Helliconia Summer - Brian W. Aldiss [279]
He spoke almost apologetically, his gaze downcast, so as to rob his words of force. His master restored the force by shouting, ‘You expect aid from us, coz, when you harbour these vermin by the million? They overran Campannlat once before, and will again, given the opportunity you provide.’
JandolAnganol confronted his visitors, hands on hips.
‘I will have no one from outside my borders interfere with my interior policies. I listen to my scritina and my scritina does not complain. Yes, I welcome ancipitals to Borlien. A truce is possible with them. They farm infertile land that our people will not touch. They do humble work that slaves shrink from. They fight for no pay. My treasury is empty – you misers from Pannoval may not understand that, but it means I can afford only an army of phagors.
‘They get their reward in marginal land. Moreover, they do not turn and run in the face of danger! You may say that that is because they are too stupid. To which I reply, that I prefer a phagor to a peasant any day. As long as I am King of Borlien, the phagors have my protection.’
‘You mean, we believe, Your Majesty, that the phagors have your protection as long as MyrdemInggala is Queen of Borlien.’ These words were spoken by one of Taynth Indredd’s vicars, a thin man whose bones were draped in a black woollen charfrul. Again, tension filled the court. Following up his advantage, the vicar continued, ‘It was the queen, with her well-known tenderness towards any living thing, and her father, the warlord RantanOborol – whom your majesty’s grandfather dispossessed of this very palace not twenty years back – who began this degrading alliance with the ancipitals, which you have maintained.’
Guaddl Ulbobeg rose and bowed to Taynth Undredd. ‘Sire, I object to the trend this meeting is taking. We are not here to vilify the Queen of Borlien but to offer aid to the king.’
But JandolAnganol, as if weary, had sat down. The vicar had sought out his vulnerable spot: that his claim to the throne was recent and his consort the daughter of a minor baron.
With a sympathetic glance at his lord, SartoriIrvrash rose to face the Pannovalan visitors.
‘As his majesty’s chancellor, I find myself amazed – yet it’s an amazement blunted somewhat by custom – to discover such prejudice, I might even say animosity, among members of the same great Holy Pannovalan Empire. I, as you may understand, am an atheist, and therefore observe detachedly the antics of your Church. Where is the charity you preach? Do you aid his majesty by trying to undermine the position of the queen?
‘I am grown to the withered end of life, but I tell you, Illustrious Prince Taynth Indredd, that I have as great a hatred of phagors as you. But they are a factor of life we must live with, as you in Pannoval live with your constant hostilities against Sibornal. Would you wipe out all Sibornalese as you would wipe out all phagors? Is it not killing itself that is wrong? Doesn’t your Akhanaba preach that?
‘Since we are speaking frankly, then I will say that there has long been belief in Borlien that if Pannoval were not engaged in fighting Sibornalese colonists along a wide front to the north, then it would be invading us to the south, as you now attempt to dominate us with your ideologies. For that reason, we are grateful to the Sibornalese.’
As the chancellor stooped to confer with JandolAnganol, the Sibornalese ambassador rose and said, ‘Since the progressive nations of Sibornal so rarely receive anything but condemnation from the Empire, I wish to record my astonished gratitude for that speech.’
Taynth Indredd, ignoring this sarcastic interjection, said in the direction of SartoriIrvrash, ‘You are so much at the withered end that you