24th January
17:43 GMT -2
"Ambassador."
King Orin looks… Neither pleased nor displeased to see me. Though he's experienced enough a politician to cover any personal disquiet, at least when he knows that it's coming.
"Your majesty." I nod politely. "Minister."
F'ancha gets a nod as well. He got a promotion during the last reshuffle. Not everyone who was slotted into office after the purge of Orm's nominees made the grade, and with the increased trade with the surface having a man with his experience in a more senior position makes a good deal of sense. "
Lord Iqula."
Since the whole 'me being an ambassador' thing was just a bit of a lark, I haven't really had anything to do with the Poseidonis ambassador corps in general or Tritonis's ambassador in particular. I know he was a military officer before marrying into the royal family. Whether that's good for me or not… No idea. Tritonis is
fairly closely aligned with Poseidonis, and I suspect that having a traditionally-inclined ambassador around is something Orin is doing to placate the conservative crowd.
"Lord Grayven."
He's actually
armed, which is a little surprising. There are Atlantean soldiers just outside this conference room… I guess they assume that Orin is good enough to handle it if he tries something. Or-? No. They can't possibly believe that he could stop
me.
"So, Grayven. What surprises does Queen Clea have for us today?"
"This… Is not.. precisely relating to my ambassadorial work. It's-."
"Because I was wondering how long it would take her to explain why she's been moving troops around outside her territory." Ah. Hm. While the units she's had supporting Mr Hyde do use basic concealment magics, it would be apparent to any Atlantean city that put any effort into watching them that
something was going on. "For someone as ambitious as Queen Clea, I've been wondering if she intends to found a new city."
"I'm afraid I'm not-."
"
I believe that Queen Clea is planning on taking more territory on the surface." Iqula doesn't seem particularly distressed at the prospect. "More islands, or a stretch of coastline. Then she could expand her trading networks."
"To the best of my knowledge, Queen Clea has no plans to conquer anywhere. Her present focus is in developing
economic power."
Orin nods. "Yes, the Auranian ambassadors have been making representations to me regarding that for some time."
"Naturally, Venturia would not ask the High King to involve himself in an economic dispute between city-states."
"Did Queen Clea really ask for a oath of vassalage?"
"I'm afraid that Lord Cyprian is handling the negotiations. I don't know the exact wording. But.. given the existing poor relations between the two cities, I don't imagine that they were generous."
"If she's offering other cities better terms, that might become my concern."
I shrug, as much as I can under water. "Absolutely nothing is stopping Aurania developing its own trading relationships with the surface independent of Venturia. And with the greatest respect, High King, trade between cities
isn't an area where the King of Poseidonis has
traditionally had the authority to overrule his vassals."
Orin glances at Iqula, who nods.
Unlike in America, where that very much
is the President's job. Though I don't say that because ragging on Arthur Curry about his American birth
isn't done. As things stand, he has a good relationship with Queen Clea, something his mother
never had. She's doing something he sees as good for Atlantis, and probably for the surface as well. And he's had time to look over the records of the beginning of her dispute with Aurania and I
doubt they came out of it looking particularly good.
"Military action
is."
"Venturia has no plans to engage in military action against Aurania at this time. It would be
profoundly self-defeating to improve relations with Poseidonis like this, only to… Piss the good will away."
Wait. Is
that what he thinks the troops are doing? Preparing some sort of..? Well,
okay, it's better than him working out what's
actually happening.
"I'm glad to hear it. So what's this about?"
"When the Light was..
dismantled, certain pieces of information fell into my hands… Including a way to trade messages with Black Manta."
Orin leans forward lightly. "Have you got him?"
"That's… Not where I was going with that. Black Manta -David Hyde- is essentially a mercenary. Having.. spoken to the man…" I wave my right arm. "At a few steps removed, I-"
"You know where Black Manta is… And you haven't killed him?"
"Your majesty, I don't kill
everyone."
"Or arrested him? He's a pirate. A murderer."
"
I'm a murderer."
"You were pardoned-." He blinks. "You can't
possibly expect me to pardon Black Manta."
"Not precisely. Your ancestor,
Queen Fiona, made provision for-."
"Recruiting outlaws." He nods, clearly unsettled by the prospect. "Fiona was dealing with a total breakdown in Atlantean society after the civil wars between
Prince Shalako and
Orin the First, then
Dardanus and
Queen Cora. Most of the people she pardoned had done nothing worse than fighting for the rulers of their cities, and she desperately needed help to overcome
Kordax. None of that applies here."
"True, but consider the benefits. A group of professional mercenaries who have raided Atlantean holdings-."
"Killed Atlantean soldiers and civilians."
"Indeed. Something they will most likely continue to do in future. Alternatively, you can accept their oaths and… Did you review the curse which takes effect if people who took advantage of Queen Fiona's largess violated their new oath?"
His eyes narrow as he thinks about it. "Their blood turns to brine."
"So far, the military forces of Atlantis have not been able to capture Mister Hyde. Nor is there any real prospect of them doing so in the future. If you caught him you could… Try him, execute him… But you have to get hold of him first. If you offer him this… Commutation of his sentence, it will automatically be carried out if he attacks any Atlantean holding again. And you can order him to serve the Atlantean crown for the duration of any crisis as you see fit."
Orin shakes his head, then turns to F'ancha. The minister exhales slowly.
"It's… Ah… The law is still
valid, your majesty. And while it would render Black Manta immune from prosecution in Atlantis it doesn't grant him the throne's protection against any action arising from his criminal activity against surface nations."
"I don't suppose I could just pardon him and then extradite him, could I?"
"No, your majesty, I'm afraid not."
He turns back to me and regards me for a moment. "Grayven, why are you
doing this?"
"I think he could be useful."
"You can't find another mercen-?" His eyes widen slightly in realisation. "Luthor's fleet. You want him for Luthor's fleet?"
Isn't
that an idea. "I haven't discussed that subject with him. Such an appointment would be up to Lex, though the similarities between aquatic and space combat aren't actually all that great at the level of technology the Earth Defence Force will be operating."
"What's
Clea's stake in this?"
"I don't believe that she
has one. Obviously, as a tributary queen, consulting with a wanted outlaw would be quite inappropriate."
"And if I actually went through with this?"
I shrug. "She might find that having someone more familiar with the surface and with mercantile shipping on staff is useful. But that's speculative."
"Of
course." He leans back. "I won't say 'no'
right away, but I'm probably going to say it eventually."
I nod. "I see. I must say, I'm a little surprised. Diana was less vengeful when I convinced Circe to turn over a new leaf, and her total kill count-."
"I'm not Diana."
Clearly. "Is there anything that would change your mind?"
"If you can convince me that there's any chance that he's had a change of heart. But I won't accept him just getting away with his crimes against my people."
I nod. "Very well. I'll see what I can do."