“So if I turn out to be the real Rigg Sessamekesh, you can kill me?”
General Citizen smiled at him. “I see I’m not the only one to lay traps.”
For it was indeed a trap that Rigg had laid for him. If the situation as Citizen outlined it was correct, a loyal servant of the People’s Revolutionary Council would not have hesitated to kill Rigg at the first opportunity, since no outcome that left him alive would be good for the Council. Of course he’d disguise it as an accident, but it would happen, because fraud or heir, he would have to die.
“General Citizen,” said Rigg, “it seems to me that you don’t care whether I’m really the Rigg Sessamekesh that Hagia Sessamin gave birth to thirteen years ago.”
“But I care very much,” said Citizen.
“What you care about is whether I can be made believable to the people of Aressa Sessamo—believable enough that the Council can be overthrown and replaced by a regent—you, perhaps?—who will rule in my name.”
“You have made only one mistake,” said Citizen.
“No I haven’t,” said Rigg. “You’re about to tell me that you were really trying to draw me out so you could see if I posed a danger, but in fact you’re perfectly loyal to the Council.”
Citizen said nothing, showed nothing.
“You may or may not be loyal, and you may or may not be ambitious,” said Rigg. “Whatever judgment you come up with, I can’t control. But there is absolutely nothing in what I’ve said or done to suggest that I would be willing to take part in a plan to overthrow the Council. And if I did not take part willingly, no conspiracy could use me.”
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nbsp; “What if the survival of your friends were at stake? Wouldn’t you do as you were told?” asked Citizen.
Would Citizen really count on Rigg’s loyalty to his friends to make him a reliable tool? Father had once quoted an ancient philosopher, who said, “The good man counts on others to share his virtues, while the evil man counts on the virtues of better men. They are both mistaken.” Was Citizen foolish enough to make either mistake?
There was suddenly a great deal of shouting outside the cabin, and in a moment someone shoved open the door. It was a soldier.
“They’ve jumped overboard, sir! And threw Shouter overboard!”
“Guard this prisoner,” said Citizen as he ran from the room.
The soldier closed the door and stood in front of it. “Don’t even try to talk to me,” he said to Rigg.
“Not even to ask who in the world has the horrible name of ‘Shouter’?”
The soldier stood there for a long time, and Rigg had concluded he wasn’t going to answer. And then he did.
“It’s not his real name, sir. It’s what we all call him behind his back. I hope the general didn’t notice.”
“I think you have little chance of that,” said Rigg. “He notices everything.”
The soldier nodded and sighed. “Hope it’s short rations and not the lash for me.” Then he blushed, probably because he shouldn’t have said any such thing to the prisoner.
“Would it help if I told him you were immediately remorseful?”
“No, because that would mean I had talked to you.”
“Which you certainly have not done,” said Rigg, “despite my efforts to induce you to speak.”
Long silence from the soldier. Lots of noise outside. A slackening of the speed of the boat, and then a reversal of direction. Then a return to forward motion. There was a double rap on the door. The soldier opened it a little, stepped through it—never turning his back on Rigg—and in a moment stepped back inside.
“Your friends got away safe, sir,” said the soldier softly, mouthing the words rather than speaking them, which he did so naturally that Rigg imagined this must be the way soldiers communicated when maintaining silence on duty.
Rigg did not ask the soldier why he said “sir.” He knew perfectly well that his supposed identity had spread among the soldiers, if not through the whole crew and half of O before they left. The soldier called him “sir” because he still had respect for royalty, and Rigg was purportedly the heir to the throne.
So the fear of there being support for a revolution against the Revolutionary Council was not ungrounded.
Was it possible that Father had taken him, as an infant, from the royal house? Then the only question was whether he did so in obedience to Rigg’s parents’ wishes, or against them. Had his real mother and father given him to the Wandering Man in hopes of saving his life? Or was he kidnapped?