Sweep of the Blade (Innkeeper Chronicles #4) - Ilona Andrews Page 0,98

lips, and a secondary display projected over her left eye.

“Lady Maven.”

Maud moved to step aside and froze in mid-step. She was the Maven.

“Yes?”

“I’m Lady Lisoun. I’m your adjutant. What should we do about the chairs?”

“What about the chairs?” What chairs? Adjutant?

Lady Lisoun took a deep breath. The words came out of her in a rapid sprint. “The battle station banquet hall chairs.”

Maud waited.

“They are sojourn style chairs.”

Sojourn style chairs had a solid back. There was no way the tachi would be able to sit in the sojourn chairs. Their vestigial appendages would be in the way.

“Your desk is this way.” Lisoun began weaving her way through the crowd.

Maud marched next to her. “Can we substitute different chairs?”

“No, my lady. They are part of a unit, one table and eight chairs.”

“Are they attached to the table?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Whose bright idea was that?”

“I don’t know, my lady. They stow away for the ease of storage.”

“Are they at least height adjustable?” The lees couldn’t sit in vampire-sized chairs either.

“I don’t know.” Lisoun braked to a stop before a desk surrounded by people. “I’ll find out.”

The retainers crowding the desk saw Maud and swarmed them. Everyone spoke at once.

“One at a time!” Maud barked.

A familiar looking retainer—where had she seen him? Ah, feast hall—thrust a tablet under her nose. On it glowed an elaborately arranged platter of fruit and vegetables. “Menu for approval!”

Maud stared at the arrangement. “Take out all of the kavla—the tachi are allergic. Make sure the honey doesn’t contain any kavla either.” She waved her fingers at the tablet, scrolling through the pictures. “No. None of these make any sense. The tikk igi dishes need to have a pattern. You can’t just put a bunch of pretty fruit randomly on a platter. There must be a progression of taste or color, ideally both. A circular arrangement would start with sour fruit on the edge and then progressively get sweeter toward the center. Or, you start with purple berries and work your way through a spectrum to yellow. This is a haphazard mess. Take this back, bring me an updated menu.”

He took the tablet and broke into a sprint.

“The chairs are not adjustable!” Lisoun reported.

“Get me a station engineer.” Maud looked at the crowd. “Next!”

Konstana thrust herself into Maud’s view. They hadn’t seen each other since the Communal. The red-haired knight’s arm didn’t show any signs of ever being broken.

“I’m your security chief,” she said.

She had a security chief. Huh. “How many people do we have?”

“Three squads, sixty knights total, but they are only letting me take six. They expect me to secure thirty-eight aliens with six vampires.”

Maud raised her eyebrows. “Is that a problem?”

Konstana scoffed. “Of course not. But I do need to know how they are getting to the battle station. Are we transporting them or are they transporting themselves? And if they are transporting themselves, are we going to let them dock or are they shuttling over via their shuttles or via ours?”

“What does the Knight-Sergeant say?”

“He said to ask you.”

Thank you, Lord Soren. “Get battle station security chief on the line and figure out if a non-regulation shuttle can even dock there. Let me know what you find out.”

Lisoun pushed her way back into the circle. She grasped Maud’s arm and half-guided, half-propelled her behind a podium next to her desk where a large screen presented her with a tough looking female vampire standing in a large hall. The smooth black floor split, a glossy onyx contraption spiraled out of it and unfolded into a round table ringed by eight sojourn style chairs. The chairs were big, rectangular, and blocky. The worst-case scenario.

“How wide are those chair backs at the seat?” Maud asked.

“Twenty lots,” the engineer reported, which Maud’s implant helpfully converted into twenty-eight inches. Right.

“I need you to cut a hole in the back of the chair at the seat level, twenty-four inches wide and eight inches tall.”

The engineer stared at her, incredulous. “You want me to deface the an-alloy chairs?”

“Yes.” She glanced at Lisoun. “I need the seating chart.”

A diagram popped out on a side screen. Oh universe, what in the world…“This is wrong,” she told Lisoun. “We cannot put the royal in the back of the hall.”

“Lord Soren said…”

“Go back to Lord Soren and ask him if he would like to have a war with the Tachi Protectorate. Lady Dil’ki is not just a scientist, she is a member of the royal house. She and Nuan Cee have to be seated in the front. This