The escort obeyed.
Jedrik waited, staring across at the position board. The two yellow and eight blue markers had been removed. She continued to stare at the board, though. Something there was more important than these two prisoners. She pointed to a cluster of red markers in an upper corner.
"See to that."
One of her commanders left the room.
McKie took a deep breath. He'd spotted the flicker of her movement toward the commander who'd obeyed. So that was how she did it! McKie moved farther into the room to put Jedrik in profile to him. She made no response to his movement, but he knew she was aware of him. He stepped closer to what he saw as the limit of her tolerance, noted a faint smile as she turned toward the prisoners.
There was an abrupt silence, one of those uncomfortable moments when people realize there are things they must do, but everyone is reluctant to start. The messenger still stood by the door to the hall, obviously wanting to see what would happen here. The escort who'd brought the prisoners remained standing in a group at one side. They were almost huddled, as though seeking protection in their own numbers.
Jedrik glanced across at the messenger.
"You may go."
She nodded to the escort.
"And you."
McKie held his cautious distance, waiting, but Jedrik took no notice of him. He saw that he not only would be allowed to stay, but that he was expected to use his wits, his off-world knowledge. Jedrik had read things in his presence: a normal distrust, caution, patience. And the fears, of course.
Jedrik took her time with the prisoners. She leaned forward, examined first Tria, then Gar. From the way she looked at them, it was clear to McKie she weighed many possibilities on how to deal with this pair. She was also building the tensions and this had its effect. Gar broke.
"Broey has a way of describing people such as you." Gar said. "He calls you 'rockets,' which is to say you are like a display which shoots up into the sky - and falls back."
Jedrik grinned.
McKie understood. Gar was not managing his emotions very well. It was a weakness.
"Many rockets in this universe must die unseen," Jedrik said.
Gar glared at her. He didn't like this response, glanced at Tria, saw from her expression that he had blundered.
Tria spoke now, smiling faintly.
"You've taken a personal interest in us, Jedrik."
To McKie, it was as though he'd suddenly crossed a threshold into the understanding of another language. Tria's was a Dosadi statement, carrying many messages. She'd said that Jedrik saw an opportunity for personal gain here and that Tria knew this. The faint smile had been the beginning of the statement. McKie felt a new awe at the special genius of the Dosadi awareness. He moved a step closer. There was something else about Tria . . . something odd.
"What is that one to you?"
Tria spoke to Jedrik, but a flicker of the eyes indicated McKie.
"He has a certain utility," Jedrik said.
"Is that the reason you keep him near you?"
"There's no single reason."
"There've been certain rumors . . ."
"One uses what's available," Jedrik said.
"Did you plan to have children by him?"
Jedrik shook with silent mirth. McKie understood that Tria probed for weaknesses, found none.
"The breeding period is so incapacitating for a female," Tria said.
The tone was deliberately goading, and McKie waited for a response.
Jedrik nodded.
"Offspring produce many repercussions down through the generations. Never a casual decision for those of us who understand."
Jedrik looked at Gar, forcing McKie to shift his attention.
Gar's face went suddenly bland, which McKie interpreted as shock and anger. The man had himself under control quickly, however. He stared at McKie, directed a question to Jedrik.
"Would his death profit us?"
Jedrik glanced at McKie.
Shocked by the directness of the question, McKie was at least as intrigued by the assumptions in Gar's question. "Us!" Gar assumed that he and Jedrik had common cause. Jedrik was weighing that assumption and McKie, filled with elation, understood. He also recognized something else and realized he could now repay all of Jedrik's patient teaching.
Tria!
Something about Tria's way of holding her head, the inflections in her spoken Galach, struck a chord in McKie's memory. Tria was a Human who'd been trained by a PanSpechi - that way of moving the eyes before the head moved, the peculiar emphasis in her speech mannerisms. But there were no PanSpechi on Dosadi. Or were there?
None of this showed on McKie's face. He continued to radiate distrust, caution, patience. But he began to ask himself if there might be another loose thread in this Dosadi mystery. He saw Jedrik looking at him and, without thinking about it, gave her a purely Dosadi eye signal to follow him, returned to the adjoining room. It was a measure of how she read him that she came without question.
"Yes?"
He told her what he suspected.
"These PanSpechi, they are the ones who can grow a body to simulate that of another species?"
"Except for the eyes. They have faceted eyes. Any PanSpechi who could act freely and simulate another species would be only the surface manifestation. The freely moving one is only one of five bodies; it's the holder of the ego, the identity. This passes periodically to another of the five. It's a PanSpechi crime to prevent that transfer by surgically fixing the ego in only one of the bodies."
Jedrik glanced out the doorway. "You're sure about her?"
"The pattern's there."
"The faceted eyes, can that be disguised?"
"There are ways: contact lenses or a rather delicate operation. I've been trained to detect such things, however, and I can tell you that the one who trained her is not Gar."