house she cared to offend, though at her instruction Jican had spent the last day and a half balking the man's First Adviser.
Settled on her cushions, her robes arranged in layers like flower petals, Mara gestured leave to her advisers and the Keda's emissaries to be seated. She opened promptly, as if her hadonra had not done his best to stall through the days of negotiation. 'Nacoya tells me we are close to an understanding.'
The Keda First Adviser maintained his impeccable manners, but his tone left no doubt as to his mood. 'With due respect to your most esteemed First Adviser, Lady Mara, the matter is far from settled.'
Mara raised her eyebrows. 'Really? What more is there to discuss ?'
The Keda First Adviser smoothed irritation with the skill of a seasoned politician. 'We require access to the docks in Silmani, Sulan-Qu, and Jamar, Lady. Apparently your factors have purchased so much of the available warehouse space that you hold, in effect, a monopoly.'
Soured by sarcasm, one of the lesser factory broke in.
'Given the lack of visible Acoma commerce in these areas, I would hesitate to suggest you had anticipated Keda needs and sought to frustrate them. We remind that the season is short. Time compels us to arrange an accommodation to store our goods upon the river docks. The commerce of House Keda must not suffer a detrimental interruption.'
Lest the angry clerk reveal too much, the Keda First Adviser took matters back in hand. 'My master has ordered me to make inquiry into your requirements and bargain for purchase of your contracts for warehouse leases in the three cities mentioned. After two days of talk, we are unclear exactly what price you demand.'
A movement in the shadows at the far corner of the hall drew Mara's eye; unobtrusive, silent as always, Arakasi entered. He saw at once that his mistress had noticed him, and gave her a clear signal to proceed with the matter at hand. Mara concealed her satisfaction over the Spy Master's efficiency and looked pointedly at the Keda First Adviser.
'Hantigo, Acoma plans for those facilities are Acoma business. Suffice it to say that we will be relinquishing advantage in the fall markets next year if we do not retain our current contracts.'
'My Lady, if I may presume,' the Keda First Adviser said with the faintest hint of acerbity. 'Next fall's markets are of little concern to Keda interests. It is this spring that our grain must be upon the river at flood. When our factor at Jamar was ignored by your own, we made efforts to negotiate rights to sublet the warehouses.' He cleared his throat and forced himself not to sound patronizing; this was not a capricious girl he confronted but a proven player of the game. 'Because it is not common for a Ruling Lady to be concerned with minor matters of trade, we were slow to bring the matter to your attention, but, my Lady, the days that remain now are crucial.'
'For the Keda,' interjected Mara. Arakasi's intelligence had hinted that Keda spring crops were sitting in granaries upon farms upriver, awaiting word that dockside storage was available. When the spring floods began, the grain needed to be close at hand for transport by boats and barges downriver to the markets at the Holy City, Sulan-Qu, and Jamar. The dry winters of lowland Kelewan were the only season when travel on the Gagajin - the heartline of commerce in the Empire - was restricted. While smaller craft could negotiate the shoals during winter, deep-draught barges laden with cargo could not pass the shallows between Sulan-Qu and Jamar. Only when the spring snow melt from the mountainous High Wall swelled the waters could heavy cargo make passage. Mara had tried to tie up the dock space at Kentosani, the Holy City, as well, but had failed, owing to imperial edict - no one could commandeer the warehouses under long contracts, against the possibility of imperial need.
Yet even with this setback, Mara had established a barrier to an opponent's trade, but in such a way that no overt act or threat was ever made. That Lord Keda sent his First Adviser to another house as negotiator proved her impulsive plot had touched a weakness; the dilemma concerning the grain impasse was a matter of critical urgency.
Mara feigned consternation. 'Well then, if my advisers have not been clear, let me set the terms.' She paused, as though counting on her fingers, then said, 'We shall