“Formal postures?” Kralik looked baffled. “I know they use a lot of so-called body language—way more than we do, that’s for sure—but I wasn’t aware it had any formal structure to it. Subcommandant Pinb never told me very much, and Kaul even less.”
“Body language with the Jao is rigidly codified,” she said, shaking her head. “Except that it’s far more elaborate and taught by highly accomplished movement masters. No well brought up young Jao—not from a great kochan, for sure—is complete without his carefully acquired vocabulary of formal postures. And there are a multitude of them. It’s a bit like trying to learn Chinese ideograms, except in body language.”
She gazed at Subcommandant Aille across the room where he was now in serious conversation with the Jao who had approached him. “I should have left well enough alone. It probably looked like a poodle trying to do a curtsy!”
“Interesting,” Kralik said. “I hadn’t realized it was that codified. I’ve learned to interpret their mood through their body language, after a fashion. But I’m not always right, so I don’t depend on it.”
“That’s for the best,” she said. “Some of their values and emotions have no analogs in human psychology and culture. You can never count on understanding what they mean.”
“What did this one want?” Kralik said.
“I’m not sure,” she said, “but I’ve a feeling I made myself look like an idiot.”
“Well,” he said. “At least you got his attention. That was more than I’ve managed to do. I want to meet him, since he’s my new commander, but they don’t like it when you introduce yourself without invitation. And, so far, he’s showing no signs of being interested in the matter himself.”
“From what I gather, Governor Oppuk was giving him a hard time,” she said. “This is probably not the most auspicious moment.”
“Then I’ll wait,” he said, his expression hard. He gripped his hands behind his back. “I’ve become good at that.”
She made a face. “Haven’t we all? What exactly does his rank signify, by the way? I’m familiar—to an extent—with Jao social customs, but not the way that translates into official military position.”
“Well . . . It’s more fluid, among the Jao, than it would be for us. Kaul krinnu ava Dano, as the Commandant, is theoretically in charge of all military forces in the Terran solar system. He’ll have two Subcommandants, one in charge of space forces and one—that’ll be the new Pluthrak—in charge of ground forces.”
Kralik’s lips quirked again into that not-quite-a-smile. “That’s the theory. In practice, leaving aside the fact that they don’t make the same distinctions we do—used to do, I should say—between the army and the navy, it’s a lot fuzzier. They also don’t make the same distinctions we do between civilians and military personnel as such. I’ve heard there was already a minor clash between the Subcommandant and the production director in the big refit facility at Pascagoula, in which the director got slapped down quick and hard. And if I’m reading the tea leaves properly, I think there’s something of a tug-of-war going on between Kaul and Aille over whether his authority extends to all ground forces or just the jinau troops.”
The crowd parted and Banle appeared, nap still dripping from her swim, uniform over her arm, eyes dark and expressionless.
Caitlin glanced at Kralik, then smiled. “This is Major General Ed Kralik, Banle. He will report to the new Subcommandant.”
Banle’s ears flashed irritation. She knew that Caitlin was needling her subtly, proffering such an unwanted and un-Jao-like introduction. “Indeed? I thought I saw you conversing with the Pluthrak Subcommandant.” Question was implicit in the narrowing of her eyes, the tilt of her head.
Yes, of course, Banle would want to know what the two of them had said. It was part of her function as jailor/spy. The Jao had been derelict in her duties, allowing herself to be lured by the magnificent pools and leaving Caitlin to run about unsupervised.
Caitlin gazed out over the sea of heads, both human and Jao, and spotted the Subcommandant, now standing beside the largest pool and watching Narvo swim. “Yes, we spoke,” she said. “He is a fascinating individual, most observant. He wanted to know where I had received my education in formal movement. I told him you had been most instructive.”