“Servants . . . it’s so hard to get good help these days. You have to be ever so careful what you say in front of them. In my young days a Family servant would never have dreamed of repeating a confidence, or anything they might have heard of their master’s business, but no one has any sense of loyalty anymore. They’re always looking for some gossip they can peddle to the scandal shows. Never mind whether it’s true or not, as long as it makes a good story, that’s their attitude. I do hope that camera of yours is not operating, young man. I take my privacy very seriously.”
“We won’t record anything without your permission, Auntie,” Toby said quickly.
Grace sniffed again. “You only call me Auntie when you want something, Tobias. What is it this time? Another loan?”
“Not this time, Auntie, thank you very much. I just happened to be visiting another house in this area, and I thought I might as well drop in and see how you were doing. You and Clarissa.”
“Oh, so that’s where the wind lies, is it? Thought I saw a sparkle in your eye for her the last time you deigned to pay me a visit. She’s doing very well, Tobias. What the poor thing endured would have broken a lesser type, but of course Clarissa has good old Shreck iron in her bones. She’ll pull through. I’ll send for her in a while. Now, nephew, you may kiss me on the cheek and come to the real purpose of your visit. You can’t fool me, Tobias. You didn’t come calling at this late hour of the evening just to inquire over my health and make eyes at Clarissa.”
Toby grinned, got out of his chair to kiss Grace chastely on her powdered cheek, and then sat down again. “You always see through me, Auntie. I need your help for a piece I’m working on, about how the Families are rebuilding themselves under the new order. And it must be said, you’ve made a great deal of difference to the Clan’s standing since you took control.”
Grace scowled. “It’s not like I had any choice in the matter. Gregor has been going mad for years, but as long as he maintained the Family prestige, no one would hear a word said against him. But when he finally fell apart and barricaded himself inside his Tower, it was clear someone had to replace him as head before the whole Clan fell apart. You weren’t interested, and all the other senior members of the Family were too busy plotting against each other, so the burden fell on me. The only senior Shreck that everyone else could accept. It hasn’t been easy, but I like to think I’ve made a difference.”
“You certainly have, Auntie,” said Toby carefully. “Under you the Shrecks have moved back into the political mainstream in a big way. I wasn’t aware you knew so much about current politics.”
“I do have a viewscreen, young man, and I have been known to watch something other than those dreadful, never ending soaps. And I have advisers. Lots of them. Would either of you care for a cup of tea?”
“That would be very pleasant, lady Shreck,” said Flynn.
Grace looked at him approvingly. “I’m glad to see some young people still have good manners. Unlike some I could mention but won’t. Do you want tea, Toby?”
“Actually, I could do with something a little stronger. . . .”
“You’ll have tea.”
“I’ll have tea.”
Grace pulled a handy bell rope. “It’ll take them a while, I’m afraid. You can’t rush a good cup of tea, though heaven knows they’d try if I let them. They will keep telling me about this instant nonsense, as though I cared. Some things just have to be done the right way, and that’s all there is to it.”
“Have you been here very long, lady Shreck?” said Flynn. “You seem very comfortable here.”
“Oh, I’ve been here since I was a young girl, for more years than I care to remember, young man. My brother Christian and his family joined me here for a while, and we had such a jolly time together. Till he disappeared.” Grace frowned. “I was always sure Gregor had something to do with it, but I could never prove anything. And there was the Family name to consider. A scandal could have ruined us.”
“You never allowed anyone to even raise the subject before,” said Toby sharply.
“I was concerned that anyone showing too much interest in Christian’s fate might disappear too,” said Grace just as sharply. “Christian and Gregor never got along. That’s no secret. They had a furious argument one day, right here in this room. Christian stormed out and was never seen again. Don’t press me for any further details, Tobias, because I don’t have any. I wasn’t even in the house at the time. Your mother, Helga, went out looking for Christian, and also never came back. No trace was ever found of either of them. Sometimes I like to think they found each other and decided to stay hidden and safe. I like to think of them living happily together somewhere, safe in secret.”
“Then why did they never send for me?” said Toby.
“Gregor had you watched all the time,” Grace said gently. “You were bait. I kept you close to me, protected you as best I could, till I could find you a safe place at a boarding school.”
“Maybe I should ask Gregor what happened,” said Toby. “Get him alone and ask him very forcefully.”
“I wouldn’t advise it, dear. He’d very likely just have you shot, in his present state of mind. Anyway, it’s a bit late to be showing such emotion over your lost parents, isn’t it? You’re an investigative journalist; you could have started a search years ago if you’d really been interested.”
“They went off and left me,” said Toby, looking at the floor. “They never came back for me. And like you, I never wanted proof they were dead. As long as they were still officially listed as missing, there was still the chance they might turn up again someday.” For a moment he looked rather lost and vulnerable. But the moment passed, and he was quickly his old self again. He looked up and fixed Grace with a steady gaze. “Why was I never sent to Blue Block, like so many of my contemporaries?”
“Your father never approved of them, and Gregor still had a use for you. Not that he ever trusted them either. Gregor always suspected the worst of everyone, and in Blue Block’s case it would appear he was right. The servant has become the master. Just another reason why I was forced into the political arena. The Family must be protected from all outside influences and pressures, whatever the source. Ah, tea!”
The door had opened silently, and Toby and Flynn looked up to see a servant bearing down on them, carrying a silver teapot and fine china milk jug and cups on a silver tray. Right behind the servant came a young woman in a pretty dress, with a widely smiling face under shoulder-length golden curls. Toby rose quickly to his feet and went to meet her, also smiling widely, while the servant set out the tea things on a handy little table at Grace’s side. Grace gave Toby and the young woman a knowing look, and busied herself with the tea things, nodding to the servant to withdraw. He did so, backing out all the way. Flynn watched Toby interestedly as he took the young woman’s hand in his.
“Clarissa! You’re looking very well. Very well!”
“And feeling much better, thanks to you, dear Toby. The surgeons are removing the implants Lionstone had put in me as fast as they can, but it’s a long job. At least I have human eyes to see you with now.”
“And very pretty eyes they are too. The hair’s new, isn’t it?”
“It’s just a wig while my own hair grows back. You’ve done so much for me, Toby. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Oh, I’m sure he’ll think of something,” said Grace tartly. “Now, that’s enough mawkishness for the moment, dears. Any more and you’ll oversweeten the tea. Come and sit down while I pour.”
Clarissa pulled up a chair right next to Toby’s, and they sat down, still smiling at each other. Flynn coughed politely, and then smiled and nodded to Clarissa.
“Hello, Flynn,” she said, bathing him in her smile too. “How are you?”
“Working overtime when I should be safe at home relaxing, thanks to my brute of a boss. Are you settling in happily here?”
“Hard to tell,” said Grace, looking firmly at the tea things. “She spends most of her time in her room, and jumps every time she hears a loud noise. Only person she talks to is Tobias, and that only over the viewscreen.”
“She’s been through a lot,” Toby said defensively. “It’s bound to take her some time to . . . readjust. You haven’t been bullying her, have you?”
“Oh, no,” Clarissa said quickly. “She’s been very supportive. I just . . . don’t feel like meeting anyone yet. Not till I’m all the way back to who I was, before Lionstone had me changed into one of her damned bodyguards. Then I’ll think about mixing with people again.”
“Of course,” said Toby. “Don’t rush yourself. Take all the time you need.”
“I sometimes hear from other maids who were rescued,” said Clarissa, looking down at her hands, folded in her lap. “Several of us have gone mad, and three have killed themselves rather than remember what they were, and what they did. I could never do that. It would be like giving Lionstone the final victory. But . . . I understand why they did it. I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life now. Even after the surgeons have finished with me, I don’t think I could go back to what I was before. I need to do something with my new life, something that matters.”
“Why not come and work with me, at Imperial News?” said Toby. “The rebellion showed how much influence a truly free press can have. The news matters these days, and you could be a part of that.”
“Yes,” said Clarissa, smiling even more widely at him. “I think I’d like that.”
And then Toby’s comm implant chimed imperiously in his ear, and he listened for a long moment, frowning fiercely, before rising abruptly to his feet. “Sorry, Clarissa, Auntie, but Flynn and I have to go, right now. Word is coming in that Robert Campbell has given up his Captaincy, resigned from the Fleet, and come home to Golgotha to reestablish his Clan. He’s due to arrive at the starport here anytime now, and every news station in the city will be there to cover it. I’ve got a couple of stringers in place to represent us just in case he gets in early, but this is something I really should be covering myself. If anyone can make the Campbells big again, it’s a war hero like Robert. Come on, Flynn. Clarissa, I’ll call you later.”
“But I’ve just poured tea!” said Grace.
“Oh, dear,” said Toby. “What a pity.”
Robert Campbell stood very still in front of the full-length mirror and sighed deeply. He’d forgotten what a pain civilian clothes could be. The tailor fussed around him with a mouthful of pins, tugging here and adjusting there with just a little more familiarity than Robert felt was strictly called for. Of course, a computer could have measured him and run up as many sets of clothes as he wanted, but in Society it was considered essential that such things were done by hand, so as to allow for artistic insight on matters of taste. Fashion was far too important to be left to machines.
So Robert kept his opinions to himself, sighed a lot, and let them get on with it. Things had been very different in the Fleet. One uniform, another for spare, and a dress uniform for special occasions would see you through your entire career. But now he was a civilian and a Campbell again, he’d already been fitted for twelve different outfits, and they hadn’t even got to evening wear yet.
“Is all this really necessary?” he appealed plaintively to the servant he’d taken on to advise him in such things.
“It is a matter of fashion, sir,” said the butler, Baxter, entirely unmoved. “And therefore a matter of utmost necessity. If you wish to be taken seriously as head of your Clan, it is imperative that you look the part.”
“My Clan currently consists of a few dozen cousins and a handful of blood relatives. Barely enough for a decent soccer match, never mind a Clan.”
“All the more important, then, that you look the part, sir. Society will take its cue from you. The more impressive you are, the more they will respect your Clan. Rebuilding your Family will be possible only with the support of the other Clans, and that will happen only if they see you as an equal. Try not to stand quite so stiffly, sir. The clothes need to hang naturally for the best effect.”
Robert did his best to fall out of parade rest. It wasn’t easy. None of it was easy. He’d taken pride in being a military man, and had given up his Navy career with only the greatest reluctance, after General Beckett had personally contacted him to make it clear Robert couldn’t be loyal to both his Family and the Fleet. He would have to make a choice, a commitment to one or the other. And in the end Robert knew his duty had to be to his Clan and his blood, and centuries of Family tradition. To think otherwise would mean the rest of his Family had died for nothing. So he had resigned from the Fleet and come home to Golgotha to be the Campbell.
And silently cursed his duty and his Clan, all the way down to the planet’s surface, where he found a crowd of baying reporters waiting for him. Cameras shot back and forth around him at dizzying speeds, jostling each other for the best angles, and the reporters yelled out questions faster than he could answer them. Clan Campbell had been one of the main movers and shakers in the old Empire, till it was decimated and scattered by Clan Wolfe, and its potential reemergence was apparently big news. Robert had done his best to answer all questions, comments, and insinuations with monosyllabic grunts, all the time pushing steadily forward through the crowd. Partly because he knew how reporters could twist even the most innocent remarks, and partly because he really didn’t have anything to say. He was out of touch with current politics and Family intrigues, and didn’t want to say anything that might commit him to anything just yet.
He especially didn’t want to have to admit that he didn’t have a clue as to just how he was going to rebuild Clan Campbell.
At the time he’d thought wistfully of Owen Deathstalker and Hazel d’Ark. Say what you might about them, and there was a lot that could be said, they at least knew how to deal with the press. Some reporters apparently demanded combat pay just to interview them. But those two could get away with things like that. Mere mortals like Robert Campbell, who might yet need the support of the press in the future, had a harder road to follow.