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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Lieutenant Hovan spoke to his Clan Mother at my request, and got her consent. Thark's exile will be on Norvis, guarded and taken care of by Clan Ch'kara. That way he's visibly punished, in a way that demonstrates the Empire's trust in our newest citizens." "An elegant solution," Corina agreed. She turned to Hovan, gave him a polite seated bow.
The two companions of the man who lay now beside the door of the cell that had been Tars Tarkas' had just started to ascend the runway as the Thark came in view. "Why so long, Tan Gama?" cried one of the men. "I had trouble with a lock," replied Tars Tarkas. "And now I find that I have left my short-sword in the Thark's cell. Go you on, I'll return and fetch it."
That, however, involves probing many who lack Talent." "And I know how you feel about that. But you can't be absolutely sure you've guessed Thark's timing right, can you?" Corina shook her head. "No, I cannot. You are correct, the necessity for speed is more important than my reluctance. Very well, but go no deeper than you must to determine location." "Right."
"Then assuming even half as many humans in this picked group; the true number, from Thark's experience, is far less as Irschchans are at all Talented, an assumption he would not credit, we can expect to find at most ten, in addition to the ones we already have. Fewer would not surprise me." "Nine.
Most rebels are greedy, out for nothing but power according to her, Thark's convinced the Order can rule better than we poor unTalented can, so it's his duty to take over. Naturally, I don't agree." Hobison snorted. "Good intentions don't make up for treason. What's next?" "That depends on what we learn from Losinj," Medart replied. "At the moment, I just don't know enough to make realistic plans.
She moved forward, between it and one of the swirling-silver columns that flanked it. The scene below her was sickening. Bodies scattered around were bad enough, but there was worse: Thark's calm, merciless beating of the helpless Kennard, while Valla and Kainor looked on in apparent approval.
"That is difficult to say, sir, though probably less than a quarter. Those raised in Order schools are almost certain to share Thark's convictions, and therefore to have taken part. I simply hope there are enough to form a new government; I would prefer not to have to bring in unTalented, who would not be accepted because of it."
There was no time to be neat; the Sanctioners used blasters, the Seniors darlas and soul-blades. Thark's fur was splattered with blood by the time he reached the Ranger. Menshikov's gun was coming to bear on him even as Thark used darlas to attack. A Ranger deserved that much of honor, to die with @'s body unmarked. But Menshikov was shielded, impossible as that was!
She was not particularly optimistic about making it safely to the Planetary Palace and the Imperial authorities. Thark's home was ten kilometers north of the capital city, MacLeod's Landing. It would be a long, time-consuming walk, but what choice did she have?
To her astonishment, her blast penetrated Thark's shield and it was she who had to pull back to prevent injury. Thark held up both hands. "Enough. You have done even better than I expected, which was to become my successor when I chose to retire. You have become stronger than I, which makes you High Adept by default.
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