Threads 133 After-Action 2

It was a frightening thing to have the attention of the court of Emerald Seas. It was a pressure weighing down on her, a static skittering across her mind, and a prickling on her skin. It made her wonder what in the world had possessed her to want to speak here and why Cai Renxiang had agreed to allow her to.

But Ling Qi was reminded of the last time she had faced power like this in the Bloody Moon dream. She did not intend to let fear control her again.

“Because of my role as scout, I was able to observe the barbarian meeting in more detail than may have made it into reports,” Ling Qi began smoothly. She kept her eyes fixed downward, using the point where the branch holding the throne pierced the floor to hold her gaze. Ling Qi kept her voice clear and steady. “I believe that I may be able to share some details which may have been judged beneath notice, Your Grace.”

They had practiced this part. There was no avoiding the appearance of going over the head of the Sect to some degree. However, it could be mitigated with the right words.

“You consider your judgement superior then?” Diao Linqin asked mildly.

“My lady and I believe that viewing certain matters from multiple points of view is valuable,” Ling Qi said humbly. She did not raise her eyes or even shift her posture. She held respectfully still under the scrutiny of the court.

Cai Shenhua’s chuckle was deep and throaty. Ling Qi hoped that the approval she heard in it wasn’t just her imagination. “That is enough justification, young lady. Speak, and I will decide whether you are correct.”

“The meeting was not simply between tribes,” Ling Qi continued. “Two of the groups present specifically referred to themselves as ‘confederations’ and made no mention of tribal affiliation. The last group was the tribe which had brought the underground people to the meeting.”

“Shishigui” was a local name coined by sect forces. She had no idea if anyone at the capital would recognize it.

“It is not unusual for the tribes to form alliances,” the Luo representative said. “But she is correct that such terminology is not common. The last time the barbarians spoke of such a thing…”

“Ogodei,” the Wang representative grunted.

“But the meeting was not harmonious,” Ling Qi said once she was certain that there would be no more interjections. “The underground-allied barbarians were suing for aid. The starstone was their bargaining piece. The Twelve Stars Confederation seemed intrigued by this. It is the other, who called themselves the White Sky Confederation, that I wish to speak of though.”

Ling Qi had to stop herself from licking her lips. This was the tricky part.

“The White Sky had the least numerous representation. There were only two. One was a cloud tribesman whose mask style and equipment led me to believe that he belonged to the furthest southern tribes. The other was a woman who was clearly not of the cloud tribes. I do not believe her to have been a prisoner either given the disparity in power between the two.”

“What makes you certain of this?” The Meng woman asked. Her voice was soft and whispery, barely audible behind the fluttering fan which shielded her face.

“She lacked the beast bond of the tribes, and her features were foreign, neither imperial nor tribe,” Ling Qi answered. “Her garments bore the marks of civilized hands. It was nothing to match imperial finery, of course, but it was not the rough furs and stolen patchworks which the barbarians use. She did not seem to speak their common tongue either.”

“Of those, only a lack of beast bond is convincing,” Diao Linqin said. “And even then, it is known that some of the southern tribes behave strangely compared to their kin.”

“If it were only such circumstantial things, I would agree, Prime Minister,” Ling Qi replied. “However, the White Sky also showed little interest in the starstone, and what is more, not even slight interest in alliance. In fact, the Twelve Stars seemed to regard the woman in particular with the same distrust with which the underground envoy was viewed. Together, this gave me an inkling that she may have been an outsider as well.”

“But,” Ling Qi continued swiftly before she could be interrupted, “I only became firm in this belief after the foreigner attempted to speak to me in the middle of the battle, using a maneuver that made it appear as if she was containing me but which conveniently shielded both myself and my spirits from attack.”

There was silence in the wake of her words, and here, Ling Qi could not help but swallow nervously.

“Hoh, interesting.”

Cai Shenhua’s words echoed in the vast hall, and Ling Qi felt her shoulders buckle as twin beams of radiance fixed upon her back. She didn’t have to look up. She could see the limitless pools of light in her mind’s eye, the punctures in the human face worn by the Light that was Cai Shenhua.

“It is my belief that the foreigner saw some similarity in our arts. “Ling Qi croaked out. It was hard to breathe. Sweat br