She nodded, wide-eyed. Caitlin was obviously even more surprised than Aille at the Preceptor’s knowledge of the details of human history.
The Preceptor turned back to address the Naukra. “The distinction, in human custom, is clear. The Bond’s status would be temporary, not permanent. Once the kochan was formed—judged so, by the Naukra—the Bond’s status would end. There would be no continuing affiliation, which might lead the Bond to become overly strong and develop particular interests unsuited to its function.”
The Hij representative’s posture slipped into puzzlement. “How can an affiliation not be permanent? I can see that, to be sure, with the human taif, since no bloodline connection is possible. But with the Jao taif being proposed—ah.”
In the corner of his eye, Aille saw Yaut struggling not to adopt the same posture Aille was struggling not to adopt. Incredulity-at-blatant-stupidity was a most impolite stance to take at any gathering, much less that of the Naukra.
The Hij, clearly enough, had just realized what was obvious. And the Preceptor, though neither his stance nor his tone indicated anything beyond neutrality, put it into words.
“The Bond is not a kochan. We do not breed. Therefore the normal bloodline ties which would develop between a taif and its kochan are impossible.”
His next words were spoken even more decisively than Nikau’s.
“Only the Bond can make this decision. We will, of course, consult with kochan representatives.” His eyes went quickly from Dau to Nikau and back again. “I will specifically want Pluthrak and Narvo involved in the negotiations.”
Nikau began to stiffen, but the Preceptor’s gaze upon her was now hard, not neutral. “I understand that Narvo has removed itself from this discussion. But there are other matters which will need to be discussed.”
“Such as?” she demanded, half-angrily.
“Let us begin with the fact that this planet has suffered immense damage—and then neglect.” Tactfully, he did not name names. “If the Bond is to assume this burden, it will expect the greatest of the kochan to assist in the necessary reconstruction. Our own resources are primarily devoted to the war against the Ekhat.”
The same could be said of Narvo’s, of course—or Pluthrak’s, or the resources of any of the great kochan. But, with only a moment’s hesitation, Nikau indicated her assent. With the barest possible posture, true, but assent nonetheless. She might not like it—did not like it—but she realized she could not evade the matter. Narvo had escaped open humiliation, but they would still pay a price for their neglect in overseeing Oppuk. Still, a price in resources could be paid, easily enough, by a kochan as great as Narvo, since there was no insult implied to the kochan’s honor.
Dau krinnu vau Pluthrak had already assumed the posture of agreement-assent. The Preceptor glanced at him, then his eyes moved over the assembled Naukra.
“It is settled, then. Unless there is open opposition, I propose this Naukra has ended.”
He waited, politely, to see if any opposition would emerge. None did, of course. With the Bond taking such a firm stance, and with both Narvo and Pluthrak assenting, no kochan would be foolish enough to object.
Besides, Aille thought, for the most part they were all simply relieved. They might think privately that the proposal was preposterous. But it was no longer any of their concern, after all—let the Bond deal with the human maniacs. The matter which had truly concerned them, and caused every Jao kochan and most taifs to send representatives to this Naukra, was now settled.
Narvo and Pluthrak were no longer on the verge of open conflict. Indeed, the first possibility of association seemed even to have emerged. The Human Problem remained, to be sure. But that was the Bond’s problem, henceforth. The Terran Crisis was over.
Suddenly, the sense of completed flow was overwhelming. Moving as if with a single will, the Naukra dispersed, each kochan moving toward its own ships.
“That is still purely creepy to me,” Aille heard Tully mutter. “How do they do that, anyway?”
But Tully’s savage grin was back also. “Not that I wouldn’t mind it if humans could learn the trick. After watching Rob Wiley’s headaches trying to get a damn Resistance meeting to end. Or start on time.”