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Updated: June 19, 2025
Moments later, Tarlac and Hovan were climbing into one of the clan's null-grav cars. Hovan was confident that Steve was, as he'd said, truly as ready as possible; there was no point in a last-minute briefing, so they made the trip to the test area in companionable silence.
"I pledge to Clan Ch'kara that I will bring no dishonor to its name, and will defend that name and the clan's property and people to the best of my ability, so long as that involves no harm or dishonor to the Terran Empire I have also sworn to protect." The qualification drew an unspoken sense of approval from the gathered n'Cor'naya, perhaps not surprisingly among these people.
Let him take care o' himsell." "Then it must be Hobbie of the Heugh-foot," said Elshie. "What harm has the lad done you?" "Harm! nae great harm; but I hear he says I staid away from the Ba'spiel on Fastern's E'en, for fear of him; and it was only for fear of the Country Keeper, for there was a warrant against me. I'll stand Hobbie's feud, and a' his clan's.
If he made it that far, he'd be getting medical help within seconds, from the clan's chief physician herself and from a human doctor, one of the prisoners, whom Channath had asked to have present. The Ordeal poison was working. Tarlac tasted bitterness from the foam forming in his mouth, and the Supreme's claws seemed to gouge his skin, though he knew they were touching him as lightly as before.
Land and materials for the church were provided by the Clan or the Clan's head, and lands for support of the missioner or of the missionary community were allotted just as they had been previously allotted to the pagan priesthood; in fact there can be but little doubt that the lands of the pagan priests became in many cases the endowment of the Christian establishment.
Sleep was dreamless, his unaware mind and body absorbing the clan's support, and when he woke he felt as refreshed as though he'd slept for a week. It was still early, the wake-light not yet on, and from the others' breathing, it appeared he was the only one who'd waked without it.
In several of the larger buildings they passed, females stood at the central doors; they were the clan's sub-Mothers, though rarely when this was the clan's main home it might be the Ka'ruchaya herself waiting to formally welcome her clan-children. Tarlac enjoyed the drive and the scenery.
Tarlac could sense the clan both as an empathic entity and as the individuals composing it: Ka'ruchaya Yarra's joy that one of her n'ruesten had been chosen to complete the Circle, Daria's exultation and love for him and their daughter, Hovan's deep pride that it was he who had adopted and then sponsored the Ranger . . . even unformed pleasure from the youngling in Daria's body, already a part of the clan's emotional life.
"Yes, sir at half-past six." "Thank heaven!" exclaimed Mr Clam, "I shall get out of this infernal town. Waiter!" "Yes, sir." "I came from London to-day with a lady close veiled, all muffled up. She is a married woman, too more shame for her." "Yes, sir. Do you dine before you go, sir." said the waiter, not attending to Mr Clan's observations. "No.
On the surface, everything appeared almost identical; it was the emotional climate that had changed. Then, he had been a stranger; now he shared the clan's spirit and love as well as its name. He was grateful for their presence and support, and he thought with a trace of amusement that it was too bad he didn't share their confidence in him as well.
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