Steris glanced at Lady Gardre, the third of the nobles in the room. The plump woman was much less of a war hawk than the others, far more reasonable. But even she nodded, reluctantly. And itdidmake sense. Every day that Elendel dithered gave the other cities time to build power. Elendel had the advantage of infrastructure, manufacturing, and coordination. But that wouldn’t remain an edge for long.
Striking first made sense if you thought war was inevitable. But it wasn’t. It didn’thaveto be.
Thiswas the enemy’s plan. She was increasingly certain that saber-rattling in the Outer Cities was a cover for whatever weapon was being prepared in Bilming.
Reddi began sputtering. “War with what army? Elendel has barely ten thousand troops, and that’scountingour navy protecting shipping to the South!”
“We have conscription plans in place,” Adawathwyn said smoothly. “And we have a very capably trained constabulary.”
Reddi seemed horrified by that statement. Steris had something to add, but she hesitated. Was this the part where she spoke? She could rarely figure that out.
“My people,” Reddi said, “arenotsoldiers.”
“Pardon, constable,” Lord Cett said, leaning across the table. “But no one is a soldier until they’re trained to be.”
“We’re needed,” Reddi explained. “Law—”
“We’ll be undermartiallaw,” the governor explained. “Policing crime in the city will get a lot easier with curfews. You can put excess constables into the military force.”
Maybethiswas the part where she should speak. Steris opened her mouth and made a noise to that effect, but they kept talking straight over her.
“I won’t stand for this!” Reddi said, throwing himself—paradoxically—to his feet. “This is not the oath my constables swore!”
“You don’t get to choose, constable,” the governor said. “I hold your commission, and that of every constable in this city. They ultimately answer to me.”
“We can quit, Varlance,” Reddi said, leaning forward, his hands on the table. “You can’tforceus to fight.”
“I—” Steris started.
“Actually,” Adawathwyn said lightly, “that’s precisely what a draftis,Constable Reddi.”
“I would—” Steris tried again.
“Yeah?” Reddi snapped. “And who exactly is going to lock us up?”
“Everyone shut up and listen!” Steris snapped. “Or I will barf on the table to get your attention!”
The entire room stared at her.
“I’ll do it,” she warned. “I keep medication in my handbag to produce the effect. You’dbe surprised at how often the option is relevant.”
Well, now she had their attention.
“If we are worried about war,” she said, “we should immediately begin an evacuation of the city.”
“No good,” Cett said. “If there is war, we need workers to facilitate industry—and to ramp up production of munitions.”
Rusts. That was the correct answer. She’dhoped he wouldn’t have thought that far forward. She glanced at the silent Malwish ambassador. What did he think of all of this? Had he anticipated it? She had always kept her focus on members of the Set in the Basin. But who was to say there weren’t members among the Malwish as well? Rusts.
“War is not the answer,” she said, turning back to the group. “It serves our enemies, not us. Look, I made a list here, to prove the logic of what I say. I’m increasingly convinced that the leaders of the Outer Citieswantus to be passing legislation that restricts and insults them. Theywantus interfering.
“They have built gunships and militaries, but theyhave notattacked. They caught Waxillium in their midst, shooting up a warehouse, but what haven’t they done? They haven’t expelled our constables or officials from the city. They’ve shouted about it, they’ve drawn up editorials. But they haven’tattacked.Why not?”
“Because they needusto do it,” Reddi said. “They need us to give them a reason to go to war.”
“The common people of the Basin don’t want to fight,” Steris said. “Certainly not against Elendel—where they undoubtedly have family.”
“Or because they don’t think they can win,” Lord Cett said.