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Steve didn't even know what Kranath's Vision meant! He wasn't supposed to help in the Decision at all, not give even the slightest hint of what he thought was right, and he had no intention of doing so but every youngling knew about Kranath's Vision and its significance; there could be no harm in telling Steve that much. "Steve, ruhar . . ." Tarlac looked up. "What is it?"
He had seen no more than a tiny fraction of Godhome and felt only the lightest touch of its power, until now. The computer was a fifteen-n'liu cube, yet his newly stretched mind enabled him to comprehend it. So that was a psionic computer! He had plenty of time to study it in detail several minutes before Godhome began the last part of its work, with Kranath's cooperation.
Tarlac described his schooling and wilderness experience with no particular emphasis, and then had the screen show Kranath's Vision, as he and Godhome remembered it, translating the Language. He waited, ready to give the Emperor the same emotional support he'd given Ch'kara if it were needed. It wasn't, quite, though Davis was shaken enough to stop recording again when it ended. "Good God, Steve!
Kranath's thoughts returned to the present as the ground in front of him opened and something like a large metal chamber rose, its door opening to admit him. Remembering the legend didn't mean he believed it. He stared at the open door for a moment, wishing he could turn and run, but his body was still being controlled.
He'd been too distracted to feel it then, but what he smelled through the opening now was enough to make his nostrils widen in appreciation. Yes, he'd eat! Kranath's attention centered on the table and the food it held: a thick, rich klevna stew, and some kind of amber drink he didn't recognize.
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