Part 4 (1/2)
”I have the evening free.”
”Take supper with me, then.”
Hecht accepted. Anna and Redfearn Bechter alike would pout.
Bechter wanted him to spend more time with the staff in the Castella dollas Pontellas. Hoping to seduce him into the warrior Brotherhood.
The Brothers there were preparing to welcome a new castellan. He would replace Grade Drocker. Though Drocker had been but acting head of the local chapter. The true castellan, Hawley Quirke, had been summoned to the Brotherhood's home base, the Castella Anjela dolla Picolena on the island of Staklirhod, in the eastern reaches of the Mother Sea. Quirke had been lost in a sea battle with a Praman fleet. The position of castellan had gone unfilled since.
”Send word to Bechter about when and where.”
”You're in a hurry to go?”
No. I want to see how Polo is. And I want to talk to Colonel Ghort.”
HECHT ASKED, ”YOU EVER HAVE TROUBLE WITH THOSE two before?”
”Not really. They belonged to the Cologni company.” The City Regiment was a conglomerate of forces subsidized by wealthy benefactors. ”And, no, I don't think the Cologni put them up to it. They don't have the imagination.”
Having worked with senior members of all the Five Families, Hecht agreed. ”They are a dim lot. They're lucky there aren't any bright outsiders around to take advantage.”
”Those idiots just saw a chance to grab some extra money.”
That was not hard to understand. The poor generally were very poor and desperate indeed. Thinking past tomorrow was a waste of time.
Hecht shrugged. ”I'd like to go after those cousins of yours myself.”
”Not cousins.” Ghort meant to distance himself. ”Just guys from back home. How would you get away? Especially with this Clearenza s.h.i.+t?”
”'I can't. I'd just like to. To talk to them before anyone else.”
”What do you want to find out before anybody else?”
”Who sent them.”
”You know they won't know that.”
”Don't underestimate the reservoirs of stupid in this world. The man who's supposed to pay them will turn up there. Maybe to pay them, maybe to cut their throats.”
”It was me, I'd send some other guys to do that.”
”That's possible, too.”
”So. I'd really better have somebody get there first. You gonna lend me your Deves?”
”They aren't mine. They're still part of the City Regiment.”
”All but the best ones. You took them with you.”
”Yes. I did. And I mean to keep them close.”
”But...”
”I'll talk to t.i.tus. If he sees any advantage for his people, he'll help. Was I you, I wouldn't count on it.”
”Well, s.h.i.+t. I didn't want to use my own guys. The finance board will kick my a.s.s for operating outside the city. 'Course, they'll kick it if I don't do nothing, too.”
”I feel your pain, brother. I don't have it any better. It's a full-time job just getting my troops paid.” He had a sudden notion. He suggested it.
”I like it, Pipe. How long till you could find out if Consent would cover you?”
”Not long.”
”I know a s.h.i.+p. The Donetos own her. She's waiting for a cargo. She's supposed to be greased lightning. She trades in places where the republics think they own a monopoly.”
”A smuggler.”
”Technically. Her master would argue, though.”
”He'd sail up the Sawn to Sonsa?”
”Why not? If he ain't carrying contraband?”
Hecht thought there might be a problem, anyway. If he took up his notion. He had been to Sonsa before.
Ghort said, ”Unless the G.o.ds intervene, we can afford another day. If we use the Lumberer.” Lumberer.”
”The what?”
”That's the name of the boat. A joke. Like calling a big guy Tiny.”
Hecht understood without comprehending. It was a western thing. ”Uhm. I wonder. Think we could pull it off?”
”What?”
”Sneaking out. To make the pickup ourselves.”
”Sure. But your excuse is gonna raise a stink like a year-old latrine.” Ghort smirked.
”But if we say we did it ourselves because we didn't have the money to pay our men to, we shame them before the people.”
”If we pull it off.”
”Yes. We wouldn't dare fail.” Hecht knew what he was proposing was not bright. But sometimes you bull ahead in full knowledge that you are doing something dumb.