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Updated: June 7, 2025
There were three already, tiny white-furred things blindly nursing. The mother stared up at him, butting his hand with her head, and purred as only a Siamese could, seeming to be proud of her accomplishment. A nude swim in a warm blue sea the memory a pleasant one for the human, but one that made Corina's sleeping body tremble with distaste.
"Not in Irschchans, but it apparently does in humans. I noticed earlier that you, Ranger Medart, and Captain Hobison all have excellent ones, among the best I have felt." Greggson smiled grimly. "Thanks. That's good to know." He went on more softly, muttering to himself, but Corina's hearing made his words clearly audible. "All the most sensitive positions.
Damn lucky . . . if the kitty's not lying." Corina's ears flattened slightly at that uncalled-for slur, but she forced herself to say nothing about it, responding instead to the Chief Engineer's slight gesture. "You wish to ask something, Commander Jensen?" "Please. Can a mind screen like that be generated electronically?"
Corina's ears went back briefly. "Such things do not normally change, but I will retest him." When she touched the Sandeman's mind, her ears went forward in amazement. His shield, respectably strong before, now had the density and chill feel of spacer-steel armor! She nodded. "This means a personnel switch.
I cannot even consider candidates until I know who is available in other words, who did not participate in the Crusade. Then I will have to choose one who abstained because of loyalty to the Empire, not because of fear." Davis nodded. "Do you have any idea how much of the Order will be left for you to choose from?" Corina's ears went back in a frown.
One began showing a sunlit disk, and she realized that had to be Ranger Medart's ship. Tiny-seeming at first, it grew rapidly, filling the lander's window and continuing to grow. Corina's determination faltered.
The chapter had reported it to him, knowing he would be interested; when Talent appeared so late it was almost always minimal, usually only telepathy and a weak mind-screen, and the tester had been astonished at Corina's strength. Thark had been surprised himself when he scanned her. It was then that he had decided to take her as his private student.
"Unless, of course, you'd rather call it off." Corina's self-doubt was turning into determination under his scorn. "No, thank you," she said quietly. "I will continue." Medart smiled briefly at her, then turned to Greggson. "Get off her back, Colonel," he said. "You can join the spectators; I'll set up the situation for them." Greggson obeyed silently, and Medart turned to the team leader.
First thing to do was check her records, then report his findings to the Emperor. From what he knew of her already, he fully expected those reports to be favorable. He finished the first cup of coffee, then checked his delivery slot, finding Chang had accomplished its mission; the slot held a hard copy of Corina's records, complete with summary.
He'd been turned down once before, which had been disappointing but Corina's refusal would be worse. He wanted to make her accept the Empire's need of her, its desperate urgency to make the best possible use of such outstanding minds especially, now, a non-human's. Linda Ellman might have found it easier to persuade the young Irschchan, he thought.
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