He broke off at a gesture from Bel Iblis. “Thank you, Solo, but I’m quite capable of defending my own actions,” the Senator said. “And I’ll be more than happy to do so : when I feel the time is right for such a discussion.”
He looked at Lando, then at his watch. “But right now, I have other duties to attend to. It’s getting late, and I know you really haven’t had time to relax since landing. Irenez has had your baggage taken to a vacant officers’ efficiency back toward the landing pad. It’s small, I’m afraid, but I trust you’ll find it comfortable enough.” He stood up. “Perhaps later over dinner we can continue this discussion.”
Han looked at Lando. Such convenient timing, the other’s expression said; but he kept the thought to himself. “Sounds fine,” Han told Bel Iblis for both of them.
“Good,” Bel Iblis smiled. “I’ll need Sena with me, but we’ll point you in the direction of your quarters on our way out. Unless you’d rather I assign you a guide.”
“We can find it,” Han assured him.
“All right. Someone will come to get you for dinner. Until later, then.”
They walked in silence for probably half the distance to their quarters before Lando finally spoke. “You want to go ahead and get it over with?”
“Get what over with?” Han growled.
“Chewing me out for not bowing and scraping in front of your pal the Senator,” Lando said. “Do it and get it over with, because we have to talk.”
Han kept his eyes straight ahead. “You weren’t just not bowing and scraping, pal,” he bit out. “I’ve seen Chewie in a bad mood be more polite than you were back there.”
“You’re right,” Lando acknowledged. “You want to be mad a little longer, or are you ready to hear my reasons?”
“Oh, this should be interesting,” Han said sarcastically. “You’ve got a good reason to be rude to a former Imperial Senator, huh?”
“He’s not telling us the truth, Han,” Lando said earnestly. “Not the whole truth, anyway.
“So?” Han said. “Who says he has to tell strangers everything?”
“He brought us here,” Lando countered. “Why do that and then lie to us about it?”
Han frowned sideways at his friend : and through his annoyance he saw for the first time the tension lines in Lando’s face. Whatever Lando was reaching for here, he was serious about it. “Okay,” he said, a little more calmly. “What did he lie about?”
“This camp, for starters, Lando said, gesturing toward the nearest building. “The Senator said they move around a lot-fourteen sites in seven years, remember? But this place has been here a lot longer than half a year.
Han looked at the building as they passed it. At the smoothness of the edges where the memory-plastic would fold up, at the signs of wear in the subfoundation : “There are other things, too,” Lando went on. “That headquarters lounge back there-did you notice all the decoration they had in that place? Probably a dozen sculptures scattered around on those corner ledges between the booths, plus a lot of light poles. And that doesn’t even count all the stuff on the walls. There was a whole antique repeater display panel mounted over the main bar, a ship’s chrono next to the exit-“
“I was there, too, remember?” Han cut him off. “What’s your point?”
“My point is that this place isn’t ready to pack up and ship off planet on three minutes’ notice,” Lando said quietly. “Not anymore. And you don’t get this soft and comfortable if you’re still in the business of launching major attacks against Imperial bases.”
“Maybe they decided to lie low for a while,” Han said. This business of having to defend Bel Iblis was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Could be,” Lando said. “In that case, the question is why? What else could he be holding his ships and troops back for?”
Han chewed at the inside of his cheek. He saw where Lando was going with this, all right. “You think he’s made a deal with Fey’lya.”
“That’s the obvious answer, Lando agreed soberly. “You heard how he talked about Mon Mothma, like he expected her to declare herself Emperor any day now. Fey’lya’s influence?”
Han thought it over. It was still crazy, but not nearly as crazy as it had seemed at first blush. Though if Fey’lya thought he could stage a coup with six private Dreadnaughts, he was in for a rude surprise.
But on the other hand- “Wait a minute, Lando, this is crazy, he said. “If they’re plotting against Mon Mothma, why bring us here?”