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Chaos, I don't think they'd even know to avoid something as simple as a trapper vine!" "This is no holo show," Tarlac cautioned him. "If they do find us, we've bought it." "I know but Mom was a Marine for thirty years and never even saw a live Ranger. I go on a camping trip, and end up helping one, against a bunch of rebels!"
Within seconds Tarlac and Daria were surrounded by well-wishers, being congratulated with obvious sincerity. There was no doubt in the Ranger's mind of that, as he found himself grinning like an idiot, accepting the compliments and feeling as pleased with himself as any Traiti male. A clan-sized family had built-in safeguards against his swelling head, though.
Guards had surrounded Emperor Davis at the first sign of trouble, and he motioned them back so he could look down at the scene: Hovan kneeling over Tarlac's bloody form as medics moved in, the Supreme shielding the First Speaker with his body, the courtiers milling around in confusion. Yes, events were working out as Tarlac had predicted. He seated himself again and called, "Cor'naya Hovan."
You're free to tell the prisoners anything you think appropriate about what you've seen here, though I doubt you'll find much belief if you mention my death and return." Jason shook his head. "I'm not sure I believe that myself, sir, and I was here. I'll just say you passed the Ordeal and we're going to Terra." Tarlac smiled. "Good. That should satisfy them." He turned to the Supreme.
He was regarded, he thought, as they would regard a youngling who called himself a fighter to impress his elders: with amused tolerance. And that, Tarlac admitted to Hovan later, was very probably why he accepted when, three days out of Homeworld, a Fire Control operator named Valkan challenged him.
After some thought, Hovan added, "I probably would not believe it from someone not of Ch'kara; I know I would not wish to believe it. But finding that I share such a tie with you, Steve, does not distress me." Tarlac managed a faint grin. "That's a help, and I appreciate it. Do you think all of Ch'kara" all of the Traiti? "would feel like that? Because I am going to have to tell them.
"The fever'll get worse," Dave said reluctantly. "Bad enough to make you delirious. They you'll go into a coma, and if you don't get first-class medical attention, you'll die." "I've heard better news," Tarlac admitted. "Just what can you do about it?" "Not much, I'm afraid," Dave said.
But if you have to think someone's lying, don't think it of Hovan. He's only telling you what I told him." Hovan turned to him, at last understanding some part of a Ranger's formidability. "Ruhar, you need not " "Yes, I do," Tarlac interrupted. "I'm still a Ranger, until the Emperor relieves me of duty. We've got our own standards, and they include taking responsibility for whatever we do or say."
He did wonder again why she had thought a human would be suitable, but she had left him no choice if he found the man worthy; to disobey her was unthinkable. Apparently either his scrutiny or the wake-light had become too intense. Steve was beginning to stir, his eyes opening as he rolled over. It was the light that had awakened Tarlac, to see Hovan smiling at him. He smiled back.
He paused, looking around with an expression Tarlac had never seen on his face, almost a defiant challenge. "And you have given him no chance to tell you what must be told. He was granted Kranath's Vision last night, and has made his Decision about the information it showed him. Only one part remains in his Ordeal."
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