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Updated: July 17, 2025
Guards had surrounded Emperor Davis at the first sign of trouble, and he motioned them back so he could look down at the scene: Hovan kneeling over Tarlac's bloody form as medics moved in, the Supreme shielding the First Speaker with his body, the courtiers milling around in confusion. Yes, events were working out as Tarlac had predicted. He seated himself again and called, "Cor'naya Hovan."
He hadn't been worried about that, exactly, but since he was Cor'naya, it was good to hear. He wondered when the computer would begin his lessons. "Now," Godhome replied to his thoughts, "with some history." The landscapes on the walls faded, and the three-dimensional image of a planet, blue-green and girdled with brilliant white clouds, appeared in mid-air. "Beautiful," the fighter breathed.
"He should a proper ceremony have, or as close as may under war conditions done be. Will you have any n'Cor'naya who free are, in the exercise hall assemble?" "Of course, Cor'naya. In half a tenth-day?" "Fine," Hovan said. "Afterwards, I must a message to Ch'kara's clanhome on Norvis send, clan priority." "You will it have," Arjen replied. "My thanks."
"Or a Cor'naya?" "Yes." Thinking back, Tarlac had to admit that all the n'Cor'naya he'd met were individuals he'd trust not to panic, as Hovan had not. "But Speakers and n'Cor'naya aren't exactly average. It's the risk to people like . . . oh, like Sandre and your twins. I don't like what learning about that loss may do to them.
At any rate, it had seemed appropriate to join the centers of spiritual and temporal power. Their escort ushered them into the large open double office shared by the Supreme and the First Speaker; both rulers were waiting for them. They greeted Hovan first, his due as a Cor'naya, and Tarlac used that brief time to study them.
He returned his attention to his n'ruhar and waited. After seconds that seemed to last forever, Yarra glanced around at her n'ruesten and said, "Es'ruesten, I do not doubt your honor, or Cor'naya Hovan's. None of us do. We believe you saw Kranath's Vision, and that you have made your Decision, which Hovan judges correct. What concerns us now is your endurance." "Endurance?"
"Did you need it?" Kranath repeated. "It seems to me that you had already made the choice." "Ruhar," Carle said gently, "you have been both Ranger and Cor'naya, earning high status in both societies, and Daria was right when she told you that was vital to peace. Tell me, though: would that have been enough?
"I believe I know what." "Probably, as well as you know me." Tarlac felt warmth for his ruhar. "If I die before I can tell this the way I should, I'd like you to do it for me. You're Cor'naya, and respected even by other n'Cor'naya."
Care for him, see that he gets the medical help he needs including regrowth treatments if they are available there and bring him home as soon as he is able to travel. If you wish, I will arrange for his naming ceremony." "Thank you, Ka'ruchaya. Let him be named Horst, of Clan N'chark." "So be it, Cor'naya Joste." Jarna turned to Kunnos. "I will send a ship for them, Group-Leader.
Even so, he hesitated before saying, "Hovan?" "Yes, ruhar? Something disturbs you?" The fighter's calm was soothing. "Not quite. Say it confuses me. Cor'naya, I was granted a Vision last night, and I don't know whether I should make it public or not, even to you." Hovan managed not to show his shock.
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