Deathstalker Legacy (16 page)

Jesamine Flowers, the Queen-to-be, fluttered around the cramped little room like a gorgeous butterfly, resplendent in flowing pastels and jangling jewelry, alighting here and there, wherever something caught her interest. Her hair had been pulled back in a formal bun, and her makeup was relatively understated, but she was still a bright and glamorous figure. Anne had gone to great pains to tactfully explain to Jesamine that she mustn’t overshadow the King on his first public appearance in the House, but short of putting a bag over her head, there wasn’t much Jesamine could do. She dazzled. It was what she did. It didn’t help that there wasn’t really anything for her to do. So she kept herself busy, taking an interest in everything and getting in everyone’s way.

The room was packed with state-of-the-art computers, security and surveillance tech, some of it so newly installed the boxes it came in were still piled up in the corners. Instruction manuals were scattered all over, already heavily bookmarked and dog-eared. All kinds of equipment had been piled haphazardly on top of each other, often disturbingly precariously, and one entire wall of the room had disappeared behind banks of monitor screens showing ever-changing images of the rest of the House. There was also a top-of-the-line food processor, and an arcane piece of equipment that promised to make first-class coffee, if they could ever figure out how to make it do what it was supposed to do.

Anne Barclay, in another of her smart gray suits, moved quickly from computer terminal to monitor screen and back again, her eyes darting furiously over the incoming information, muttering constantly under her breath and jotting down notes to herself on her personal planner as she went. She was in her element, and loving every minute of it. She’d been up most of the night and all of that morning preparing the way for Douglas’s big day; and if it wasn’t a great success, by God someone was going to pay for it and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be her. She’d pulled every string, called in every favor she was owed, bullied and cajoled all the right people, and covered every eventuality she could think of; but it was the nature of politics that it could always surprise you, and rarely pleasantly.

Jesamine finally ran out of things to distract her, scooped some empty boxes out of a chair and dropped into it, crossing her long legs with elegant flair. She sighed loudly, to attract everyone’s attention, and announced, “I just love what you’ve done with this place, Anne darling. It’s so
you
.”

“Originally, Robert and Constance had this room set aside just for them,” said Anne, deliberately not looking around from what she was doing. “So they’d have somewhere private they could sit and talk, and do a little private plotting and planning, without being interrupted all the time. It later evolved into an information gathering and sorting station, so they could stay on top of things. All the best equipment, and apparently they ran it themselves, so they wouldn’t have to worry about who they could and couldn’t trust. King and Parliament were still working out the order of things in those days, and in the ever-changing political situation, Robert and Constance were determined to keep on top of things.

“William and Niamh, on the other hand, inherited a much more stable operation, and were apparently content to let it pretty much run itself. As far as I can tell, neither of them used this room much, if at all. William just turned up at the House when required, nodded in the right places, when he thought anyone was looking at him, and saved his energies for State occasions and public appearances. At which, it must be said, he and Niamh were very good. No one could smile and wave like they could.

“I only knew this place existed because it was mentioned in Robert’s private notes, which I inherited when I became Head of Protocol. I had to access the House’s original blueprints to track it down. When I finally opened the place up, it was inches deep in dust. And what tech there was, was so hopelessly outdated I wouldn’t have been surprised to find it ran on steam. I’ve had to build this operation up from scratch.”

Douglas looked up from his papers for the first time. “Hold everything; who’s footing the bill for all this new equipment?”

Anne snorted. “Not you. As Head of Protocol, I have a more than generous budget. And a perfect willingness to cook the books, should it prove necessary. You get back to your homework.”

Jesamine looked over at Douglas. “How is your father, dear? How’s he adjusting to retirement?”

“Like a duck to water,” said Douglas. He dropped the last of the papers into his lap, glad of an excuse for a break. “He’s retired to his country estate, pulled up the drawbridge, and is happily puttering around with his computers, playing at being the historian he always wanted to be.”

“I’ll lay good money he hasn’t got anything to match the state-of-the-art tech I scared up for you,” said Anne, finally standing still, and looking around the room triumphantly. “Some of this stuff is so new it came here straight from the development labs. If these computers were any smarter, they’d apply to join the AIs on Shub. We can predict trends, extrapolate from late-breaking news, and outguess any political pundits in the media. I’ve got information coming into this room nonstop from every civilized world in the Empire, from all the news and gossip channels, all of it flagged and bookmarked to sort out what we need to know from what we don’t. And let us not forget the private and very juicy stuff trickling in from my own intelligence people. Douglas; you’re going to be the wisest, sharpest, and best-prepared Speaker this House has ever seen. Those poor bastards on the floor won’t know what’s hit them. Especially since I’m currently hacked into the House’s own internal security and surveillance systems. From here we can see everything that happens in the House, as it happens.”

“Everything?” said Lewis, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, all right, maybe not everything,” Anne admitted. “There are still a few places I can’t access; private boltholes like this one that aren’t on the official lists. But we’ve got a much better overview than anyone else, and no one knows it but us. No one’s going to be sneaking up on us.”

“Excuse me,” said Jesamine, holding up her hand as though she was in class. “Are you saying we’re using Parliament’s own security systems to spy on the MPs and their people? I mean; is that legal?”

“We work for the King,” Anne said smugly. “If he says it’s legal, it’s legal.”

“It’s legal,” said Douglas.

“As long as we don’t get caught,” said Anne.

“Intrigue! Secrets! Voyeurism and potential blackmail!” said Jesamine, clapping her hands delightedly. “Oh darlings; I never knew politics could be such fun!”

“As long as we don’t get caught,” said Lewis.

“Party pooper,” said Jesamine. “Don’t be such a wet blanket, Lewis. We’re embarking on a great adventure here! You have to get into the swing of things.”

Lewis looked at her doubtfully and tugged at his new outfit again, trying to persuade the black leather into some position where it might hang a bit more comfortably.

“Leave it alone, Lewis,” said Anne, without looking around. “It’s supposed to hang like that. It’s part of the image. You look very sharp. Very dramatic.”

“I look like an executioner in one of the old adventure serials,” said Lewis, glaring balefully at Anne’s unresponsive back. “All I need is a hood and an ax, and children would run screaming from me in the streets. And it itches. Why couldn’t I have stayed with my old Paragon armor?”

“Because you’re not a Paragon anymore,” Anne said patiently, finally turning around to fix Lewis with her most imposing glare. “You are the first King’s Champion in two hundred years, and it’s important you look the part.”

“I like it,” said Jesamine. “It’s very theatrical. Reminds me of one of those old S and M supervillains from the old Julian Skye shows.”

“You see!” said Lewis. “I’m going to be a laughingstock, I just know it.”

“Be quiet, all of you,” said Douglas. “I still have a hell of a lot of this paperwork to get under my belt, before I’m on.” He looked down at the papers in his lap, and then looked at Anne. “Why am I wading through all this shit, Anne? Can’t you just prompt me as necessary, over my private comm channel?”

“Yes, if you don’t mind appearing hesitant and unsure. And if you’re willing to risk the comm channel being jammed at a particularly inopportune moment. It’s what I’d do, if I wanted to make you look bad. You have to be prepared for everything the honorable Members and their staff can throw at you. Those last few pages you’ve got are particularly important; they’re my very latest intelligence reports on which MPs are on our side, which aren’t, who wouldn’t be even if we paid them, and those who might just be swayed by a really good performance today. Parliament is all about allies and enemies, and how they can switch from one to the other according to the subject you’re discussing.”

“I thought it was supposed to be about passing laws, establishing ethical structures, and deciding questions of principles,” said Lewis.

Douglas and Anne and Jesamine all looked at him for a moment. “Don’t be silly, Lewis,” said Jesamine, beating the others to it. “Decisions are made in the House by majority vote. Which means if you want to get anything done, you have to convince other people to support you. And that means making deals. I support you on this, and you support me on that. This is politics. If you want morality, go to Church.”

“Very succinct, Jes,” said Anne. “I’m surprised. You’ve been studying up on this, haven’t you?”

“Darling, I’ve always believed in researching my roles thoroughly,” said Jesamine. “And politics and show business are really very similar. In the end, it all comes down to egos.”

“You should know,” Lewis said generously.

Jesamine smiled at him. “I will make you suffer hideously for that, sweetie.”

“Hush, children,” said Anne. “Or mama spank. Douglas; it’s vitally important you make a good impression on your first day as Speaker. You have to establish yourself as a useful presence, and a strong character, but with no personal ax to grind. By the end of today, we need you to be loved, admired, respected, and even a little feared.”

“All on my first day?” said Douglas, just a little plaintively. “Couldn’t I start with something simpler, like walking on water?”

“It’s all down to image,” said Jesamine. “Presenting the right appearence. You act the part convincingly enough, and everyone will believe it. Even you. That’s true of politics or show business.”

“I will not be acting,” Douglas said sternly. “I will not lie to the House, or pretend to be what I’m not. I became King to lead by example, and that is what I will do.”

“Then you won’t last long in politics,” said Anne, exasperatedly. “No one’s asking you to lie, Douglas! Just to be careful what you say, and how you say it. You can’t lead by example if no one’s sure exactly what example you’re trying to set. What did I tell you last night? Presentation, presentation, presentation!”

Douglas sighed and sank back in his chair, pouting sulkily. “Feels just like my first day at school. Don’t know anything or anyone. Wondering where the toilets are and if I’ve forgotten my lunch money. Things were so much simpler when I was just a Paragon. And I feel naked without my weapons!”

“You can’t bear arms in Parliament!” Anne said firmly. “No one can. It’s traditional. Otherwise you’d have duels on the floor of the House any time someone looked like losing an argument. Lewis only gets to wear his because as Champion he’s your official bodyguard. From now on, we’re your weapons; Lewis and Jes and me. You point us at your problems, and we solve them for you. Don’t be nervous, Douglas.”

“I’m not nervous! I just . . . want to get on with it. Get a move on. All this sitting around waiting to go is driving me crazy.”

“Easy . . .” said Lewis, moving in closer to his friend, to be supportive. “Let the enemy do the worrying. We know all about them, and they don’t know a damned thing about what we’re planning. Use that.”

“Just play it cool,” Anne said soothingly. “Don’t let them rattle you. Some of them will undoubtedly try to throw you, just to see if they can. But they only think they’re testing you; in reality, we’re testing them. Looking for their weak spots, searching out their hidden pressure points. The only King and Speaker they’ve known is your father; they’re too used to having their own way to take you seriously. Until it’s too late. By the time we’re finished, we’ll be playing Parliament like a musical instrument. And we’ll be calling the tune. Because we’re smarter and better prepared than they are.”

“No,” said Douglas. “Because I am concerned with morality, not politics. Lewis was partly right. I care about doing the right thing, not what’s currently expedient. Which means I will never be confused or uncertain as to what my position is, or whether I should compromise. I won’t. Never forget that, Anne. We’re not here to win. We’re here to do some good.”

“Oh darling, I get goose bumps all over when you talk like that,” said Jesamine. “If you’re really good, I might just show you later . . . Oh, wait until I’m Queen, and sitting there beside you in State, looking down on all the poor little politicians as you make them do the right thing for once.”

“Ah, Jes . . .” said Anne. “You don’t actually get to sit in State, in the House. Not even when you’re Queen. It’s tradition. The King has a place there, as Speaker. You don’t.”

Jesamine looked at her. “I don’t get a Throne in the House?”

“No, Jes.”

“Then where do I sit?”

“You don’t. You stand on Douglas’s left hand, while Lewis stands on his right.”

“Stuff that for a game of soldiers! I do not just
stand around
!” said Jesamine, very dangerously. “My days as an extra and supporting player are long past. I am a star!”

“Not in Parliament, you’re not,” Anne said steadily. “You have no official position in the House. Douglas doesn’t as King, only as Speaker. The Queen can’t speak in the Debates, and you don’t get a Vote. You’re only allowed to be present as a courtesy. Make no mistake, Jes; Parliament is a battle-ground, just like the Arenas. In fact, you’d probably find more mercy on the bloody sands. You make a wrong move in front of the MPs, and they will tear you apart and use you as a club to beat Douglas with. This isn’t like show business, where the worst a poor performance can get you is a bad review. If they see you as a weak link they can use to undermine Douglas’s position, I’ll have no choice but to ban you from the House. So for now, you watch in silence, smiling graciously, and you don’t interfere. There’ll be plenty for you to do backstage, and in public, but this is Douglas’s territory, not yours. Is that clear?”