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Updated: June 19, 2025
"I believe I know what." "Probably, as well as you know me." Tarlac felt warmth for his ruhar. "If I die before I can tell this the way I should, I'd like you to do it for me. You're Cor'naya, and respected even by other n'Cor'naya."
Hovan told himself ruefully that he shouldn't have entertained even the small doubts he'd had of Ka'ruchaya Yarra's wisdom. It had seemed impossible that an alien could truly be a ruhar, and Steve was undoubtedly an alien, even though he wasn't frightened, as so many humans seemed to be, by the sheer size of beings so alien to them. Yet the clan-feeling was definitely there how had Yarra guessed?
It wasn't long before one of Ch'kara's cream-and-green cars, also headed for town, dropped to hover at shoulder level beside him. The driver, whose name he couldn't remember, opened a window and stuck his head out. "Steve, ruhar!" "Yeah, I made it!" "I will call ahead. Cor'naya Hovan said to expect you." Tarlac hadn't known the vehicles were equipped with comsets, but it wasn't too surprising.
Ka'ruchaya Yarra, in her wisdom, chose to offer it, and I am glad." "So'm I. And it may mean I do have a chance of finishing." Tarlac grinned, unable to suppress a short-lived surge of hope. He'd been prepared to die to bring peace; just the thought of living to enjoy it, as Hovan was confident he would, was enough to make him reach out and take Daria's hand even as it faded. "Thanks, ruhar.
"I'll give them the information they need to choose intelligently, but I won't tell them what to do." Tarlac sensed approval, and this time knew where it came from; he smiled. "Thanks." "None necessary, Ruhar," Sepol said. "We are merely pleased that you grasp the necessities, even before your full maturity. Go on."
"What time is it?" "Midday, twelve and a half hours by your timepiece." Tarlac groaned again, forcing his eyes open. "You do this to everybody you adopt?" "No, ruhar. You a bad reaction had, an allergy, Doctor Channath says. You should soon better feel." "Uhh. That'll teach me to drink Traiti liquor."
For now, that was terribly limited, yet he would do what he could. He moved to sit close to the human, not touching him in this out-clan place, and spoke softly. "Ruhar" the intonation meant "brother/friend" "there no dishonor in fear, or in failure of the Ordeal, is. And I certain am that you will not fail. You Ch'kara have, whatever in this happens."
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?"
"Thanks, ruhar." "My honor," the other replied, turning his attention to the control panel. Less than half a kilometer later, a dozen more Ch'kara cars had come to escort him, holding at shoulder height like the first and moving at his walking speed. He hadn't expected that, and couldn't think why not. Of course his family would come to meet him, to join him for his successful return home.
"If you are ready, Brother, we should begin." Brother, not ruhar. Tarlac smiled at that human touch. "Yeah. Let's not waste time." Then he remembered. "Hey, what about Jim? The Empire can't afford to lose two Rangers at once now less than ever." "No," Kranath agreed. "He is still in critical condition, but Ranger Medart will recover fully." "Thank God!" Tarlac exclaimed reflexively.
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