Company Wars 01 – Downbelow Station

disputed territories. We frankly have no further interest beyond present limits.

The star-faring arm of the Company is dissolved by vote of the Company

directorates; the sole interest we have now is to see to our orderly

disengagement—our withdrawal—and the establishment of a firm border which will

give us both reasonable latitude.”

Heads bent. The council murmured together, one way and the other. Even the

mannequins about the edges of the chamber seemed disturbed.

“We are a local authority,” said Andilin at last. “You’ll have opportunity to

carry your offers higher. Can you leash the Mazianni and guarantee our

security?”

Ayres drew in his breath. “Mazian’s Fleet? No, if his captains are an example.”

“You’re in from Pell.”

“Yes.”

“And claim experience with Mazian’s captains, do you?”

He blanked for the instant… was not accustomed to such slips. Neither was he

accustomed to distances over which such comings and goings would be news. But

the merchanters, he reasoned at once, would know and tell as much as he could.

Withholding information was more than pointless; it was dangerous. “I met,” he

confessed, “with Norway’s captain, one Mallory.”

Andilin’s head inclined solemnly. “Signy Mallory. A unique privilege.”

“None to me. The Company refuses responsiblity for Norway.”

“Disorder, mismanagement; denial of responsibility… and yet Pell is well reputed

for order. I am amazed at your report. What happened there?”

“I do not serve as your intelligence.”

“You do, however, disown Mazian and the Fleet. This is a radical step.”

“I don’t disown the safety of Pell. That’s our territory.”

Then you are not prepared to cede all the disputed territories.“

“By disputed territories, of course, we mean those starting with Fargone.”

“Ah. And what is your price, citizen Ayres?”

“An orderly transition of power, certain agreements assuring the safeguarding of

our interests.”

Andilin’s face relaxed in laughter. “You seek a treaty with us. You throw aside

your own forces, and seek a treaty with us.”

“A reasonable solution to a mutual difficulty. Ten years since the last reliable

report out of the Beyond. Many more years than that with a fleet out of our

control, refusing our direction, in a war which consumes what could be a

mutually profitable trade. That is what brings us here.”

There was deathly silence in the room.

At last Andilin nodded, her chins doubling. “Mr. Ayres, we shall wrap you in

cotton wool and hand you on most gently, most, most gently, to Cyteen. With

great hope that at last someone on Earth has come to his senses. A last

question, rephrased. Was Mallory alone at Pell?”

“I can’t answer.”

“You have not yet disowned the Fleet, then.”

“I retain that option in negotiations.”

Andilin pursed her lips. “You need not worry about giving us critical

information. The merchanters will deny us nothing. Were it possible for you to

restrain the Mazianni from their immediate maneuvers, I would suggest you try.

I’d suggest that to demonstrate the seriousness of your proposal… you at least

make a token gesture toward that restraint during negotiations.”

“We cannot control Mazian.”

“You know that you will lose,” said Andilin. “In fact, that you have already

lost, and you’re attempting to hand us what we have already won… and get

concessions for it.”

“There’s little interest for us in pursuing hostilities, win or lose. It seems

to us that our original object was to make sure the stars were a viable

commercial venture; and you patently are viable. You have an economy worth

trading with, in a different kind of economic relationship from what we had

before, saving us the entanglements with the Beyond we don’t want. We can agree

on a route, a meeting point where your ships and ours can come and go as a

matter of common right. What you do on your side doesn’t interest us; direct the

development of the Beyond as you like. Likewise we will be withdrawing some jump

freighters home for the commencement of that trade. If we can possibly secure

some restraint on Conrad Mazian, we’ll recall those ships as well. I’m being

very blunt with you. The interests we pursue are so far from each other, there’s

no sane reason to continue hostilities. You’re being recognized in all points as

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