The Alembic Plot: A Terran Empire novelWilson, Ann
Science
The Alembic Plot: A Terran Empire novel
Wilson, Ann
Science fiction
"That is something I cannot answer at the moment, Your Majesty. That
is up to High King Mark; I do not know who he will choose to handle
it." Probably her, she thought, considering she was acting Protector as
well as High King's Inquisitor and Archduchess of High Teton--but she
couldn't be certain.
"You're doing this without his knowledge?"
"Yes, because I believe it to be the least bad of the options open to
us, now that contact has been made."
To her amusement, the Emperor looked dismayed. "I . . . see," he said
slowly. "I hope Ranger Medart will be able to improve your opinion of
us, Colonel. If your Systems should choose to become part of the
Empire, I'd like you to be my guest in the Palace for a month or so."
Cortin inclined her head. "That is most gracious of Your Majesty. In
that event, I would be honored."
"Until that time, then, Colonel."
The ultrawave screen went blank, and Cortin picked up the telephone
handset, dialing High King Mark's private number. When that screen
lit, she said, "Is Your Majesty aware that the Imperial scouts got a
message out before they were captured?"
"I was not, Colonel. I assume that means we can expect more of them
soon."
"I can guarantee it, sire." Cortin took a deep breath, released it
slowly. "Rather than risk an automatic military response that could
destroy the Systems, I took advantage of information one of my
prisoners gave me. I appealed to the Emperor, based on their laws
granting citizenship to anyone of Terran origin, and direct access to
the Sovereign if necessary; at my request, he is sending one of his
personal representatives to ease our inevitable absorption into the
Empire."
There was a long silence, then the High King sighed. "If you think
that best, Protector, I can hardly argue. I assume you'll take
complete charge of the negotiations?"
"If that is Your Majesty's wish."
"You have resources I do not, and at least as much devotion to our
mutual home; yes, it is my wish. I'll make the necessary announcement
immediately."
"I feel inadequate, Your Majesty, but I will carry on as well as I
can." Cortin stood silent for a moment, then returned to her seat.
She'd hoped King Mark would take over, and was disappointed he hadn't.
She had no diplomatic experience, and, she suspected, no skill in that
field; how could she possibly bring about the sort of non-destructive
Imperial takeover that would save the Systems and her Family?
"Joanie?" A voice finally broke into her abstraction.
"What is it, Mike?"
"Is there anything we can do to help?"
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