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She would give him another five minutes; that should not strain him unduly, and then she would end the session. The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back in the grass, looking up at Medart's worried face. "Are you all right, Sir Corina?" he demanded. She struggled to sit up, dazed, and felt him supporting her. "Are you all right?" he asked again.
You're the best thing that's happened to me in years." "I'm flattered to hear that, Your Majesty." Almost as flattered as he was stunned by the unexpected greeting. Yasunon released his hands and reached into a compartment on his belt he was wearing a Ranger's uniform, with the Imperial Seal and pinned the star-in-circle badge to Medart's tunic, then repeated Perry's greeting.
"He's expecting you, sirs." The senior opened the door, and Perry, grinning, gestured Medart through first. He had seen the Emperor's picture any number of times, on everything from holo-news to currency, so the chubby, balding man was no surprise but His Majesty's obvious enthusiasm was. The Emperor came around his desk and grasped both of Medart's hands, smiling widely. "Ranger James Medart!
Corina swallowed an exclamation of awe, trying to remain calm, but she could feel Medart's gaze, and felt certain he knew how the ship affected her. The lander surged slightly as it was gripped by a tractor beam from one of the Chang's equatorial hangars. Nevan released the controls, allowing the beam operator to settle the lander to the deck while hangar doors closed behind them.
Kennard's injuries had been serious, but thanks to Medart's help not fatal, and Senior Physician Zanivar had said he'd be released later that week. The two stood and came to attention as the Emperor entered, followed by Crown Prince Forrest and a massive, gray-skinned Traiti in Marine service black. "As you were," Davis said, motioning the others to chairs and seating himself at his desk.
"I am glad you think so. Are there other questions?" When there were none, she dismissed the meeting, and the two Rangers returned to Sherwood Forest to continue Medart's training. Corina began to think she must have an allergy after all, because she sneezed several times as soon as they entered the park, but she refused Medart's suggestion that they find a different location.
The Palace Guard opened the door to Medart's office and stood aside to let the Sandeman pass. Medart rose to greet his visitor, then gestured him to a chair and sat back down as Nevan took the seat. "Your note said you'd like to see me about a personal matter, to be discussed under warrior privacy. What's the problem?"
Not attractive at all to Medart's way of thinking then but the big male was hurt and in obvious pain; he'd knelt, intending to help, only to be torn almost in two by the Traiti's claws and teeth. And, he found out when he was allowed to regain consciousness after that week of immersion in rapid-heal, it had been for nothing.
Corina's first reaction was to wonder about Medart's mental stability. He couldn't possibly be serious! No, from the look on his face, he was serious. "I cannot," she protested, shaking her head. "Hold it," Medart interrupted mildly. "You said you'd think about it before you answered. I'm keeping you to that." "Urr . . . all right." Corina nodded reluctantly. The past was past; she had to go on.
The shuttle, at Medart's instructions, took them to Mess Three. "With Sunbeam assigned to you, she's probably staying on the day-shift schedule, so she'd be going to eat about now. She should be able to keep our minds off anything too serious, as long as we don't start talking shop." "Do you eat there often?" Corina asked, glad of the change of subject. "Fairly often," Medart replied.
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