His ears flattened as he worked out the implications. His trainers had certainly never broached such possibilities, when preparing him for this assignment. He doubted if they had any idea how close humans had come to presenting the Jao with a sound and humiliating defeat. Narvo had overseen the conquest, as it had the rule afterward, and they had obviously shaded their reports to the Bond of Ebezon to understate the problems they had encountered.
Shaded them badly. To a degree, it was expected that kochan reports to the Bond would be shaped to their advantage. But this went beyond anything acceptable. This verged on dishonor. It was puzzling, too, from the standpoint of Narvo’s influence. Aille was quite certain that many of Narvo’s affiliated kochan and taifs—those who had suffered most of the casualties—were still quietly resentful of the way Narvo had made light of their sacrifice.
An insane method for deepening association! What could they be thinking?
* * *
“We will stay here on the base until we leave for the whale hunt,” he told Yaut, after dismissing the last of the interviewees. “I wish to familiarize myself with the workings of this unit.”
The air hung hot and heavy in the little room and Kralik seemed to be moving more slowly than before. Tully remained in the corner, watching them all with that enigmatic green gaze.
A glimmer of approval flickered in the fraghta’s eyes, then subsided. “I will send a driver back for Tamt and Aguilera and our few possessions,” he said, “and send thanks to Oppuk krinnu ava Narvo for the boon of his notice.”
Narvo’s notice . . .
Aille considered that “boon,” in light of the upcoming hunt. The two were obviously intertwined and Narvo was notorious for its ability to infuse apparent gifts with subtle aggression. Caitlin Stockwell had expressed apprehension about the proposal, even though the hunting of such creatures was an activity humans themselves had suggested and apparently developed long ago in their history. Was Oppuk maneuvering Aille into a situation that would cause his nascent association with humans to fall apart?
He pried himself out of the too-small chair and motioned to Tully. “I am concerned.”
The human glanced at Yaut and stood a bit straighter. “Sir?”
“What do you think it means, this hunt?” Aille asked.
“I—don’t understand.” Tully was fidgeting, which, in a Jao, would have the same meaning as the phrase “chattering nonsense” would for a human.
“I asked you at the reception, but you did not provide a satisfactory answer. Will humans find this whale hunt a good thing or bad?” Aille persisted, studying his servitor for clues. “Will they protest, as has been suggested?”
Tully ran spread fingers back through his short yellow hair. “There’s a few who won’t like it,” he said. “Well, maybe more than that, especially if some Jao goes out there gunning for whales.”
Yaut stiffened, but Aille motioned him back with a lift of his shoulder. ” ‘Some Jao,’ like me?”
“Exactly like you.” With a start, Tully seemed to remember his place and even adopted a fairly respectful posture. Neutral, at least. “People used to care about those whales, contributed money to save them, put bumper-stickers on their cars, made movies and wrote books about them. Nowhere more so, probably, than in the area you’re doing the hunt.”
“Your species does have a strange affinity for associating with lower lifeforms,” Aille said. “This has been noted many times in the records, though there is no analog in the Jao personality.”
“Well, we certainly didn’t keep whales as pets,” Tully said. “It wasn’t that, but folks thought they were more intelligent than most other mammals, perhaps close to sentient. Some scientists even speculated whalesong was a sort of language.”
“Interesting,” Aille said. “Yet the hunting persisted?”
“In some countries. Japan, for one. Some of the Scandinavian countries too, I think. ” Tully shrugged. “And that’s who brought up the whole idea, wasn’t it? The Japanese. I figure they just want another chance to stick it to the United States. I don’t think they ever did forgive us for beating the crap out of them back in World War II.”