Until this moment she had seen nothing approaching real discomfort on the aristocrat’s face. He had met them in the reception area of the revivatory at the port, seen to the collection of their belongings, provided them with two aircars to bring them to the estancia which they were to occupy—aircars they were to retain during their “visit,” he had said. He had remained to guide her through the summer domestic quarters while her husband, Roderigo Yrarier, toured the winter quarters and the offices of the new embassy with Eric bon Haunser, a younger but no less dutiful member of the Grassian aristocracy. Throughout this not inconsiderable itinerary, Obermun bon Haunser had been smooth and proper to a fault, but the question of the horses made him uncomfortable. If he did not precisely lose countenance, something at the corners of his mouth let composure slip, though subtly and only momentarily.
Marjorie, whose Olympic gold medals had been in dressage, puissance jumping, and endurance events, was accustomed to reading such twitches of the skin. Horses communicated in this way. “Is something wrong?” she inquired gently, keeping herself strictly under control.
“We had not been …” He paused, searching for a way to say it. “We had not been advised in advance about the animals.”
Animals? Since when were horses “animals”?
“Does it create a problem? Someone from Semling said the estancia has stables.”
“No, not stables,” he said. ‘There are some shelters nearby which were used by Hippae. Before this place was built, needless to say.”
Why needless to say? And Hippae? That would be the horselike animal native to this planet. “Are they so different that our mounts can’t occupy their stalls?”
“Hippae would not occupy stalls,” he replied, seeming less than candid as he did so. He lost composure sufficiently to gnaw a thumbnail before continuing. “The shelter near Opal Hill is not being used by Hippae now. and it might serve to house your horses well enough, I suppose. However, at the time of your arrival we did not have available to us any suitable conveyance for large animals.” Again, he attempted a smile. “Please excuse us, Lady Marjorie. We were set at a small contretemps that confused us for the moment. I am sure we will have solved the problem within a day or two.”
“The horses have not been revived, then.” Her voice was sharper than she had intended, edgy with outrage. Poor things! Left lying about in that cold, nightmarish nothingness.
“Not yet. Within the next few days.”
She took control of herself once more. It would not do to lose her temper and appear at a disadvantage. “Would you like me to come to the port? Or to send one of the children? If you have no one accustomed to handling horses, Stella would be glad to go, or Anthony.” Or I, she thought. Or Rigo. Any of us, man. For the love of heaven …
“Your son?”
He sounded so immediately relieved that she knew this had been part of the problem. Some diplomatic nicety, no doubt. It was possibly thought inappropriate for the ambassador or his wife to have to attend to such matters, and yet who else could? Well, let it pass. Show no anxiety. Don’t risk eventual acceptance of the embassy over the matter of a day or two—this embassy that might almost have been an answer to her prayers, this opportunity to do something of significance. Don Quixote and El Dia Octavo could sleep that much longer, along with Her Majesty. Irish Lass, Millefiori, and Blue Star. “We are looking forward to riding to our first Hunt,” she said; then, seeing his dismay, “Only as followers, of course.”
Seemingly, even this was not appropriate. An expression of outright panic showed on the man’s face. Good Lord, what had she said now?
“We have made arrangements,” he said. “A balloon-car. Perhaps this first time, until you are more familiar.”
“Whatever you think best,” she said firmly, disabusing him of any notion he might have that she would make difficulties. “We are completely in your hands.”
His face cleared. “Your cooperation is much appreciated, Lady Marjorie.”
She forced herself to smile over the screaming impatience inside her. She had been testy ever since they had arrived. Testy and hungry. No matter how much she ate, it did not seem to quell the sick emptiness inside her. “Let us take up the matter of titles, Obermun bon Haunser.”