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To her surprise he grinned at her, raising his hands. "I'd call that conclusive advantage, Sir Corina," he said. "With abilities and reflexes like that, you should've been born Sandeman I'm Lieutenant Nevan DarLeras. Welcome aboard." Corina replaced the soul-blade at her belt and stepped back, returning his courtesy with a bow.
In which case, it was possible DarLowrie had obtained more information than Owajima had intended including that the information had been set up for him to find. And where had DarLowrie learned such a skill? Not on any of the Sandeman worlds, which weren't given to such subtleties.
Her thakur had ordered her to die, in humiliation and agony, even as he had said she had done nothing to deserve such a death. Then he had told her to do whatever a Sandeman 'na would do under the same circumstances. And she had absorbed enough of their ways to think that a proper response except that, as far as she knew, similar circumstances had never arisen.
On the other hand, there was no way he'd care to face a battleprepped Sandeman warrior himself, in anything less than shielded power armor . . . "Not to mention which, it's both easier and safer to be direct, especially with warriors. Like them, for instance." "They much like us are," Hovan said, smiling again. "If you do peace bring, I think we and they will good friends become."
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?"
Thank all the gods, Sandeman duels were to disablement or conclusive advantage; he didn't think he'd be capable of killing or trying to kill a man he knew as one of the Empire's best defenders. "This one is Nevan only," Ryan agreed. "His face shows he has never sworn personal fealty or won the right to use his thakur's name.
Sir John Hay Kinnear and Tom Allan were my only acquaintances of the party; the rest seemed shrewd capable men. I particularly remarked a Mr. Sandeman with as intellectual a head as I ever witnessed. March 2. A day of hard work with little interruption, and completed volume second. I am not much pleased with it. It wants what I desire it to have, and that is passion. The two Ballantynes and Mr.
The Sandeman had filed a flight plan for Olathe, where Owajima had spent some time and built up a respectable net; that seemed most promising. It was unfortunate, Owajima thought, that he was unable to investigate DarLowrie himself; that would have to wait until he was finished with the final touches on his present case, a matter of a day or two. Still, he could begin making preparations.
In the meantime, I will have your ship brought aboard our cruiser release your controls to our operators." Medart did so, nodded. "You have control." The Sandeman disappeared, his place taken by a view of space. A ship-image was growing, and Medart's sensors told him it was a big one not quite as large as an IBC, but close.
With one of them, however, if a problem is soluble, it will be solved." "And solved, as you say, to the Empire's benefit," Thark said. "But you give Medart credit for ending the Sandeman Incursion; I understood it took five Rangers." Kainor's ears twitched in amusement.
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