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I think that armchair can handle your mass; have a seat." Hovan sat, carefully as the chair creaked, but it held. "You said Steve left a message for me, Your Majesty." Davis leaned forward. "Yes. He told me quite a bit yesterday, while you were still on Homeworld.

Males shared in the creation of life, but it was females who actually brought it forth into the clan, by birth or adoption. In the case of adoption, the new ruhar should be brought into the gathering hall, with as many of the clan as possible attending. Steve wouldn't have that, or even a close approximation, until Homeworld; there weren't enough of Ch'kara in the Fleet.

One moment Tarlac was falling asleep, warm and secure in his shelter with the fire keeping out the night's chill the next, he was waking in the cockpit of a crashed biplane, a fighter. A biplane? What the hell ! Terra hadn't used biplanes in combat for centuries! And Homeworld hadn't for millennia. How did he know that?

Oh, well. "If it's not prying, how old are you?" "You will soon of Ch'kara be; no prying is. I thirty-five Homeworld years have, almost forty-six Imperial Standard. You?" "Thirty-five too, but Standard." Hovan made a quick calculation. "Twenty-seven, Homeworld. And you already a Ranger are? That hard to believe is. How?" "It's not really a matter of age," Tarlac said.

I have only once to Homeworld been, though, so I cannot sure be." His memory was accurate; less than a minute later, the car came to a halt in front of one of the branch clanhome buildings. It was of average size, perhaps a quarter-kilometer on a side plenty of room for the five hundred or so who represented Ch'kara on Homeworld.

Put that way, the answer was obvious. He did not. Hovan had given him that answer, before either of them knew the question, the day they'd landed on Homeworld. Tarlac remembered asking, surprised, if the unworried-seeming civilians knew how the war was going, and the reply was apt here too: "Such things must in honor known be."

Tarlac began with his first meeting with Hovan and went on to the adoption, a description of Homeworld and the Traiti civilians which included their gender ratio, his greeting at the Ch'kara clanhome, his special Language lesson "The Traiti attribute it to the Circle of Lords, their gods; whether to believe it was them or the Others' computer, which this report will describe later, will have to be an individual decision."

"Is it Homeworld?" "Yes," Godhome said, again amused. "It is your home world, but look more closely. It is not this planet. It is quite similar; the major differences are its shorter year and slightly lower gravity. But the biochemistry is identical, to twenty decimals." If Terra, pictured here, was the Traiti's true homeworld Godhome's voice grew almost somber.

"The Supreme and First Speaker ask, that you them on Homeworld join. I their invitation extend, and transportation offer." Tarlac appreciated the sharp irony of the so-courteous invitation, backed up by the outsized fleet. "They don't leave me much choice, do they?" "They truly none you leave, Ranger," Arjen said regretfully. "I do not these tactics like, but I must my orders follow." "Mmm.

Twenty-seven thousand Homeworld years ago, that was done." Kranath was badly disturbed by that, even though he'd braced himself to accept difficult things. Learning that his people had lost an entire world their Truehome made his spirit quail. "Were the others so powerful, then?" "Not as individuals, no. But they were so numerous you could not have resisted them.