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*They will not like it,* Corina thought nervously, but she said, "My recommendation, under these circumstances, is that Your Majesty and Prince Forrest leave Terra in a ship crewed fully by humans, its destination unknown to anyone not aboard, and remain there until Thark and the Order are no longer a threat." A murmur around the conference table was disapproving.
Small and slender he might be, but there was no denying his strength or his grace as he pushed himself off one gym wall, drew his bow in a single smooth motion, and fired as he tumbled through the air. "Beautiful," Corina said. "I have never seen a human move with such economy or precision. That is a combat bow, is it not?" "Instead of a practice one?
That was repeated half a decade times, with what appeared to be effortless ease. "Does he ever miss?" Corina asked as the Sandeman continued to shoot. "I've never heard of it happening, and I'm sure it'd be all over the ship in less than an hour if he did." Medart chuckled.
It didn't reassure Corina, and she let that show in her expression. She looked up at the Sanctioner leader, shivering again. "But . . . I don't want to die! I have done nothing to die for!" "Youngling, it is not for me to question Senior Valla's orders, but I admit I do no like this assignment. My own girl-child is about your age." "Then " Sudden hope dawned. "No, youngling."
By the time they pulled up in front of the large stone building that housed the capital's Sanctioners, Corina was on the ragged edge of desperation. It must have appeared more like sheer terror to the officer beside her, because he dismissed the other two. "Go on in. She will give me no trouble; she is too afraid." They obeyed.
But Valla didn't let friendship interfere with her work, and she had a well-earned reputation for thoroughness and efficiency. At least, Corina thought, Valla did not dishonor her by ordering her blade broken. The Sanctioner moved behind her. "Put your hands down, behind your back." She obeyed, felt cool metallic bands close around her wrists.
It was rather like listening to a simultaneous echo, Corina thought as she very cautiously nudged the flow of impulses. "It's a damn good life, don't get me wrong, but it doesn't have many laughs, and the most satisfying parts are usually the result of a lot of work, and sometimes pain." He chuckled, ruefully.
"An aspect that works through a shield," Corina said. "That will have to be explored later for now, we can only use it. How much further?" "Not much." Medart began moving again, taking a straight line until he made an abrupt turn that took them into a corridor with several widely-spaced doors. "Our offices this hall brings us out behind the Throne, but I have to check something. Wait a minute."
Corina shifted, unable to accept that even in a dream. He was a Ranger, he had been doing the only thing honor would allow . . . Then came the interrupted recovery leave on Irschcha, and his meeting with the young Losinj. In Medart's memory, Corina watched herself defeat the Marines, studied her own records, discussed them with the Emperor.
Chang, Lindner, and Yasunon are the only ones with them so far, though. The rest'll get them as soon as they go into Luna Base for a major refit." They had been walking while he talked, and came to a halt beneath a wide-spreading, though not very tall, tree. Corina didn't recognize the species, but liked its smell. "Is this all right?" Medart asked. "Fine," Corina said approvingly.
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