Rook

and so had no idea where the house was located even when they arrived. She thanked the driver as she staredin utter bemusement at the building in front of her.
Goddamn! I must be loaded!
    “You live in a big house,” the taxi driver remarked.
    “Yes, it seems I do,” she replied.
    “Tasteful too,” he added. “I’d say it’s mid-nineteenth century.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yes. The features around the windows and the gables are a dead giveaway,” he said.
    “Those and the engraved
1841
above the door.”
    “There’s a Rolls-Royce pulling in the other end of the driveway, and the driver is dressed in purple,” he pointed out.
    “Yes, that’s my ride, I think,” she said; she closed the purple binder, paid the man, and got out of the cab.
    “If you ever feel the need for a taxi and a driver you can tip heavily, ask the dispatcher for Hourigan,” he called after her. “I’ll even put on a purple shirt if you like.”
    “Thank you,” she called back over her shoulder. The driver of the Rolls stepped out, and she eyed him carefully. There had been a note about this in the binder:
     
The Retainers
    Rank is complicated in the Checquy Group, the result of centuries of tradition and leaders who look upon a lack of change as evidence of cultural stamina.
    But to put it very, very simply: If you have powers and you’re not in the Court, then you’re a Pawn. If you don’t have powers, you’ll never be in the Court, and you’re a Retainer.
    Of course, there are a lot of different levels within that framework. Pawns aren’t automatically higher ranked than Retainers—at least, not anymore. A Pawn and a Retainer can possess the same level of authority; they can both be supervisors or section heads. A Retainer can be in charge of Pawns, and vice versa. Admittedly, prejudices endure. For the most part, if it comes down to a choice between a Pawn and a Retainer, a Pawn will get the job. But there are more Retainers than Pawns.
    Retainers are drawn from a variety of places. Of course, we gather from the government, the military, and the clergy. We have drafting agents in the universities keeping eyes out for those who have skills and can manage to be discreet. There’s always competition for the best and the brightest, but we have an outstanding budget, and our people have a talent for spotting the exceptional at an early age. And we also draw them from the private sector.
    Retainers are crucial to the Checquy Group. They work in administration, intelligence, security, medical—everything. There are only a few sections of the Checquy where a Retainer cannot be employed, and those are positions where having powers is vital.
    One subset of Retainer that you should know about is the personal staff of the members of the Court. That includes secretaries, drivers, bodyguards, etc. Bodyguards attend members of the Court only during ceremonial occasions or at times of high alert. So, yes, you’ll have several people who periodically guard your body, but presumably, they weren’t around when I lost my memory. In any case, you can distinguish the personal staff from regular Retainers because they dress in purple—it’s a livery thing, dating back centuries. I’ve included a list of your personal staff, with photos, in the back of this binder.
    The Retainers are bound to the Checquy through a variety of means. Legal contracts. Religious oaths. Oaths of fealty. Penalties under the Official Secrets Act. Penalties under various unofficial secrets acts. Vaguely worded threats of nebulously horrible vengeance. People don’t learn the real secrets of the Checquy until they’re a part of the group, and then they can’t get out. Of course, there’s no real reason why they would want to. They’re doing good and earning well, and we provide an excellent and understanding staff of therapists.
     
    “Good morning, Rook Thomas,” said the man in purple, opening the car door for her.
    “Good morning,” she said awkwardly.
    “To the Rookery then?”
    “Uh, sure. I mean, if it’s Monday, then I have to go to the Rookery, right?” she said, trying to pass her befuddlement off as a joke.
    “Monday through Friday,” said the driver ruefully.
    “It’s the price of having a job, I guess.” He smiled but looked alittle surprised.
Great, I’m already breaking character,
she thought dismally. “Well, we’d better be off.”
    She’d skimmed some material about the Rookery earlier but now decided she should better