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“The mystery of a missing translator sets three lives on a collision course that will have a ripple effect across the stars in this powerful new novel by award-winning author Ann Leckie,” reads the official launch for Translation State.Masterfully merging space adventure and mystery, and a poignant exploration about relationships and belonging, Translation State is a triumphant new standalone story set in Leckie’s celebrated Imperial Radch universe.” io9 has the duvet and the first chapter to share right this moment.

First, right here’s a bit extra in regards to the story:

Qven was created to be a Presger translator. The delight of their Clade, they at all times had a transparent path earlier than them: be taught human methods, and finally, make a match and function an middleman between the harmful alien Presger and the human worlds. The realization that they may need one thing else isn’t “optimal behavior”. I’s the kind of conduct that ends in elimination.

But Qven rebels. And in doing so, their path collides with these of two others. Enae, a reluctant diplomat whose lifeless grandmaman has left hir an unimaginable job as an inheritance: looking down a fugitive who has been lacking for over 200 years. And Reet, an adopted mechanic who’s more and more determined to study his genetic roots—or something that may clarify why he operates so in another way from these round him.

As a Conclave of the varied species approaches—and the long-standing treaty between the people and the Presger is on the road—the choices of all three can have ripple results throughout the celebrities.

The cowl (designed by Lauren Panepinto) is under, adopted by an unique have a look at the primary chapter.

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Athtur House, Saeniss Polity

The final stragglers within the funeral procession have been barely out the ghost door earlier than the mason bots unfolded their lengthy legs and reached for the pile of stones they’d faraway from the wall so painstakingly the day earlier than. Enae hadn’t regarded again to see the door being sealed up, however sie might hear it for only a second earlier than the primary of Aunt Irad’s moans of grief rose right into a wail. One or two cousins heaved an experimental sob.

Enae hadn’t cried when Grandmaman died. Sie hadn’t cried when Grandmaman advised hir she’d chosen the time to go. Sie wasn’t crying now. Which wasn’t essentially a problem, everybody knew what expressions it’s best to have if you have been following the bier to the crematory, everybody knew what sounds an in depth relative made, and Enae might sob and wail if sie’d wished to. And in spite of everything, amongst all these aunts and uncles and nuncles and cousins, Enae was the one who’d lived with Grandmaman for many years, and brought care of her in her previous age. Sie had been the one to rearrange issues within the family these previous ten years or extra, to cope with the servants—human and bot—with their very completely different wants. Sie nonetheless had all of the family codes and bot overrides, and the servants nonetheless regarded to hir for orders, a minimum of till Grandmaman’s will was unsealed. Sie had each proper to stroll on the head of the procession, proper behind Grandmaman, wailing for all of the city to listen to, in these quiet early morning hours. Instead sie walked silent and dry-eyed on the again.

Grandmaman had been very previous, and ill-tempered. She had additionally been very wealthy, and born into one of many oldest households within the system. Which meant that the procession to the crematory was longer than one may need anticipated. There had been some jostling within the entry corridor, by the ghost door, Aunt Irad turning up a half hour early to place herself on the entrance, some cousins making an attempt to push her out of her place, and everybody eying Enae to see how sie’d react.

None of them had lived in the home for many years. Grandmaman had thrown most of them—or their mother and father—out. Every 12 months she would maintain a birthday dinner and invite all of them again for a lavish meal, throughout which she would insult them to their faces whereas they smiled and gritted their tooth. Then she’d organize them off the premises once more, to attend till the subsequent 12 months. Some of them had fallen away in that point, sworn off Grandmaman and any hope of inheritance, however most of them got here again 12 months after 12 months. It was solely Enae who had really lived in the home with Grandmaman, Enae who, one would possibly suppose, could be essentially the most affected by Grandmaman’s dying.

But for the previous week Enae had let the aunts and uncles and nuncles and cousins do no matter they’d wished, as long as it didn’t hassle the family unduly. Sie’d stood silent as Aunt Irad had modified the prepare dinner’s menus and stood silent when the identical aunt had raged at Enae as a result of sie’d advised the prepare dinner to ignore any modifications he didn’t have sources for. Sie had performed and mentioned nothing when, the very first day of the funeral week, an precise fistfight had damaged out between two cousins over who would have which bed room. Sie had remained silent when sie had heard one uncle say to a nuncle, And have a look at hir, fifty-six years previous and sitting at dwelling sucking as much as Grand- maman, and the nuncle reply, Well have a look at hir father’s household, it’s hardly a shock. Sie had walked on previous when one cousin had surreptitiously slid a small silver dish into his pocket, whereas one other loudly declared that she could be making some modifications if she have been so lucky as to inherit the home. And within the meantime, sie had made certain that meals arrived on time and the home was saved so as. That had been the trick, all these years, of dwelling with Grandmaman—hold calm, hold quiet, hold issues working easily.

Grandmaman had advised Enae many occasions that sie was her solely remaining inheritor. But she had additionally mentioned—many occasions— that Enae was a humiliation. A failure. As far because the Athturs had fallen since Grandmaman’s days—have a look at all these grandchildren and great-grandchildren and nephews and nieces and niblings of no matter diploma abasing them- selves to win her favor within the determined hope that she’d go away them one thing in her will—as pathetic as they have been, Enae was worse. Nearly sixty and no profession, no pals, no lovers, no marital companions, no youngsters. What had sie performed with hir life? Nothing. Enae had saved calm, had not mentioned that when sie had had pals they’d not been adequate for Grandmaman. That when sie had proven any signal of eager to do some- factor that may take hir out of the home, Grandmaman had forbidden it.

Keep calm, hold quiet, hold issues working easily.

At the crematory, Grandmaman’s corpse slid into the flames, and the funeral priest sang the farewell chants. Aunt Irad and three completely different cousins stepped ahead to thank him for officiating and to recommend that they may donate cash for future prayers for the Blessed Deceased. Enae might really feel everybody else glancing towards hir, but once more, to see hir response to others appearing as if they have been the pinnacle of the household, the chief mourner, the now-Matriarch (or Patri- arch or Natriarch, because the case could also be) of the traditional household of Athtur.

“Well,” mentioned Aunt Irad, completed along with her loud and apparent session with the funeral priest, “I’ve ordered coffee and sandwiches to be set out in the Peony Room.” And marched again towards the home, not even trying to see if anybody followed her.

Back on the home, there was no espresso and sandwiches within the Peony Room. Aunt Irad turned instantly to Enae, who shrugged as if it wasn’t any of hir enterprise. It wasn’t anymore—technically, Grandmaman’s will would have taken impact the second her physique slid into the flames, however the behavior of ordering the family died laborious. With a fast blink sie despatched a question to the kitchen.

No reply. And then somebody dressed as a servant, however who Enae had by no means, ever seen earlier than, got here into the Peony Room and coolly knowledgeable all of them that refreshments had in actual fact been set out within the Blue Sitting Room and their collective presence was requested there, after which turned and walked away, ignoring Aunt Irad’s protests.

In the Blue Sitting Room, one other full stranger sat in one of many damask-upholstered armchairs, consuming espresso: a lanky, fair-skinned lady who smiled in any respect of them as they got here in and stopped and stared. “Good morning. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“Who the hell are you?” requested Aunt Irad, indignant.

“A few minutes ago, I was Zemil Igoeto,” mentioned the girl as she set her espresso down on a mother-of-pearl inlaid aspect desk. “But when the Blessed Deceased ascended, I became Zemil Athtur.” Silence. “I don’t believe in drawing things out. I will be direct. None of you have inherited anything. There wasn’t anything to inherit. I have owned all of this”—she gestured round her, taking within the Blue Sitting Room and presumably the entire home—“for some years.”

“That can’t be right,” mentioned Aunt Irad. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Grandmaman would have thought it a joke, thought Enae. She will need to have laughed to herself whilst she was dying, to think about the appears on everybody’s faces proper now. Everything had appeared distant and unusual since Grandmaman had died, however now Enae had the sensation that sie wasn’t actually right here, that sie was watching some type of play or leisure that sie wasn’t terribly serious about.

“Fifteen years ago,” mentioned Zemil Igoeto—no, Zemil Athtur—“the Blessed Deceased found herself completely broke. At the same time, while I had plenty of funds, I wanted some way to gain access to the sort of influence that is only available to the oldest families. She and I came to an agreement and made it legally binding. In, I need not tell you, the presence of authorized witnesses. I would purchase everything she owned. The sum would be sufficient to support her in excellent style for the rest of her life, and she would have the use of all the properties that had formerly been hers. In return, on her ascension to the Realm of the Blessed Dead, I would become her daughter and sole heir.”

Silence. Enae wasn’t certain if sie wished to chortle or not, however the reality was, Grandmaman would very a lot have loved this second if she might have been right here. It was identical to her to have performed this. And how might Enae complain? Sie’d lived right here for years in, as Ms Zemil Athtur had simply mentioned, glorious type. Enae couldn’t probably have any complaints.

“This is ridiculous,” mentioned Aunt Irad. She checked out Enae. “Is this one of the Blessed Deceased’s jokes? Or is it yours?”

“Mx Athtur has nothing to do with any of this,” reduce in Zemil. “Sie had no idea until this moment. Only I, the Blessed Deceased’s jurist, and the Blessed Deceased herself knew anything about it. Apart from the witnesses involved, of course, whom you are free to consult as confirmation.”

“So we get nothing,” mentioned the cousin who had declared her intention to make modifications as soon as she’d inherited.

“Correct,” mentioned Zemil Athtur, choosing up her espresso once more. She took a sip. “The Blessed Deceased wanted to be sure I told you that you’re all selfish and greedy, and she wishes she could be here to see you when you learn you’ve been cut off with nothing. With one exception.”

Everyone turned to have a look at Enae.

Zemil continued, “I am to provide for Mx Enae Athtur, with certain stipulations and restrictions, which I will discuss with hir later.”

“The will,” mentioned a cousin. “I want to see the will. I want to see the documents involved. I’ll be speaking with my jurist.”

“Do, by all means,” mentioned Zemil, and Enae felt the itch of a message arriving. Sie regarded, and noticed a listing of recordsdata. Documents. Contracts. Contact data for the Office of Witnesses. “In the meantime, do sit and have a sandwich while the servants finish packing your things.”

It took a while, and a half dozen looming servants (who, as soon as once more, Enae had by no means seen earlier than), however finally the aunts and uncles and nuncles and cousins had left the home, picked their baggage up off the drive, and gone elsewhere, threatening lawsuits all of the whereas.

Enae had remained within the Blue Sitting Room, unwilling to go as much as hir room to see if hir issues have been nonetheless there or not. Sie sat, kind of relaxed, in a damask-upholstered armchair. Sie badly wished a cup of espresso, and perhaps a sandwich, however sie discovered sie couldn’t carry hirself to stand up from the chair. The complete world appeared unreal and unsure, and sie wasn’t certain what would occur if sie moved an excessive amount of. Zemil, too, stayed sitting in her damasked chair, consuming espresso and smiling.

At some level, after the home had quieted, Grandmaman’s jurist arrived. “Ah, Mx Athtur. I’m so sorry for your loss. I know you loved your grandmother very much, and spent your life attending to her. You should be allowed to take some time to yourself right now, and grieve.” He didn’t overtly direct this to Zemil, sitting within the armchair throughout from Enae, however his phrases appeared meant for her. Then he did flip to her and nodded in greeting. “Ms Athtur.”

“I am fully aware,” mentioned Zemil, with a faint smile, “that I’m tasked with providing for Mx Athtur, and I will.”

“I would like some time to read the relevant documents, please,” mentioned Enae, as politely as sie might, and braced hirself to argue with an indignant refusal.

“Of course,” mentioned the jurist, “and I’ll be happy to go through them with you if you need.”

Enae, at a loss for some purpose, mentioned, “Thank you.” “You’ll see, when you read it,” mentioned Zemil, “that I am obligated to provide for you, as I said. How I am to provide for you is up to me, within certain parameters. I have had years to consider what that might mean, for both of us.”

“Your provisions will meet the requirements of the will,” mentioned the jurist, sharply. “I will be certain of it.”

“I don’t understand.” Enae suppressed a sudden, unex- pected welling of tears. “I don’t understand how this happened.” And then, realizing how that may sound, “I didn’t expect to inherit anything. Gr . . . the Blessed Deceased always said she would leave her houses and money to whoever she wanted.” Watch them collect round my corpse after I’m gone, she’d mentioned, with relish. Ungrateful, disloyal whereas I lived, however watch them come the second they suppose they may get one thing from me. And she’d patted Enae’s hand and made the tiny huff that was her laughter, close to the top.

“As I said,” mentioned Zemil, “the Blessed Deceased was facing bankruptcy. Her income had declined, and she had refused to alter her way of living. It took several years to negotiate—our ancestor was stubborn, as I’m sure you know—but ultimately she had no choice if she was to continue living here, in the way she was accustomed to.”

Enae didn’t know what to say. Sie hardly even knew how you can breathe, on this second.

“I wanted the name,” mentioned Zemil. “I have wealth, and some influence. But I’m a newcomer to wealth and influence, at least according to the oldest families. An interloper. Our ancestor made sure to tell me so, on several occasions. But no longer. Now I am an Athtur. And now the Athturs are wealthy again.” Another unfamiliar servant got here in, to clear the meals and the espresso away. Enae hadn’t eaten something. Sie might really feel the hole in hir abdomen, however sie couldn’t carry hirself to take a sandwich now, knew sie wouldn’t be capable to eat it if sie did. Grandmaman’s jurist waved the servant over, muttered in her ear. The servant made a plate with two small sandwiches, poured a cup of espresso, handed each to Enae, and then took the remainder and left the room.

“Have you dismissed the servants?” Enae requested. Sie’d meant to sound informal, curious, however hir tone got here out tough and resentful.

“You are no longer the housekeeper here, Mx Athtur,” Zemil replied.

“I was until this morning, and if I’d known people were going to lose their jobs I’d have done what I could for them. They’ve worked for us a long time.”

“You think I’m cruel,” mentioned Zemil. “Heartless. But I am only direct. No servants have been dismissed. None will be who perform their jobs well. Does that satisfy you?”


“I will do you no favors,” Zemil continued, “leaving you in any misapprehension or uncertainty. As I said, what I wanted in this transaction was the Athtur name. There will be some reluctance on the part of the other old families to accept my legitimacy, and that will be made more difficult if you are here as an example of a true Athtur, one who so loyally cared for hir Grandmaman for so long, and rightfully ought to have inherited—in contrast with my false, purchased hold on the name. But I am also obligated to support you. Understand, I bear you no ill will, and I have no objection to providing for you, but I need you gone. I have, therefore, found employment for you.”

“Ms Athtur . . .” the jurist started, reproachfully.

Zemil raised a forestalling hand. “You may stay here for another month, to complete the time of mourning. And then you will take a position with the Office of Diplomacy. Your assignment is already arranged. You will find it congenial, I assure you.”

“You could just leave me my allowance,” mentioned Enae. “I could move out.”

“Would you?” requested Zemil. “Where would you go?”

“I have a month to figure that out,” sie replied, undecided sie had understood something anybody had mentioned for the previous 5 minutes, not even certain what sie, hirself, was saying.

“Let me tell you what your position would be in the Office of Diplomacy. You have been appointed Special Investigator, and a case has been assigned to you. It is a situation of great diplomatic delicacy. Perhaps we should discuss this in private.” She glanced on the jurist.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he mentioned, and crossed his arms very decidedly.

“You don’t work for Mx Athtur,” Zemil identified. “No,” he acknowledged. “In this matter, I represent the interests of the Blessed Deceased. And consequently, I will be certain that her grandchild is appropriately cared for.”

“If she were here . . .” started Zemil.

“But she’s not here,” mentioned the lawyer. “We have only her expressed desire, and your agreement to that.”

Zemil made an expression as if she’d bitten into somefactor bitter. “All right then. Enae, you’ve been assigned . . .”

“Mx Athtur,” mentioned Enae, hardly believing it had come out of her mouth.

To Enae’s shock, Zemil smiled. “Mx Athtur. You’ve been assigned, as I’ve said, to a matter of some delicacy. Some years ago, the Radchaai Translators Office approached the Office of Diplomacy to request our help in tracking down a fugitive.”

Radchaai! The Radch was an unlimited, multisystem empire, far sufficient away that nobody right here in Saeniss Polity felt instantly threatened by them—particularly now, with the Radchaai embroiled in their very own inside struggles—however shut sufficient and highly effective sufficient that Radchaai was one of many languages the nicely educated usually elected to review. The Translators Office was the Radchaai diplomatic service. Enae felt the itch of recordsdata arriving. “I’ve sent you the details,” mentioned Zemil.

Enae blinked the message open, learn the opening summary. “This incident happened two hundred years ago!”

“Yes,” Zemil agreed. “The Office of Diplomacy assigned an investigator when the request first came in, who decided the fugitive wasn’t here in Saeniss Polity or even anywhere in this system, and what with one thing and another the matter was dropped.”

“But . . . how am I supposed to find someone who’s been missing for two hundred years?”

Zemil shrugged. “I haven’t the least idea. But I rather imagine it will involve travel, and a per diem on top of your wages. On top of your existing allowance, which I have no plans to discontinue. Indeed, the Blessed Deceased was quite miserly in the matter of your allowance, and I believe I’ll be increasing it.” She turned to the jurist. “There, are you satisfied?” The jurist made a noncommittal noise, and Zemil turned again to Enae. “Honestly, no one cares if you find this person or not. No one expects you to find anything at all. You’re being paid to travel, and maybe look into an old puzzle if you feel like it. Haven’t you ever wanted to leave here?”

Sie had at all times wished to go away right here.

Sie couldn’t suppose. Not proper now. “I’ve just lost my grandmother,” sie mentioned, tears welling once more, sie didn’t know from the place. “And I’ve had a terrible shock. I’m going to my room. If . . .” Sie regarded Zemil instantly within the eyes. “If it still is my room?”

“Of course,” mentioned Zemil.

Enae hadn’t anticipated that simple acquiescence. Grandmaman would by no means have tolerated her appearing all high-and-mighty like this. But what else was sie alleged to do? Grandmaman wasn’t right here anymore. Sie blinked, took a breath. Another. “If your people would be so kind as to bring me lunch and coffee there.” Ridiculous, sie was nonetheless holding the sandwiches the servant had handed to hir, however sie couldn’t even think about consuming them. Not these sandwiches, not right here, not now. “And I’ll have supper in my room as well.”

“They’ll be happy to help you any way you wish, as long as you’re here,” mentioned Zemil.

Enae rose. Set hir untouched meals again onto the sideboard. Sie turned and nodded to the jurist. “Thank you. I . . . thank you.”

“Call me if you need me,” he mentioned.

Sie turned to Zemil, however discovered sie had no phrases to say, and so sie simply fled to hir personal room.

Excerpt from Translation State by Ann Leckie reprinted with permission from Hachette. 

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