And the ambassadors from Earth and Alliance had come down from Cyteen Station. Three Councillors had been accessible: Corain of the Bureau of Citizens, resident on Cyteen; Ilya Bogdanovitch of the Bureau of State; and Leonid Gorodin, of Defense. An actual two-thirds majority of Centrists, Corain reflected. Damned little good it did at a funeral. One was expected, of course, to offer Nye welcoming courtesies on his appointment as proxy. No reception: the solemnity of the occasion forbade, even if he had not been Emory’s cousin. But one did drop by the offices that had been Emory’s. One did present one’s respects. One did meet with Nye, however briefly, and offer condolences. And study this man and judge this man and try, in the few moments one was likely to get, to estimate what sort of man this was, who came out of complete shadow inside the enclave of Reseune, to assume the mantle of Ariane Emory… . To judge in five minutes, if it were possible, whether this man, who was a Special, could possibly take up all the linkups of power that Emory had, give the bitch credit, wielded all too well.
