Chapters (24)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Episode One: The B-Team
- Episode Two: Walk the Plank
- Episode Three: We Only Need the Heads
- Episode Four: A Voice in the Wilderness
- Episode Five: Tales from the Clarke
- Episode Six: The Back Channel
- Episode Seven: The Dog King
- Episode Eight: The Sound of Rebellion
- Episode Nine: The Observers
- Episode Ten: This Must Be the Place
- Episode Eleven: A Problem of Proportion
- Episode Twelve: The Gentle Art of Cracking Heads
- Episode Thirteen: Earth Below, Sky Above
- Extras
- After the Coup
- Hafte Sorvalh Eats a Churro and Speaks to the Youth of Today
- The End of All Things Teaser
- Tor Books by John Scalzi
- About the Author
“‘Can’t’ is a strategically ambiguous word to use here,” Ting said. “Can’t because you don’t know? Or can’t because you’ve been ordered not to say? Perhaps the fault here is mine, Ambassador. I have been too imprecise in what I’ve been asking. Let me try again. This is a question that you may answer with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’ Indeed, I must insist that it is answered with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’ Ambassador Abumwe, are you personally aware that there was a Colonial Defense Forces presence on Wantji?”
“Sub-Ambassador Ting—,” Abumwe began.
“Ambassador Abumwe,” Ting said, pleasantly but forcefully, “if I do not receive a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to my question, I am afraid I will have to suspend our negotiations. If I suspend my negotiations, then my superiors will suspend theirs. The entire process will fail because you have not been able to offer a simple response to a direct question. I believe I am being perfectly clear about this. So, a final time: Are you personally aware that there was a Colonial Defense Forces presence on Wantji?”
“No,” Abumwe said. “I am not aware of that.”
Ting smiled a Bula smile and opened her hands in a very humanlike gesture, as if saying, There, see? “That’s all I needed, Ambassador,” she said. “A simple answer to a direct question. Thank you. I do apologize for adding this conflict to our negotiations, and especially sorry to do it to you. As I said, I believe we’ve had excellent rapport up to now.”
Schmidt saw the tension drain out of Abumwe’s neck and shoulders. “Thank you for your apology, but it’s not necessary. I would just like to finish up our work.”
“Oh, we have,” Ting said, and stood. Abumwe and Schmidt hastily stood with her. “We finished the moment you lied to me.”
“When I lied to you,” Abumwe said.
“Yes, just now,” Ting said. “Bear in mind, Ambassador Abumwe, I am almost entirely certain that you were ordered to lie to me by your superiors. I have negotiated with enough humans to know what someone being ordered to lie looks like. Nevertheless, you did just lie to me, and that was the test, to see whether you would or not. You did.”
“Sub-Ambassador Ting, I assure you that whatever you believe I know, my actions should not have an effect on the larger negotiations—,” Abumwe said.
Ting held up her hand. “I promise you, Ambassador Abumwe, that your people and mine are not done negotiating,” she said. “What we are negotiating, however, has changed substantially.” She motioned toward the case. “And now, at last, we come to this.”
“What is in the case?” Abumwe asked.