Part 23 (1/2)
”Join us,” Number Fifty-six said.
That was the invitation she needed. She walked to the table, put her hands on the underside of it, and bowed her head, touching her forehead to the smooth surface. The Disty had allowed humans to use that as their most polite gesture, since many older human bodies couldn't sit with feet pressed together, bend at the waist, and touch the forehead to a surface.
”Greetings, Chief Protocol Officer,” Number Fifty-six said. The fact that he had acknowledged her in this way allowed her to stand upright.
She did so slowly, knowing if she moved too quickly she would get dizzy.
”You understand,” Number Fifty-six said, ”we did not send for you.”
”I understand,” she said, speaking as formally as he was. ”However, when my a.s.sistant opened the room, he realized there was an imbalance in rank among you. Since you are using a public conference room, you must follow Alliance protocols.”
”We have tried, Chief Protocol Officer,” Number Fifty-Six said. ”Your head of the Allied Human Worlds has rudely refused to appear.”
”Forgive me,” Ogden said. ”I was informed that he was unavailable to my a.s.sistant only.”
Number Fifty-six spread his long elegant hands in a so-what gesture. ”It is the same thing.”
”Among my people, it is not,” Ogden said, and mentally added not always, anyway, not always, anyway, so that she wasn't telling a complete lie. ”This is why a protocol officer should attend each meeting. Allow me to summon Mr. Jefferson. May we reschedule the meeting for a time that will allow him to attend?” so that she wasn't telling a complete lie. ”This is why a protocol officer should attend each meeting. Allow me to summon Mr. Jefferson. May we reschedule the meeting for a time that will allow him to attend?”
”No.” Number Fifty-six startled her with the firmness of his denial. ”We have an emergency and it must be dealt with now.”
”I shall inform his people. They shall find him, wherever he is.” And he'd better not be off-site, And he'd better not be off-site, she thought. She sent a complete message to her a.s.sistant, so that the message could get forwarded to Jefferson. she thought. She sent a complete message to her a.s.sistant, so that the message could get forwarded to Jefferson.
If he didn't show, she would have him stripped of his rank. It was one of the few privileges of her office: She could strip anyone of rank for not following procedures, particularly in an emergency. It was a power she couldn't use lightly, but in this instance, she would consider it.
”We shall continue without him,” Number Fifty-six said.
Ammer looked at Ogden with undisguised panic. So the human representative from Mars believed she was in over her head. Then Ogden had to stall as best she could.
”Forgive me,” she said again to Number Fifty-six. ”I am the human with the highest rank in the room. If you feel you must continue, then I am afraid I must act in Mr. Jefferson's stead until he arrives.”
”You are the protocol chief,” Number Fifty-six said. ”It is not allowed.”
”I am afraid it is required,” Ogden said. ”Earth Alliance Protocol Code 20745.25, governing human-Disty relations, states-”
”Very well.” Number Fifty-six clasped his hands together. He had already known that code, yet he had initially denied it.
Ogden felt her heartburn flare. Yet another enhancement that she didn't want. Her sour stomach was reflecting her moods too much these days-and this mood was barely contained fright. She knew Alliance protocols, but not the protocols for dealing with the Disty on an extreme level.
”Please,” she said, ”update me on the crisis.”
”It is not a crisis,” Number Fifty-six said with that same defiant tone he had used earlier. ”It is a deception.”
Ammer's expression became even more alarmed. The three humans behind her had bowed their heads, probably so that Ogden couldn't see their expressions.
Where the h.e.l.l is Jefferson? She sent to her a.s.sistant. She sent to her a.s.sistant.
We still can't find him, Sorensen sent back. Sorensen sent back.
Then get his second here. Now!
”I am afraid I was awakened from a sound sleep and not informed about the intricacies of this,” she said. ”I know that the Disty are in turmoil on Mars-”
”In turmoil?” Number Fifty-six switched to English, a language that the Disty were far more comfortable with.
If things got much worse, he might switch to his own language, and then Ogden would need an interpreter. She spoke thirty different languages, but she didn't have the nuances down for negotiation in all of them. She didn't trust herself in Disty.
”Your people have contaminated our lands,” he snapped. ”It has been going on for decades, and has, in the past few days, cost many Disty lives. The humans and the Disty can no longer coexist. Not on Mars. Perhaps not anywhere.”
Ogden felt her breath catch. Ammer bowed her head, and Ogden felt as if she had lost her support.
”Contaminated?” Ogden asked.
”I cannot explain all of this to you,” Number Fifty-six said. ”You probably know of it. We believe your kind has planned this deception since our paths crossed, and it has finally come to fruition. What we need now is a clean area for our contaminated population to resettle while we figure out how to clean them. Then we must decide what to do with the Domes. We will not abandon them to the humans.”
How could Disty-human relations have broken down so badly in the hour that she had been asleep? What had she missed?
The best thing she could do until Jefferson arrived was to keep Number Fifty-six talking.
”What do you propose to do with the Domes?” Ogden asked.
”We have limited choices. Unfortunately, we must find out from your leaders where the grave sites are before we can do anything, and we must trust your people to remove the bodies. Either that or we shall have to demolish the Domes, find someone else to dig up the land, and burn its contents. Perhaps we'll be able to rebuild. Perhaps not. The economic loss will be devastating. The loss of life has already been horrifying, and there will be more to come if you do not cooperate with us.”
Send someone! She sent to her a.s.sistant. She sent to her a.s.sistant. Now! Now!
She did not wait for his answer.
”We shall cooperate,” she said. ”I am afraid I don't completely understand the level of disaster. May I take a short five minutes to review the emergency, consult with some human leaders, and see what we can do in this situation?”
Ammer kept her head bowed. The other humans hadn't looked up either.
Ogden wondered if she was doing something wrong.
Number Fifty-six continued to stare at her.
”I am sorry for your understandable anger, and I realize the need for haste. I must admit that I am out of my depth here, and uncertain about what my options are. I would like-”
”We do not care what you would like,” Number Fifty-six said. ”We have discovered criminal duplicity among your people. It's causing an unprecedented crisis among mine. We might have to abandon Mars. We might have to abandon Mars. Have you thought of that?” Have you thought of that?”
Of course she hadn't. She had no idea what he was even talking about. How could the Disty abandon Mars? They ran Mars.
”Please,” she said.
He waved both hands upward, a Disty gesture of disgust. ”Take your five minutes. A dozen Disty lives will be lost in that amount of time, but you humans have already shown that you don't care.”
She didn't move. She wasn't sure if she should. His words gave her permission and took it away in the same breath.