Part 19 (1/2)

Purple nodded. ”But the Hectare will make the case that the n.o.bleman wanted to take over the throne himself, bypa.s.sing the middleman.”

”Yes, that's an obvious target. So we must prepare a defense, while working out an offense of more devious nature, that may catch the Hectare by surprise and lead to its disadvantage. Your devious mind should be able to craft such an attack. Let me work out the family defense, while you work out the attack.”

”My devious mind,” he said. ”I would take that as a compliment, if I didn't know you.”

”I agreed to help you,” she retorted. ”I never agreed to like you.”

”And you will do the one, and not the other,” he agreed. ”I would rather have an honest enemy in my camp than a dishonest friend. This is why I chose you, apart from your propinquity.”

She nodded. Purple was awful in every way except cunning. Certainly she was more to be trusted than his ally Tan. His choice of her for his second made sense despite her lack of experience with the game. He had had to make a decision quickly, and it would have taken precious time to run down someone else, while she had been right there. Nepe must have figured on that. Still, Nepe was a nervy player herself.

She gazed at the wall and pondered the play-family situation. Father, mother, daughter, father accused of poisoning the king in order to a.s.sume the throne. By the rules of this contest, she was sure, any statement made by a player had to be taken at face value; if the Hectare said the father was next in line for the throne, then it would be so, and they would have to find a way to nullify that motive without denying the connection. They could do that at the outset, as Purple had the first statement, but that would be purely defensive. If they said that the father was unrelated, merely a good friend of the king's, who had no motive to do him harm, the Hectare might merely modify the charge: the father was doing it because he had no personal ambition, and would be unsuspected; he had a secret reason to promote a third party, who had promised him a much better position. That would be hard to refute, and the effort would keep them on the defensive, a bad position to be in. So the answer must be in the attack: keep the heat on the other side, so that it could not attack the father.

She was discovering that her mind was attuning nicely to this challenge, despite her lack of experience. Perhaps it was the fascination of the setting, whose appeal made her truly want to partic.i.p.ate.

”Time,” the Game Computer announced.

”Go for the attack!” Brown said hurriedly. ”Never let up! I'm not sure of our defense.”

”My own conclusion,” he said.

They pa.s.sed through the decorated stone door and reentered the main chamber. The Hectare and Citizen Tan emerged from an opposite chamber.

Now it occurred to Brown that the layout of the palace could be significant; a person could establish an alibi by showing that he was nowhere near the kitchen at the time the dates were poisoned. No, the suspects had already been determined, so must have had access. Still, the complicated network of the palace might figure in some other way; she would keep that in mind.

”We are gathered here in the South Anteroom to determine the truth,” the Game Computer said. ”The scenes will be reenacted as described. Players will take turns addressing particular actors. Citizen Purple will make the opening statement.”

”I address the maiden in the multicolored dress,” Purple said.

As he spoke, that one animated, looking at him. ”She is the sister of that young man.” He pointed to the narrow-waisted man Brown thought of as the bull-leaper. ”She is in love with her brother's friend, there.” He indicated the other young man. The young woman walked to the young man and embraced him, dramatizing their love. They made a pretty couple. ”She wanted to marry him, but the king wanted her for a concubine.” The couple broke, and the woman gazed with evident dismay offstage, where presumably the king was beckoning. ”So, in order to protect his sister, the brother tried to poison-”

”Objection!” Tan cried. ”He is charging an unaddressed player.”

”Sustained,” the Game Computer said. ”Statement must be limited to the addressed player.”

Purple scowled, and Brown, sharing his situation, understood. The rule should have been clarified beforehand. ”Still, you can establish the motive by implication,” she murmured.

Purple nodded. ”Correction: the young woman knew that the king desired her for a concubine, and that this would ruin her chance to marry her beloved, so she pleaded with her brother to do something to ease her case.” The young woman approached the man designated as her brother, and gestured animatedly as she faced him: her pleading. ”She knew he would do whatever it took.” She looked confident.

Brown considered it a good attack. The Hectare could hardly afford to ignore it; even if a motive were established for some other player, that brotherly love would be persuasive. It was also a good animation. She knew that the setting was largely illusion, and that the characters were robots, but everything looked real and alive, and it was easy to suspend disbelief. The drama was coming alive for her.

The Hectare consulted briefly with his second, then made some squeaks. ”I address the brother,” the translator said. The indicated young man animated. ”It is true that he loves his sister, but his loyalty to his king is paramount. He would do anything to promote the welfare of his sister that does not conflict with his honor. So though she begged him to help her, and he agreed, he stressed that no action could be taken against the king. Instead, he would try to distract the king by proffering another potential concubine, the daughter of respected palace n.o.bles.” A tentacle pointed, and Purple's young woman animated: she was the one.

”Oops,” Brown murmured, suddenly seeing what was coming.

”Tan's sharper than I thought,” Purple muttered. ”He saw me coming with the brother ploy.”

”So he approached the other woman,” the translation continued, and the young man did just that with Purple's young woman. ”He suggested to her that the king found her interesting, but hesitated to approach her because he did not wish to offend his friend the n.o.ble. If, on the other hand, she were to approach the king, she might find a warm reception, and excellent benefits from his favor. She, taken by surprise, agreed to consider the matter. However, her father overheard, and-”

”Objection!” Brown called. ”Neither the girl nor her father is being addressed.”

”Sustained,” the Game Computer said.

”As the brother left the girl,” the Hectare translation continued, ”he saw her father in an adjacent chamber, separated by only a hanging rug, and realized that the man had been listening to their conversation. That made him nervous, for he knew the father to be a man set in his ways, and there was no telling what he might do if he thought his daughter was about to compromise herself with the king and ruin her value on the marriage market.”

Brown was worried. The Hectare, supposedly not comfortable with human conventions, was addressing them very well. That had to be Tan's input; he probably was serving the Hectare as loyally as Brown was serving Purple, lest his own hide suffer.

”This I can handle,” Purple murmured. Brown was relieved, because her mind was blank on this one; she realized that she was not good at devious ploys. ”I'll throw him a curve that will scotch this ploy.”

Purple spoke to the stage. ”I address the father.” The man straightened up behind the rug. ”What he overheard amazed him, but his reaction was not anger but gratification. He had felt subtly alienated from the king recently, and now understood why: the king was developing another kind of interest. But if his daughter were to attract the king's interest, the father would be right back in the king's favor. Since the daughter seemed to have no good prospects for marriage, this was an excellent alternative prospect. Meanwhile, this development provided him with a sinister private satisfaction. He was privy to certain secrets of the palace, and knew that the fiancee of the girl whose brother was trying to save her from the king was not the sterling character he seemed. He led a double life, and had had a mistress of lower cla.s.s whom he had dearly loved-until the king had taken her as a pa.s.sing concubine, and she had dumped him, the friend.”

”Objection!” Tan said.

”I am not addressing any other character,” Purple said. ”I am merely describing the father's thoughts, which cover his knowledge of palace intrigues and affect his course of action.”

”Overruled.” the Game Computer said.

Purple smiled, and continued. ”The father knew that the friend had of course been unable to protest, but nursed an abiding grudge against the king for that episode, though the king had been unaware of his interest in the girl. The friend's present engagement was a matter of expedience; his heart was not in it, though he said nothing to her brother about that. When the king's interest in his fiancee developed, the friend realized that the king might do him an unwitting favor to match the unwitting injury before, by breaking up a liaison he had concluded he did not desire. But now the king was about to ruin even that, if the brother's ploy was effective, and leave him stuck. He realized that it was pointless to allow events to take their own course; if he was going to settle with the king for the prior injury, it had better be now.” Purple smiled. ”Such were the thoughts of the father. Of course he intended to protect the king against any such attack, and resolved to watch the young man closely.”

Brown had to admit that Purple was a cunning character; he had figured out how to address two characters at the same time, defending his own and renewing the attack on his opponent's.

There was a pause while Tan and the Hectare consulted; this one had them in trouble. Then the Hectare squeaked. ”I address the friend. So he considered killing the king, but naturally did not care to do it openly. Casting about for some subtle means, such as poisoning, he went to the storage region of the palace, where the king's special favorite dates were kept for him alone. But as he navigated the tortuous pa.s.sages, he encountered another person: the girl's mother. He realized that though her father might approve a liaison between daughter and king, the mother would not. Indeed she would be so set against such dishonor that she might do virtually anything to prevent it. He realized that he did not need to do anything; the woman would do it for him. So he look another pa.s.sage, and left her to go her way. It seemed that he could not lose: if the woman took out the king, his vengeance would be complete and he would be blameless. If she did not, the king would do him the favor of taking his fiancee off his hands.”

It was Purple's turn again. ”It's learning,” he muttered with grudging respect. ”It's going along with me, but diverting it. This may get complicated.”

”But the mother won't have the nerve to kill anyone,” Brown said.

”Sure enough.” He faced the stage. ”I address the mother. She did indeed have murder on her mind, to protect her daughter, but her encounter with the friend made her realize that she could hardly sneak in un.o.bserved and poison the dates. Also, the closer she got to the storage room, the more appalling the notion of killing anyone became, especially the king, who was a good friend of her husband's. She simply couldn't do it. She would have to talk to her daughter, and persuade her not to do this thing, to save herself for some nice young man who was sure to come along eventually. So the mother set her vial of poison in a niche out of sight, and walked on by the storeroom, relieved that she had found a better way.”

Purple took a breath. ”However, it occurred to her in a moment that the vial wasn't safe there; a cleaning wench might find it. and ask awkward questions, and if they tested it on an animal they would soon know its nature. So she turned about and went to recover it, despite her nervousness about possibly getting caught with it. But to her surprise and dismay she discovered it gone. It had been only a few minutes, and there was no one else in the pa.s.sage. She realized that only one person could have taken it: the young man she had encountered and walked with briefly. He must have watched her, and then gone to recover the vial the moment she was gone. Was he going to use it himself?”

Purple had turned it back on the Hectare. The mother was innocent, but the friend still had motive and opportunity-and poison now. The finale was approaching, and Purple's situation was good.

But Tan had evidently been pondering ploys, and came up with a good one for the Hectare. ”I address the daughter,” the Hectare squeaked. The daughter turned to face him, her proud b.r.e.a.s.t.s prominent above her tiny waist, the sparkle of her necklaces calling attention to her frontal a.s.sets. Her skirt bands matched the color of her jewelry, providing her an artistic unity that further enhanced her s.e.x appeal. Even her bare toes showing beneath her skirt contributed, suggesting that her legs were similarly innocent of covering all the way up under the skirt. Brown found herself desiring the girl, despite everything; the humanoid robot had come alive in the play, and become for her the highborn daughter of a Cretan n.o.ble. Such a girl could readily be loved.

”This young woman has been misunderstood by all,” the translator continued. ”The brother thought to persuade her to attract the notice of the king, and she seemed to be interested. Her father was glad for that prospect, while her mother was horrified. But in truth she had no intention of indulging with the king-or any man.”

Brown felt a chill of apprehension. Purple would keep her secret as long as she supported him, but she had to deal with Tan, who surely also knew her secret. Was he going to throw in lesbianism to mess her up, so that the Hectare could gain the advantage over Purple? If she lost her concentration now, the play might be done before she could regain it. She tried to steel herself.

”For you see, she distrusted men. It seemed to her that they inevitably took unfair advantage of women, and the king was the worst of all, because he had most power. Now her friend's brother wanted her to distract the king, so that his sister could remain with her fiance. But that fiance was false, having secret affairs and no real respect for the woman he was to marry. If she were to distract the king, the fiance would find another way to get rid of the fiance. And her own father, instead of protesting the prospect of her liaison with the king, was in favor of it, because it would lend him additional status. Thus all the men were hopelessly corrupt. Only her mother supported her.” As the translator spoke, the named players animated and posed, the three men looking villainous, the mother looking n.o.ble.

But maybe he was going another route. Brown thought. Distrust of men was not the same as love of women. Brown herself did not hate men; she had great affection and respect for a number, beginning with the Adept Stile. She just didn't care to have s.e.x with them, any more than the men would care to have it with each other.

”So she, realizing that her mother lacked the gumption to do the job, and not trusting any man to do it, realized that she would probably have to do it herself. She hated the king and wanted him dead, because of his power over women and the possibility of his deciding to take her as a lover. Now was the time to kill him, because she had seen her friend's fiance go to the storerooms, and take the poison-”