Text for Outhe!
She had her own private room at The Library. A few weeks of drinking in Junon taverns had earned Maveith that information; the key to all he had to do.
Junon locals were inordinately proud of their temple to knowledge, and if you asked one of them the way to the library, they'd give you a long, speculative look and say, "Did you want one of the record-houses about town, or do you mean . . ."-and here they would insert a dramatic pause and intone the words, a little more deeply, with reverence worthy of a monk-"The Library?" Not that they didn't have reason to be proud; the marble pillars and smooth stone walls would have been fit enough for ten palaces back in the Doveillo lands.
But at last Maveith had succeeded in his task. Three weeks of learning every nook and cranny of The Library disguised as a visiting scholar from Corel, a month of slow, deliberate work seducing the lonely Second Under–Scribe of the archives room and copying her key, and four weeks reconnoitering The Library under cover of darkness had finally come to an end.
Climbing up onto the balcony from below had been tricky work, and the difficulty of keeping a grip on the slick stone ledge had made even cracking the simple window lock hard. Now it was all finished. The Doveillo assassin carefully secured the window behind him and began to survey the room in preparation for the final work. He had been provided with a powerful contact poison; some dreadful thing purchased in secret dealings from the black elves. A bit of it carefully smeared on the arms of her chair and the handles of her desk drawers would do the trick.
There was a sudden sound of footsteps and voices in the corridor and the glimmer of light from under the door. Wolves take her, she was working at four in the morning! Maveith stuffed the unopened vial back into his shirt and leaped into a dark corner behind a curtain, knocking over a pile of leather–bound tomes in passing. He stilled the motion of the curtain just as the door opened and light poured into the room, illuminating the study in flickering radiance. From his hiding place Maveith could see a burly, black-bearded man holding a lantern and a wiry woman whose skin was a mass of wrinkes.
"Am I going mad, Ecker? Which of us is the admiral and which the frail old lady?" demanded the Prime Minister, poking the bearded man in the chest with a long, bony finger. "I expect these simpering excuses about swamp ghosts and haunted lands from the whining Lanun that work down at the docks, not from you."
"But Minister," protested Ecker, setting the lantern on the desk and mopping his brow with a corner of his cloak, "I only speak of established dangers. Should we not take them into consideration?"
Prime Minister Outhe waved her hands dismissively. For a moment, she did not speak, but fumbled in her cloak with something that Maveith could not see. He tensed, silently drawing his long knife from its sheath and preparing to fight for his life. But the old woman's face was suddenly lit with a dull red glow, and she exhaled a trickle of smoke. Maveith realized she had just lit up a long, thin pipe, such as he had seen others smoking on the streets of Junon.
She puffed in silence for a moment, while Ecker waited patiently for her to speak. Then she withdrew the pipe from her mouth and gestured with it out the open window. "Everything we've accomplished here has come from our stores of knowledge. Why do we hold the Doviello at bay in Mortensholm Gap? Because of the dedication of our men at Fort Triumph, and because of our superior knowledge of the bowyer's craft. Why do our people rest easy while the Grey Fever lays waste to Kabhalg and Hyol? Because our mastery of natural philosophy makes our infirmaries and our physicians the envy of Erebus, and our knowledge of hygiene turns the fever from our borders. What is the pride of our nation, the defense of our land, and the path to a future free from oppression and fear? It is knowledge, Ecker. Only knowledge. Do not speak to me about established dangers; I know them all too well. I want to you tell me about the knowledge that we could gain in those islands-knowledge that will secure the future for this people, living in the shadow of the second Godswar."
While she had been speaking, the aged Prime Minister had been pacing back and forth, nearer and nearer to the edge of the curtain where Maveith was hiding. She stopped suddenly, gazing at the ground near her desk. With at thrill, the assassin realized that she was looking at the books he had knocked askew in his rush to hide.
"Ecker," said Outhe slowly, reaching into her cloak, "call the guards."
It was now or never-Maveith leapt from his hiding place, long knife raised for the kill. There was a brilliant flash of light, and a clap of thunder rolled through the room. Something hit him in the chest, so hard that it knocked him back against the bookshelf. He staggered forward, but the knife dropped from his suddenly feeble hand. He fell to one knee and saw that blood was spurting from a blackened hole in his chest. His eyes rolled up, and he saw the old woman gazing impassively down at him. In her left hand she held the pipe, and in the right she gripped a strange device of wood and metalwork pointed at him. Smoke was rising from the hollow end of it.
"And as you can see, Ecker," he heard her say, as though from a thousand miles away, "sometimes knowledge of the world saves an old woman from a vigorous young killer." Then it all went dark.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_DECLARE_WAR
#Since there doesn't seem to be any hope that you'll change, we'll do things the hard way.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_NO_VASSAL
#Listen, [leadername], I was leading these people while you were still squalling on your mother's lap. I don't need your help.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_OFFER_VASSAL
#The Grigori need more help than I can give them. You are a wise leader and have led your people with skill through these troubled days. Lead us as well.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_FIRST_CONTACT
#Well, it seems that another tribe is prospering in these dark days. We are the Grigori; we plan to live in freedom; from oppression, fear, from mortals, and from gods.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_REFUSE_TO_TALK
#I'm getting too old to waste my time with a fool like you. Get out.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_PEACE
#That's just fine. If you find yourselves need of the light of truth and knowledge, you know where to find us
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_NO_PEACE
#Well, that's disappointing. In that case, you had best leave; we have preparations to make.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_GREETINGS (Friendly)
#Well, if it isn't [leadername]! I hope things are progressing as well for you as they are for us. We're learning more every day.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_GREETINGS (Pleased)
#Speak up, [leadername], speak up! I haven't got all day, you know.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_GREETINGS (Cautious)
# Speak up, [leadername], speak up! I haven't got all day, you know.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_GREETINGS (Annoyed)
# Speak up, [leadername], speak up! I haven't got all day, you know.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_GREETINGS (Furious)
#This is the life of a leader – I have real work to do, but I have to spend my time listening to the demands of adolescents like you. What do you want?
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_ACCEPT (Friendly)
#Yes, not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_ACCEPT (Furious)
#You'd steal the shawl from my shoulders if you could. But we'll take it.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_REJECT (Friendly)
#No, no. That won't do at all.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_REJECT (Furious)
#Do you think because I'm old, I'm senile? Take your offers to the sewers – it's where they belong!
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_GLAD (Friendly)
#Yes, to brighten the light anywhere is to brighten it everywhere. Take it with our good wishes.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_GLAD (Pleased-Annoyed)
#That's reasonable, I suppose. Very well. Anything else?
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_GLAD (Furious)
#You think you're quite the sharp negotiator, don't you? You don't impress me. We accept because we must.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_SORRY (Friendly)
#I wish we could help, [leadername], but we can't spare the time from our studies. You understand, I'm sure.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_SORRY (Pleased-Annoyed)
#No, I think you have quite enough without taking anything from us.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_SORRY (Furious)
#I certainly feel sorry for your mother. What must she think of you, barging in here and demanding that we give you our hard-won achievements? You won't get any help from us.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_TRY_THIS_DEAL
#Nothing like an exchange of information to benefit everyone.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_OFFER_PEACE
#The truth is, we've both taken more of a beating than we can afford. Shouldn't we put a stop to it?
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_JOIN_WAR
#Now tell the truth, [leadername]; you know that the [civilization] was going to have to be dealt with sooner or later. Well, it's sooner. And the quicker we put them in their place, the quicker we can all get back to our real work.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_JOIN_WAR_DENIED
#So you plan on sitting back and letting the old woman do all the work? That's just like you.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_NO_DEAL (Friendly)
# I wish we could help, [leadername], but we can't spare the time from our studies. You understand, I'm sure.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_NO_DEAL (Furious)
# I certainly feel sorry for your mother. What must she think of you, barging in here and demanding that we give you our hard-won achievements? You won't get any help from us.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_THANKS
#We appreciate it. I appreciate it.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_DEMAND_TRIBUTE (Stronger)
#Listen, [leadername]. I've brought you along, helped you out, practically taught you everything you know. Now there's something you've got that we need.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_DEMAND_TRIBUTE (Equal)
#We Grigori pride ourselves on being good neighbors, and that means sharing the wealth that we have. Just like you're going to do with us.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_DEMAND_TRIBUTE (Weaker)
#Listen, neighbor, we need your help. Don't hold out on us.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_DEMAND_REJECTED (Stronger)
#You can't hurt us. You wouldn't slow down our studies, even if you made good on your threats. Now why don't you find some other old ladies to bully?
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_DEMAND_REJECTED (Equal)
#Oh, the big tough, pushing around an old woman. I'd laugh if it wasn't so pathetic.
AI_DIPLOCOMMENT_DEMAND_REJECTED (Weaker)
#What next? Knock me down and take my scarf and pipe? That's about your speed. I'll keep the scarf and pipe and everything else, thank you.
When killed:
We placed our trust in knowledge rather than the unfaithful gods, but it seems that knowledge, too, has vanished away. The Grigori go quietly into the long darkness that awaits us – and, without the light of our sciences, awaits you.
The formatting problems should be fixed (using Notepad++; thanks Valkrionn!), although for some reason my indentations aren't showing up. I've replaced them with extra paragraph spacing. Feedback is welcome and appreciated. Up next: Cith Mor!