learn it. So this left the rest in the small room waiting.
Jedda took the opportunity to share a bowl of dried seaweed with Vitter, who had found a corner for himself near a portrait of Craken the Great, one of the disputed representations dear to the Imyni Faction; the consul was from the Imyni. Vitter had been studying the portrait and greeted her when she sat near him, almost as though he had hoped she would join him. He gestured to the painting. âImyni clumsiness, to make Craken look like an ape. We were fully evolved when we came to this planet.â
âIf you believe the krys.â
âYou donât?â
âSome of it. Not all.â
âWhich is your rykka?â
âNadi. I come from there.â
He nodded. âWhat do you think this wait is all about?â
âTarmaâs upset. Sheâs letting people know it.â
Vitter stared into space. âTheyâve played their cards, I guess.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âThe Orminy.â When he looked at her again, she could read the decision in his eyes, that he would risk trusting her further, that he would speak. She had to wonder why. âWe were sent here to provoke an incident. When we were on stat, my ministry was sending me all the rumors that were flying around Béyoton. The Orminy wanted to provoke an incident here in order to justify sending troops to occupy the cities in the south of Irion. A first step toward colonization.â
âYou said this was one rumor.â
âThis was the most consistent rumor. Thereâs always a root of truth in the most consistent rumor.â
Jedda looked into his eyes and found a warm, full presence there. In her way of thinking, this was as good as a kiss. She decided to risk something herself. âYour ministry does not seem to be in agreement with the rest.â
âIâm not in agreement with the rest,â Vitter said, âand many of my colleagues agree with me. We have access to information, in particular, about the movements of our beloved ruling class, and we donât like what weâre learning.â He paused. His face firmed, became clear for a moment, as if she saw him from fifty years ago. âI work in the Logistical Section of the ministry. We have been allowed a certain freedom to explore our own ideas, in particular, on the subject of Irion.â
Some of the staff from the consulate were wheeling in trays of food, salad and bread, the fourth meal.
Vitter looked her in the eye. âIâm taking a chance in speaking to you this way.â
Jedda nodded. âI certainly might be a spy, I suppose. For someone. I might not even know it myself.â
âWith the stats not working, itâs easier to trust,â Vitter said. âEven though I might regret it later.â
âWhat are your ideas about Irion?â
He shook his head. âItâs yours I want to know.â
âWhat do you mean, mine? Iâm a merchant. I trade here.â
âYouâre also a linguist,â he said. âIâve read some of your formal uploads on the Ironian languages.â
She was silent for a while. Those uploads to which he was referring, and the scholarship that they required, were why she lived. To come here and learn, and to set down what she had learned, to try to share some of what she was finding in the structure and grammar of Erejhen, in case it should make a difference to anyone. âIâm pleased to hear that.â
âOne thinks oneâs work is lost,â Vitter said, and the music of his voice contrasted with his sharp nose and weak eyes, âbecause one is only a voice among so many billions of others, not only those of today but the voices of the past as well, still alive in the living data, so very, very many of us. Yet something happens, a gate opens,â he gestured toward the sea, and she knew which gate he meant, âand suddenly the work of one person, a handful