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Authors: Aliette de Bodard
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”It might,” I said. “Someone is obviously trying to meddle in the succession. I wouldn’t care if they had poisoned Ocome or stabbed him, or crushed his head. But they summoned a star-demon to do it, and that comes within my province.” And Quenami’s, and Acamapichtli’s, but neither of them had made much effort to deal with that so far.
Manatzpa eyed me for a while, as if gauging my worth, but he did not move. At length he relented. “I suppose,” he said. “But let’s do this somewhere else, Acatl-tzin.”
Manatzpa and I repaired to a smaller room in an adjacent courtyard, an almost bare affair, with only a few frescoes showing our ancestors within the seven caves of the heartland, before Huitzilpochtli sent them on their migration to found a city and an empire that would spread over the whole Fifth World.
He sat for a while, cross-legged, as impassive as a statue of a god or an obsidian mask, waiting for me to make the first move. I sat down on the other side of the reed mat. “You look like one of the most active members of the council.”
Manatzpa inclined his head, gracefully. “If you mean that I view this appointment as more than a sinecure, yes.” He must have seen my face, for he laughed. “Expecting more evasions? I dislike deception, Acatl-tzin.”
I very much doubted that he’d risen so high on honesty alone. Teomitl was the only member of the imperial court I’d met who preferred bluntness to flattery, and while I couldn’t help but like him for it, I was also aware that it made his survival at court much more difficult. “Let’s say I believe you,” I said. “If you’re determined to be so honest, tell me this. Who do you support as Revered Speaker?”
Something like a smile lifted up the corners of Manatzpa’s thin lips. “Tizoc-tzin is a weak fool. He has the support of the army’s core, but not much else. He lacks the… stature to fill the role he wants to claim. The foreign princeling – Xahuia’s son – he has her support and that of her followers, but he is a spoiled brat, nothing like the ruler we’d wish for.
”The She-Snake,” and here Manatzpa sounded almost regretful, “he has the ambition, and the greatness within him. But it would set an uncomfortable precedent. His father refused the honour of the Turquoise-and-Gold Crown, and justly so. There is a place for the She-Snake, and one for the Revered Speaker. Male and female, violence and order-keeping; you cannot mix both.”
”And the High Priests?” I asked, fascinated in spite of myself.
”We both know where Quenami stands.” Manatzpa sounded amused. “Especially after tonight. You, Acatl-tzin, obviously have no ambition. ” He lifted a hand to forestall any objection I might have. “Understand me, I say this as a compliment. To keep the balance is knowing your place in the order of things. I respect this.”
That we could agree on, if nothing else. “And Acamapichtli?”
”Tlaloc’s High Priest is also ambitious. The Storm Lord made a grab for power last year, after all. Though Acamapichtli’s participation has not been proved, I wouldn’t swear that he has the best interests of the Fifth World at stake.”
Me neither. Last year, he had also been quite busy trying to convict my brother Neutemoc on false evidence. I’d have to speak with him, if I could keep my calm long enough to do that. Better purge the abscess before it could fester.
”So you stand for no one?” I asked. “To have no candidate–”
”Is to wish for the star-demons to walk among us, I know. But consider, Acatl-tzin. The Revered Speaker is the embodiment of Huitzilpochtli, the vessel through which the Southern Hummingbird’s divine powers can spread into the Fifth World. A flawed vessel just means a flawed protection. Is that what you wish for?”
”No,” I said. It was one of the reasons I couldn’t wholly support Tizoc-tzin, even though I knew he had been Axayacatl-tzin’s choice of heir.
”It might,” I said. “Someone is obviously trying to meddle in the succession. I wouldn’t care if they had poisoned Ocome or stabbed him, or crushed his head. But they summoned a star-demon to do it, and that comes within my province.” And Quenami’s, and Acamapichtli’s, but neither of them had made much effort to deal with that so far.
Manatzpa eyed me for a while, as if gauging my worth, but he did not move. At length he relented. “I suppose,” he said. “But let’s do this somewhere else, Acatl-tzin.”
Manatzpa and I repaired to a smaller room in an adjacent courtyard, an almost bare affair, with only a few frescoes showing our ancestors within the seven caves of the heartland, before Huitzilpochtli sent them on their migration to found a city and an empire that would spread over the whole Fifth World.
He sat for a while, cross-legged, as impassive as a statue of a god or an obsidian mask, waiting for me to make the first move. I sat down on the other side of the reed mat. “You look like one of the most active members of the council.”
Manatzpa inclined his head, gracefully. “If you mean that I view this appointment as more than a sinecure, yes.” He must have seen my face, for he laughed. “Expecting more evasions? I dislike deception, Acatl-tzin.”
I very much doubted that he’d risen so high on honesty alone. Teomitl was the only member of the imperial court I’d met who preferred bluntness to flattery, and while I couldn’t help but like him for it, I was also aware that it made his survival at court much more difficult. “Let’s say I believe you,” I said. “If you’re determined to be so honest, tell me this. Who do you support as Revered Speaker?”
Something like a smile lifted up the corners of Manatzpa’s thin lips. “Tizoc-tzin is a weak fool. He has the support of the army’s core, but not much else. He lacks the… stature to fill the role he wants to claim. The foreign princeling – Xahuia’s son – he has her support and that of her followers, but he is a spoiled brat, nothing like the ruler we’d wish for.
”The She-Snake,” and here Manatzpa sounded almost regretful, “he has the ambition, and the greatness within him. But it would set an uncomfortable precedent. His father refused the honour of the Turquoise-and-Gold Crown, and justly so. There is a place for the She-Snake, and one for the Revered Speaker. Male and female, violence and order-keeping; you cannot mix both.”
”And the High Priests?” I asked, fascinated in spite of myself.
”We both know where Quenami stands.” Manatzpa sounded amused. “Especially after tonight. You, Acatl-tzin, obviously have no ambition. ” He lifted a hand to forestall any objection I might have. “Understand me, I say this as a compliment. To keep the balance is knowing your place in the order of things. I respect this.”
That we could agree on, if nothing else. “And Acamapichtli?”
”Tlaloc’s High Priest is also ambitious. The Storm Lord made a grab for power last year, after all. Though Acamapichtli’s participation has not been proved, I wouldn’t swear that he has the best interests of the Fifth World at stake.”
Me neither. Last year, he had also been quite busy trying to convict my brother Neutemoc on false evidence. I’d have to speak with him, if I could keep my calm long enough to do that. Better purge the abscess before it could fester.
”So you stand for no one?” I asked. “To have no candidate–”
”Is to wish for the star-demons to walk among us, I know. But consider, Acatl-tzin. The Revered Speaker is the embodiment of Huitzilpochtli, the vessel through which the Southern Hummingbird’s divine powers can spread into the Fifth World. A flawed vessel just means a flawed protection. Is that what you wish for?”
”No,” I said. It was one of the reasons I couldn’t wholly support Tizoc-tzin, even though I knew he had been Axayacatl-tzin’s choice of heir.
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