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Updated: May 13, 2025
The warrior Leigh had lived at the proper time, and Wylie had been clan-chief then. Those were indicators that it was, but he'd like more. "May I see your saber?" he asked, using High War Speech. "Yes," Medart said in the same language, handing it over. "I've added the improved power pack, but otherwise it's the same one I was given."
"I'm going for a swim." A blond head looked around the edge of the lander's open hatch. "Right, sir. I just got my suit on; I'll play lifeguard." "Whatever you say, Nevan." Medart sketched a salute, grinning at the young Sandeman warrior who was one of his bodyguard. Then he turned, taking a running dive into the Colvis Reserve's main attraction for humans, Clear Lake.
How did you manage to convince her?" "I didn't, sir, at least not in any conventional way. We had a training accident." Medart briefly described the pattern rapport and memory exchange, then went on, "I'm putting her in charge of this mission and going on backup." "Right," the Emperor said. "That's what I'd do; Thark's her problem anyway. I'll pass on the good news to Rick and the others."
The woman standing in front of the again-closed door was neither, and Medart couldn't help staring at her in shock. Outside the Palace Complex no ordinary Imperial citizen, and very few nobles or officers, could reasonably expect to see one of these people in the flesh. He tried to regain control, but when the woman said, "Cadet Medart?" all he could manage was a nod. The woman smiled.
She glanced around, saw several off-duty crewmembers strolling around, either singly or in pairs. "If you are certain we will not be disturbed, that is." "I'm sure," Medart said with a chuckle. He sat cross-legged, his back against the treetrunk. Corina also sat, facing him. "You had best practice defense first," she said.
Most are able to conjure their way out of custody, even denied the materials an Imperial magician would find necessary." Medart chuckled. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me. Do you have anything like a mindprobe, so I can give you everything I know in a hurry?" "Not yet," Chavvorth said regretfully.
"I don't like the idea of running," the Emperor said, "but I can't deny it's the logical thing to do. Ranger Medart?" Medart asked Corina. "I am positive," she said. "He will not risk failure by using less than the best against his most important target." Medart nodded, then returned his attention to the screen. "In that case, I'd say to follow her recommendation, sir.
*Not immediately, no,* Corina replied, puzzled. *As I said earlier, it should be the other way around. Let me think about it, please.* *Okay.* Medart continued aloud, to both. "Well, why not go eat? Then give her the grand tour, Sunbeam, anything she wants to see. Just have her at Briefing Room One by 1600." "Yes, sir." Lunch was good, and the tour was interesting, if tiring.
"All right, I'm ready." Ryan nodded, then concentrated on Medart again, increasing his spell's pressure against those defenses. As he'd predicted, the Prince convulsed almost immediately, the restraints the only things that kept him from breaking bones. At last, though, his defenses collapsed and Ryan released the pressure, maintaining only the truth-compulsion.
She wondered what she could have done to arouse the man's hostility; after all, she had barely met him. "Give him a few minutes to get them together," Medart said, "then we can meet them in the gym. Do you really think you can defeat five top SecuDiv Marines?" "I do not know," Corina replied quietly.
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