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Updated: May 12, 2025
"The closest I can come would be to call it a sort of darlas in reverse, but that is almost pathetically inadequate." Medart could feel her puzzlement changing to amusement, echoed it with some of his own when she sent, *And Thark believes humans are unTalented! Undeveloped and untrained, most certainly, but hardly unTalented.
Fierce green warriors from the ocher sea bottoms of outer Mars had ridden their wild thoats across the sacred gardens of the Temple of Issus, and Tars Tarkas, Jeddak of Thark, fiercest of them all, had sat upon the throne of Issus and ruled the First Born while the allies were deciding the conquered nation's fate.
He seemed to understand me fully, and when I pointed back in the direction of Thark he turned sorrowfully away, nor could I bear to watch him go; but resolutely set my face toward Zodanga and with a touch of heartsickness approached her frowning walls. The letter I bore from them gained me immediate entrance to the vast, walled city.
The fact that a powerful Imperial officer has become aware of the Crusade means their forces will be mobilizing. We must act before they can be fully alerted and deployed. Even led by Rangers, that will take them a certain amount of time which we can put to good use." Thark agreed. "Speed is certainly essential.
Once we are aboard the lander, however, I will attempt to read Thark; his shield will have to be down for him to work, and he may be distracted enough not to notice so light a touch.* *If it's down, can't you hit him with darlas? You don't need to be in sight of him, from what you said.* *I do not need to be in sight of someone without a shield,* she returned. *That is all I am sure of.
A little to one side stood Thuvia, the Thark, and I. The tide of battle had not reached us, but the fighters from time to time swung close enough that we might distinctly note them. The black pirates interested me immensely. I had heard vague rumours, little more than legends they were, during my former life on Mars; but never had I seen them, nor talked with one who had.
*If his maneuvers do not become too violent.* Corina re-established contact, to find Thark studying the youngest of the Rangers she was the newest, but almost four standard years older than he Ray Kennard. Medium height and build, he was a fair-skinned redhead who might have been handsome but for his injuries.
If you wish, I will give them your soul-blade." "I am not yet dead," Corina said, caressing the dagger's hilt. She turned and left. "No," Thark said softly, watching her leave. "Not yet." As soon as she was out of sight, he mindcalled his lieutenant. *Valla? I have a job for you.* *Yes?* came the calm reply. *Corina Losinj must be eliminated.
Thark agreed, somberly. "I know. Yet we cannot stop now. We have gone too far to fail." Movement at the Throne Room's great door attracted his attention. It was Underofficer Jamar and another of his Sanctioners, half carrying and half dragging a bound and bleeding prisoner toward him. Thark purred briefly, pleased.
"Again, there is nothing truly unusual. I moved to MacLeod's Landing when my Talent was discovered, to make my studies under Thark possible. The Order, as is customary, was supporting me until my initiation, as well as providing tuition for my advanced schooling. I remain grateful for that, despite what I now know of them. My parents and I get along well enough, though we are not close.
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