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Gwenlyn remained, listening with interest when the conversation began, and now and then saying something of no great importance. But her presence kept Bors from feeling altogether like a fool. Madame Porvis looked at him with languishing, sentimental eyes. Harms watched him accusingly. Their questions were trivial. Bors told about the landings on Tralee and on Garen.
But, if he hadn't trusted the information enough to check on it, why, the small space-fleet of Kandar would vanish in atomic flame when it tried to take off to fight. With it would vanish Bors, and his uncle, and the king and many resolute haters of Mekin. Gwenlyn said, "You're perfectly right, Captain." "What's that?" asked Bors, numbly. "It is stark-raving lunacy," said Gwenlyn pleasantly.
It amounts to shipwreck. How many of my men can you take off?" "We've lots of room!" said Gwenlyn. "My father kept most of the Talents with him. We're heading your way, Captain." "Very good," said Bors. "Thank you." He was grateful, but help from a woman from Gwenlyn! galled him. He heard her click off, and shivered. Presently the Sylva was alongside. The transfer of the Isis's crew began.
A few are willing to fight, but most are already trying to think how they can make terms with the Mekinese." Bors opened his mouth to swear, then checked himself. "Gwenlyn," said Morgan, "will pardon an expression of honest indignation. It's a dirty shame, eh?" "If I were a native of Kandar," said Bors bitterly, "I'd be even more ashamed than I am as a native of Tralee.
And our Talent for Detecting Lies, she was the one who knew you were in trouble, Gwenlyn tells me is very necessary. I was hampered by not having her while Gwenlyn was away. But she did a good job for you!" Bors shrugged. He did not like depending upon Talents. He still wasn't inclined toward acceptance of what he considered the occult. Now he said, "I'm duly grateful, but it's just as well.
The armored bands of overdrive-coil shielding were massive. The Sylva, in fact, looked more like a service ship than either a commercial vessel or a yacht. It was obviously unarmed, but it had the look of a craft that could go very nearly anywhere. "You'll find the Talents a bit odd," said Gwenlyn, as they drove up under the hull's wide bulge. "When they meet new people they like to show off.
Of course, handling them is my profession, though I have some plans for retirement. We'll see our Mathematics Talent in a minute or two. He knows it's expected that he'll be the most useful of all our Talents at the moment. He will make an entrance." Gwenlyn sat down. She regarded Bors with amusement. "I think the Captain's halfway unconvinced again, Father."
"When one of my Talents precognized that Gwenlyn was going to marry the heir of the Pretender of Tralee and be Queen of Tralee some day, why, it didn't seem a bit likely. But once I knew about that precognition, I put in a little effort...." King Humphrey was thoughtful. "Things look good," said Morgan expansively. "My Talents are precognizing all over the place.
It was irritating to realize that he expected Gwenlyn and her father to turn up, with their Talents, when absolutely nobody outside of the fleet could possibly imagine where the fleet had gone. On Kandar it must be assumed, by now, that it was dead. His ship's boat clanked into position in the lifeboat blister. The valves closed on it.
"Why not?" "I'm going to retire," said Morgan blandly. "But I want to do something first that I can gloat over later." "He wants," added Gwenlyn, "to repose in the satisfaction of his vanity." She laughed again at her father's expression. "Seriously, Captain, we wanted to give you the letter and to ask you not to be surprised if we turn up somewhere.
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