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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Okay, I guess you will take care of Major Marguerre. But what'll happen to me? So far I've been treated all right, but I'm afraid that won't " "Ka'naya!" Joste interrupted, horrified by what she was implying. "You need nothing fear. You will guarded be, of course, but no harm will to you come! We not like humans twisted are, a female to hurt without great need."
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.
Good, Joste thought. The man was going to be stubborn. "You mine now are, Major, and you will much more say. When you have enough pain had, you will to me gladly speak." Slowly, almost luxuriously, he reached for the man, extending his claws. Marguerre tasted fear, his mouth bitter-dry as he watched the clawed gray hand approach. He remained still, though he could feel himself going pale.
Joste was waiting in front of his desk when two guards brought the just-captured human into his office. He found it hard to look at the man without becoming physically ill, and wondered briefly how the guards could tolerate touching him. Well, that was their job; his was to question the man, and he found himself hoping the foul thing would resist, give him an excuse to use force.
It wasn't because the other was human, or because he was an enemy Joste had questioned prisoners before without having had the slightest desire to use physical persuasion and the man looked no more repulsive than any other human. Granted, he was dirty and his battledress was torn, but that was to be expected from someone who had been in combat.
Will you need a linguist to replace Joste?" "If you please, Ka'ruchaya. Stanek, if he has recovered." "He will be on the ship." Jarna's expression became grim. "But hear my words, Group-Leader: none of my n'ruesten will force another to this living self-destruction again. I will not have them dishonor themselves so." "I would not ask it, Ka'ruchaya," Kunnos said.
It would appear that he destroyed his mind rather than betray his people." "Not even a human would go that far!" Sedni exclaimed, his voice shaken. "I would prefer a more acceptable idea myself," Joste said.
It wasn't usually 'of course, but Joste had served under Kunnos for a long time, long enough to trust his discretion even in N'chark's clan matters. Clan priority traffic got the same treatment as military communications, so it didn't take long for the operator to make ultrawave contact with N'chark clanhome, then leave to join Sedni.
I'd . . . hoped you'd miscalculate . . . kill me clean . . . 'fore it came to this. Now I just want you . . . t'be certain . . . I do know what I'm doing." He straightened as much as he was able, drew in breath, and forced himself to speak the single short phrase he'd chosen. Hearing himself say it, deliberately, would wipe out Major Horst Marguerre. Nonsense syllables, Joste thought.
A sudden flashing movement of Joste's claws ripped the tough material of the human's shirt to ribbons, exposing the soft undershirt. A single claw took care of that, still without breaking thin human skin. "Why did you here come?" Joste asked softly. "Now say, and yourself much pain save. You no honor have to lose." Now what the hell did he mean by that, Marguerre wondered.
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