Part 2 (1/2)
At that announcement a remarkable change came; over the mob. The one Tran who had been arguing with Hunnar made apologetic gestures to Ethan. His man-ner changed abruptly from offensive to obsequious.
”May my cubs be taken by guttorbyn if I have of-fended you, sky outlanders! I did not know that these,” he almost used the word for peasant again, ”_others_ were your personal friends. Had I so known, this would not have happened. I beg my family's forgive-ness.”
”Well,” Ethan began, a bit confused by the un-expected speed of the other's apology, ”I forgive you, if that's what you want.”
”Tell Hunnar you're sorry.” September grinned.
The brilliantly bedecked Tran stared at September. For an instant Ethan saw a glimmer in the native's eyes of something other than respect. It vanished quickly. ”As the sky outlander desires.” He turned to Hunnar.
”I ask forgiveness, friend.” The last word was forced out like a recalcitrant belch.
”Finish it properly.” Ethan threw the giant a warn-ing look. They'd obtained an apology, for heaven's sake! What more did September want?
”My- my breath is your- your-” He looked uncomfortably at September, avoiding the eyes of the crowd.
”Tell him,” insisted September coolly.
a.s.suming a remarkable expression of distaste, the native put out both arms and approached Hunnar.
Placing a hand on each of the knight's shoulders, he exhaled toward his face. ”My breath is your warmth,” he said quickly. Then he retreated into the crowd.
The sympathy of the onlookers, Ethan decided, lay with the departed and not with Hunnar. The knight wrinkled his broad muzzle.”_Pagh_! That smells of _falf_ lard.”
”Anyone else have anything to say?” September stared at the crowd. With murmurs and mutterings, the a.s.sembled citizens began to move off. Like crumbs falling from a cake, they fell away in different direc-tions and smaller and smaller groups. The murmurs included distinct apologies, but all had been directed to Ethan and September.
”What was that all about?” Ethan asked the knight.
Hunnar looked upset. ”We were waiting patiently for you and friend September. Local people were going back and forth from the building you entered. Many of them made comments to us. None were pleasant to hear, Ethan. Some would have caused blood to freeze in the streets of Wannome.” He took a deep breath.
”But this is not Wannome and we did not wish to do something that might give you trouble or embarra.s.s-ment. It was very hard, but we ignored all such com-ments. At least, we did so until that last _pash_ made a reference upon my family line which could not be ig-nored.
”Had you not intervened, Ethan, I would have dec-orated the street with his insides.”
”You are quick to forgive,” Suaxus said softly. Hun-nar turned and glared at him, but the squire looked back defiantly. Suaxus had always been fast to take offense, Ethan recalled.
”We hardly intervened,” he said, trying to mollify any discomfort Hunnar might feel for not having fought his opponent. ”We were ready to fight alongside you if need be. Why did they all simply apologize and melt away as they did?”
September began scratching the earring-decorated ear. ”I'm not sure myself, lad. None of the Tran in Wannome acted like that toward us. They were po-lite, but independent.”
Hunnar gestured at the locals chivaning to and from the building. ”Not warriors.” He said it disdain-fully.
”Skua, did you notice the other's clothing?” Ethan asked.
”No. All I was watching was his face and sword arm.”
”He was wearing metalfabric sashes and other offworld decorations, and his sword was stelamic.”
”Apologetic hi proportion to commerce. Interesting.” September looked thoughtful.
”They think,” Suaxus said bitterly, ”they are supe-rior to us because of their a.s.sociation with your people here.”
”That's ridiculous.” Ethan felt acutely uncomfortable. ”Why should they?”
”It's happened often enough in our own past, lad.” September divided his attention equally between Ethan and Suaxus as he spoke. ”When the great, rich explorers from beyond, wherever beyond happened to be at the time, set up a trading post, the local natives were quick to consolidate the trade monopoly on their own behalf. Nor were they averse to showing off the trade wealth in front of their excluded brethren.
”So though someone else is making the big money off the Tran-ky-ky trade, the Arsudunites are quite content with their own small corner on the market. It makes them feel big and important, just as Suaxus claims.”
Budjir was as quiet as his companion squire was talkative, but when his spit hit the ground it possessed a certain nonverbal eloquence admirable in its conciseness.
They started back to the s.h.i.+p. The three Tran kept slightly to themselves, moving just ahead of the humans.
”I said inside the port, lad, that something else has got to be done to open up this world so all the locals benefit.” He nodded back in the direction of the port complex. ”That little altercation back there between Hunnar and one citizen is going to form the pattern for interTran relations.h.i.+ps unless this local monopoly is broken. Both of 'em. The one the Arsudunites enjoy, and the bigger one behind it.”
Ethan slipped slightly, just catching his balance on the frozen ground paralleling the icepath. ”You told me you had something in mind. Me, I'd set up another trading post with shuttlecraft facilities somewhere else, maybe on Sofold. From there trade could be conducted that would be fair to all Tran, giving them fair value for their goods while still making an honest profit in return.”
September shook his white-maned head. ”No of-fense against our friends up ahead,” and he gestured at Hunnar and the squires, ”but as much as we may've come to like 'em personally, inside they're no different than any other Tran. Pretty soon Sofold would be just like Arsudun, jealous of its little monopoly. Oh, maybe Hunnar wouldn't go for it, but there're plenty of merchants in Wannome who'd fight to preserve it.
”No, something else is needed. Something that'll pre-vent any fiscal insularity from even getting established. And something that'll just incidentally slice this present unfair setup into pieces the size of those the _Slanderscree's_ runners cut out o' the ice.
”Young feller-me-lad, the Tran need Common-wealth representation.”
Ethan halted. ”That's impossible, Skua! It would've been done by now if survey had thought it possible. Sure, a.s.sociate members.h.i.+p would be wonderful for them. They could deal with traders on a worldwide basis, spread the wealth and advances they could obtain evenly across the entire planet. But it's just not feasible.”
”Better to try than to leave them open to the kind of exploitation that's goin' on here, lad. I think it can be done. First we've got to talk to the local Commissioner. ”But you're leaving in a few days. No need to worry yourself about something you're convinced is impossible anyway.”
”I've got a few days, like you say.” Ethan resumed walking. ”It won't give me a depress.e.x if I tag along and see the Commissioner with you.”
The office of the Resident Planetary Commissioner was located in the main administration building, north-west of the port complex. Privately, Ethan thought it too ornate for a world where humanx population and interests were comparatively slight.
Five single-story buildings projected outward like the spokes of a wheel from the central structure, a three story pyramid of white and black stone done in checkerboard pattern broken only by windows.
The five subsidiary structures were living quarters for the administrative staff.
The main entrance to the pyramid was another double-door arrangement with the halfway climate maintained between for interaction between human and Tran. That section was smaller than the one they'd previously encountered, and logically so. There was little need for Tran to come here, since all trade and commerce were handled at the port.
Inside the circular main lobby a small, glowing di-rectory hung suspended in midair. The Commissioner's office was located on the third floor. They had to wait their turn at the small lift.
At the top they discovered that the Commissioner's suite _was_ the third floor. They stepped from the lift directly into busy outer offices occupied by a great many large machines and two sub-sized humans, one male, one female. No one else was in sight.
Ethan's first impression of excessive ornateness was reinforced by the carpet. A glance showed his trained eye that it was strictly luxury material, an import- probably from Mantis or maybe Long Tunnel.
Genetic manipulation had produced a natural substance with the look and feel of gra.s.s, the resistance of rubber, and the durability of dilyonite. The result was a pleasant-smelling and remarkably buoyant floor covering. It was very expensive. And though he wasn't conver-sant with diplomatic purchasing guidelines, somehow he didn't think that _verdidion_ weave was standard decor for minor offworld offices, even that of a Resident Commissioner.
A young man who looked as if he could stand a dozen good meals occupied the desk nearest the lift.
His fingers danced over and across machinery and consoles with controlled jerkiness.
Ethan's eyes rose ceiling-ward, encountered the ex-pected mosaic. Four circles of equal size met to form a crude square. The two nearest him were marked with stylized representations of continents, showing both hemispheres of Terra. Tangent to these two, the other pair had similar maps inlaid. These represented the two hemispheres of Hivehom, the home world of humanity's partner in the Commonwealth, the insectoid thranx.
Centered among these four larger circles and tangent to all of them was a single smaller circle. A vertical hourgla.s.s of bright blue, symbolizing Terra, was crossed by a horizontal hourgla.s.s of brilliant green sig-nifying Hivehom. They formed the shape of the ancient Maltese cross, and where they merged the colors blended into aquamarine, the signet hue of the United Church. Since this was a Commonwealth and not a Church installation, the cross was surrounded by a field of crimson, the color of the Commonwealth.