how dangerous they are to us and the Reclamation, under what circumstances they would become most dangerous, and what precautions should be taken to prevent those circumstances. My files from the direct observation of the artifacts on the Home Ground are open for your review. You will add the information gained by Bio-technician Uary to your assessments." Ivale glowered at Uary. "And you will cooperate fully, Uary."

Uary's mouth twitched. "Ambassador Ivale, I wish to walk with my children on the Home Ground. The work is what is important to me, not who does it or who orders it."

"As it should be," said Ivale. "I will expect you to take the relevant conclusions that Ambassador Basq discovers into account with your work. We will convene our subcommittee in seventy-two hours with all available current information correlated and ready for presentation. Do you have any issues or additions to raise against this plan?" Formality flattened out the emotion in Ivale's voice.

"I have none," said Basq immediately.

"I have none at this time," said Uary. "I reserve the right to raise any that occur in the future for your attention, Ambassador Ivale."

"You have that right in perpetuity." Ivale straightened a fold in his sleeve minutely. It was a dismissive gesture and Basq took a small measure of satisfaction from the sour look it brought to Uary's face. "Ambassador Basq, your real work begins now. Technician, you must be present as the Contractors assign a Witness to accompany the Ambassador back to the Grand Errand."

Dismissed, Basq bowed and left the room as quickly as dignity would allow. He didn't spare a glance at any of the artworks or core inhabitants as he hurried down the spiraling corridor toward the core's center.

The Hundredth Core followed the layout of all the fourth generation cores. At the end of the spiral spread a public annex. Pillarlike communication booths broke up a domed space that rivaled the Home Hall for size and grandeur. The murals of Vitae ships in flight that covered the walls here had all been painted with hand tools and unaugmented skill.

Basq shut himself into one of the booths and activated the control pad as he sat down. Before the list of his options had a chance to solidify in the display space above the pad, his fingers flashed across the controls, opening the lines to the Grand Errand and his quarters, and Caril.

Less than five seconds passed before the full-body image of Caril seated in front of her own terminal appeared above the keypad.

"The formal copies of the contracts just arrived," he, said, breathless with pride and triumph. "I knew all would go well, but…"

"I know, I know." Basq felt himself smile. "But we must leave our celebration for when the work is done. I will be under the eye of a Witness before I arrive back home. Listen, I have been grouped on a subcommittee with Bio-technician Uary. He is determined to minimize my effectiveness, and maybe to disengage me from the direct Reclamation work. Eventually, I may need a way to combat him publicly."