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But enough of these useless memories, Thark told himself sternly. What had happened could not be changed. He should join his passengers. He rose, giving his instrument panel an automatic scan as he rose. Urrr the proximity alarm! He'd forgotten to turn it on, a mistake he'd not have made but for Corina's defection.
Why does Senior Valla want you dead, youngling?" "I do not know," Corina lied, projecting more fright. "I mean . . . I have done nothing . . ." She let her voice trail off. "Urrr, there is no need to worry," the officer said, apparently trying to reassure her. "The executioner here is good. He will give you a swift death, and it will be one with honor; she has ordered you killed with darlas."
That sound any more promising?" "Urrr . . . yes, somewhat, though I have never heard of such an application of Talent." "Uh-huh, you said that." Medart leaned back against the treetrunk. "What you call Talent we call esper abilities, and if I remember right, one of those was healing. Emperor Chang?" "Yes, Ranger Medart?"
Just what can the Order do? Specifically, what is this Talent we hear stories about? I need facts, not rumors." "You mean the individual members?" "For a start, yes." "Urrr . . . telepathy, of course, and " "Reliable telepathy?" Sherman broke in skeptically. "That's never been proven." "Then I must do so, at least to your satisfaction." Corina turned to the Ranger.
"I must ask asylum," she said quietly. "If I leave the Palace . . . urrr. You know what will happen. Most in the Order will feel as he does." "But you say you're not a member of the Order," Dawson objected. "If you're not oath-bound, how can you betray them?" "They do not see it that way," Corina said. "They expect anyone with Talent to feel bound to the Order even before formal initiation.
"So what are you going to do with the ship in the meantime? Our Terra ETA is 0330 tomorrow. Chang's too big to land, and we'd be pretty conspicuous in orbit." "Urrr." Corina hadn't thought about that. "Does that system not have a band of debris? Between the fourth and fifth planets, I believe." Medart nodded. "The asteroid belt." "Then instead of going into orbit, we stay there.
"Come yourself, if you dare! Father Swythe will help me, and we'll duck you." "Urrr!" growled Bald, stamping with rage. Then: "Never mind, boys: let them stop together. Give him a Latin lesson, Father Swythe." "You stop a moment, all three of you," cried Alfred sharply. "You're not going away to leave Father Swythe like this. Go and fetch the big fir-pole that we laid across to begin the dam.
"You wouldn't talk? Why, you've got a tongue as long as a girl's. You not talk? Why, you'd be sure to burst out with something in plain English just when our lives were depending upon your silence." "Urrr!" growled the young fellow angrily. "Give me credit for a little more common-sense.
Otherwise you are fully ready for initiation, and I would like to see that take place as soon as possible." Corina shook her head slowly. "I do not feel ready to take on such responsibilities, Master. I have not had the psychological preparation of those who have attended Order schools." "Your feelings are understandable," Thark said sympathetically. "Urrr . . ." She hesitated.
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