The lawyers obviously weren’t counting on it either. Another matter they would investigate was the possibility of breaking the clause which effectively prevented Gonwil from selling her stock in Lodis Associates to anyone but another associate. If the Bank of Rienne acquired the stock, it would put an end to Malrue’s maneuverings. At the moment, however, it looked as if six or eight years of wrangling in Tayun courts might be required to force a favorable decision on that point.
All in all, Telzey reflected, Dasinger’s pessimism was beginning to appear justified. And the mere fact that they were at present confined to the spacecruiser was an intimation of what it could be like to live for years on guard against some unknown assassin’s stroke, or hiding somewhere, shut off from normal existence. Dasinger might, as a matter of fact, have arranged the temporary retreat from Orado in part to demonstrate just that.
When they gathered for dinner, she learned that Pehanron College, after being privately briefed by Rienne officials on the current state of affairs, had sent word it was cooperating by placing both Gonwil and Telzey on technical sick leave for as long as might be necessary.
That seemed somehow the most decisive move of the day.
After dinner, she retired early to her cabin. It was possible, as Dasinger had suggested, that the attorneys would still come up with a practical solution. But one clearly couldn’t depend on it.
She sent out a thread of thought for Chomir, located him in the cruiser’s lounge with Gonwil and Gilas, and slipped back into his mind. It was as easy now as walking into a house to which one owned the key. When ship-night was sounded an hour or so later, she was with him as he followed Gonwil to her cabin. And quite a little later again, she knew Gonwil finally had found troubled sleep.
Telzey withdrew from Chomir and put out the drifting telepathic probe which by and by would touch one of Gonwil’s sleeping thoughts and through it establish the first insubstantial bridge between their minds. Then, in a day or two, she would be in control of Gonwil’s mental activities, in the same unsuspected and untraceable way and as completely, as she was of Chomir’s.
She felt uncomfortable about it. It hadn’t disturbed her at all to tap the minds of strangers, just to see what was in there and to experiment a little. Intruding on the private thoughts of a friend, secretly and uninvited, somehow seemed a very different matter.
But the way things appeared to be going made it necessary now.
* * *
It was a week before the subject of registering for a private war came up again; and now it wasn’t Dasinger’s suggestion. The bank’s attorneys recommended the move, though with obvious reluctance, to Gilas and Gonwil, as an apparently necessary one if Mrs. Parlin’s designs on Gonwil’s share in Lodis Associates were to be checked.
By then, nobody, including Gonwil, was really surprised to hear of it. It had been a frustrating week for the legal staff. While they felt they weren’t at the end of their resources, it was clear that Malrue Parlin had been prepared for years to face a day of reckoning. The investigators on Tayun reported many suspicious circumstances about her activities, but produced no scrap of legal evidence to connect the Parlins to them. Malrue had few allies with whom she had worked directly; and all of them had protected themselves as carefully as she did.
Other approaches had brought equally negative results. The rule barring members of Lodis Associates from selling shares to outsiders before their fellows were given an opportunity to purchase them at a prohibitively low price was found to be backed in full by Tayun law. While Gonwil was still a child, the rule could have been set aside with relative ease, but there appeared to be no way around it now that she would be a legally responsible adult within a few months. The minor shareholders in the concern had declined offers of her stock at something approximating its present value, and indicated they would have no interest in it at any price. They clearly didn’t intend to get into Malrue Parlin’s game.
The Parlins were still on Orado, equipped with a formidable bodyguard and an equally formidable corps of lawyers, both imports from Tayun who evidently had preceded Malrue and her husband here, to be brought into action if needed. But Malrue had made no immediate moves. She might be satisfied to let Gonwil’s supporters find out for themselves that her legal position was unassailable.
Telzey had remained a detached observer of these developments, realizing they were running uncomfortably close to Dasinger’s predictions. She was giving most of her time to Gonwil. Her previous investigations of human minds had been brief and directed as a rule to specific details, but she felt there was reason to be very careful here.
What was going on inside Gonwil’s blond head nowadays wasn’t good. Harm had been done, and Telzey was afraid to tamper with the results, to attempt the role of healer. It wasn’t a simple matter of patching up a few memories as with Chomir; there was too much she didn’t understand. Gonwil would have to do her own healing, at least at the start, and to an extent she was doing it. During the first day or two, her thoughts had a numbed quality to them. Outwardly she acquiesced in everything, was polite, smiled occasionally. But something had been shattered; and she was waiting to see what the people about her would do, how they intended to put all the pieces together again. When she thought of Cousin Malrue’s treachery, it was in a puzzled, childish manner.
Then, gradually, she began to understand that the pieces weren’t simply going to be put together again now. This ugliness could go on indefinitely, excluding her meanwhile from normal human life.
The realization woke Gonwil up. Until then, most of the details of the situation about her had been blurred and without much meaning. Now she started to look them over carefully, and they became obvious enough.
The efforts of Rienne’s lawyers to find a satisfactory solution had begun to bog down because this was a matter which the Federation’s laws did not adequately cover. She had been one of the Hub’s favored and pampered children, but in part that was now the reason she was being forced towards the edge of a no man’s land where survival depended on oneself and one’s friends. Unless something quite unexpected happened, she would soon have to decide what the future would be like.
The thought startled her, but she accepted it. There was a boy in the Federation Navy, a cadet she’d met the previous summer, who played a part in her considerations. So did Telzey, and Dasinger and his agency, and Malrue and her husband and Junior, and the group of professional gunmen they’d brought in from Tayun to be their bodyguards. All of them would be affected in one way or another by what she agreed to. She must be very careful to make no mistakes.
* * *
Gonwil, seen directly in her reflections and shifts of feeling now that she’d snapped out of the numbed shock, seemed more likable than ever to Telzey. But she didn’t like at all what was almost surely coming.
It came. Mainly perhaps for the purpose of having it on record, Rienne’s legal department had notified the Parlins’ lawyers in Orado City that Miss Lodis desired to dispose of her stock in Lodis Associates. A reply two days later stated that Malrue Parlin, though painfully affected by Miss Lodis’s estrangement from herself and her family, was willing to take over the stock. She was not unmindful of her right to purchase at the original value, but would pay twice that, solely to accommodate Miss Lodis.
In Telzey’s opinion, the legal department flipped when it read the reply. It had, of course, been putting up with a good deal during the week. It called promptly for a planet-to-ship general conference, and pointed out that the sum Malrue offered was approximately a tenth of the real value of Gonwil’s share in the concern. In view of the fact that an attempt to murder Miss Lodis already had been made, Mrs. Parlin’s reply must be considered not a bona fide offer but a form of extortion. A threat was implied.
However, Mrs. Parlin might be showing more confidence than she felt. If violence again entered the picture, she was now not invulnerable. To some extent, at least, she was bluffing. To counter the bluff, she should be shown unmistakably that Miss Lodis was determined to defend herself and her interests by whatever means were necessary.
The legal department’s advice at this point must be to have Miss Lodis register the fact that against her wishes she had become involved in a private war with the Parlin family, and that she was appointing the Kyth Agency to act as her agent in this affair. The events and investigations of the past week provided more than sufficient grounds for the registration, and its purpose would go beyond making it clear to the Parlins that from now on they would be in jeopardy no less than Miss Lodis. It had been discovered that while the rule which prevented the sale of Lodis Associates stock outside the concern could not be broken in court, it could be rescinded by a two-thirds majority vote of the shareholders, and Miss Lodis and the Parlin family between them controlled more than two thirds of the stock. No doubt, forcible means would be required to persuade the Parlins to agree to the action, but the agreement would be valid if obtained in that manner under the necessities of a registered private war. Miss Lodis could then sell her shares at full value to the Bank of Rienne or a similar institution, which would end the Parlins’ efforts to obtain them, and take her out of danger.