Section Two
Of Councils Great and Small
Piercing eyes studied
the solitary figure sitting quietly in a distant corner of a great chamber
called the ‘Hall of Assembly’, political strategy room since the beginning of
the Rebellion. Those eyes squinted in
wondering question, ‘So, this is the wisest
of councilors, personal advisor to the Maker of Worlds? Doddered, unkempt, nervous… Who really is
this man, ArdonAzubahKenath? He looks
more the part of an Eastern slave merchant awaiting his next client, and he has
just recently returned from one of his mysterious deep space sojourns. This person deserves closer scrutiny.’
‘Ardon’, as he was more often called, had been sitting
in the Hall of Assembly for nearly an hour, it being his custom to arrive early
so as to observe others entering, and to not be observed, himself.
This afforded him the luxury of a silent inquisition of the
gathering crowd and time to ponder possible unfolding of the night’s
events. He had learned long ago to watch
warily for clues that revealed motives and intentions. More than once he had managed a coup on some
spy or enemy agent sequestered among the loyal children of the Empire. Tonight was special, at least according to
Mother, and from the looks of all the military brass and high-ranking
officials, Mother hadn’t been exaggerating.
These people needed his scrutiny.
He frowned in surprise
and disapproval watching a lowly naval officer shyly enter, his eyes opened
wide in awe at the gathered company of royal officials and leading military
officers. For some moments the man stood
there, arms hanging limply, with folded hands.
The nervous fellow looked more like a trapped animal seeking escape than
a captain in the Empire’s navy.
Ardon stirred, leaning
forward, concerned. ‘Now why does Mother
trouble our presence with a washed-out captain, unfit to hold the bridge of a
cattle barge, or that scrap heap of a ship, the...’ It took a moment for him to
recall. ‘Oh yes, that derelict hulk,
Shikkeron? Should have scrapped it out
before the Great War... What’s Bedan
doing at such an important counc...’
Ardon snapped his fingers. ‘Oh,
yes... the Zephath... Sirion... The
Shikkeron was a first responder to its distress signals.’ He slowly shook his head. ‘Why does Mother need Bedan’s counsel
here? The official report contains
everything he could provide.’ . . .
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Piercing eyes studied
the solitary figure sitting quietly in a distant corner of a great chamber
called the ‘Hall of Assembly’, political strategy room since the beginning of
the Rebellion. Those eyes squinted in
wondering question, ‘So, this is the wisest
of councilors, personal advisor to the Maker of Worlds? Doddered, unkempt, nervous… Who really is
this man, ArdonAzubahKenath? He looks
more the part of an Eastern slave merchant awaiting his next client, and he has
just recently returned from one of his mysterious deep space sojourns. This person deserves closer scrutiny.’
This afforded him the luxury of a silent inquisition of the
gathering crowd and time to ponder possible unfolding of the night’s
events. He had learned long ago to watch
warily for clues that revealed motives and intentions. More than once he had managed a coup on some
spy or enemy agent sequestered among the loyal children of the Empire. Tonight was special, at least according to
Mother, and from the looks of all the military brass and high-ranking
officials, Mother hadn’t been exaggerating.
These people needed his scrutiny.
He frowned in surprise
and disapproval watching a lowly naval officer shyly enter, his eyes opened
wide in awe at the gathered company of royal officials and leading military
officers. For some moments the man stood
there, arms hanging limply, with folded hands.
The nervous fellow looked more like a trapped animal seeking escape than
a captain in the Empire’s navy.
Ardon stirred, leaning
forward, concerned. ‘Now why does Mother
trouble our presence with a washed-out captain, unfit to hold the bridge of a
cattle barge, or that scrap heap of a ship, the...’ It took a moment for him to
recall. ‘Oh yes, that derelict hulk,
Shikkeron? Should have scrapped it out
before the Great War... What’s Bedan
doing at such an important counc...’
Ardon snapped his fingers. ‘Oh,
yes... the Zephath... Sirion... The
Shikkeron was a first responder to its distress signals.’ He slowly shook his head. ‘Why does Mother need Bedan’s counsel
here? The official report contains
everything he could provide.’ . . .
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