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"Clennie!" Robert shouted joyfully. When he saw the mounted figures come around a bend in the trail he nearly dropped his end of the missile he and a chim were carrying out of the caves.
"Hey! Watchit with that thing, you . . . captain." One of Prathachulthorn's Marine corporals corrected himself at the last second. In recent weeks they had begun treating Robert with more respect-he'd been earning it-but on occasion the noncoms still showed their fundamental contempt for anyone non-Corps.small flag stickers
Another chim worker hurried up and easily lifted the nose cone out of Robert's grasp, looking disgusted that a human should even try lifting things.
Robert ignored both insults. He ran to the trailhead just as the band of travelers arrived and caught the halter of Athaclena's horse. His other hand reached out for her.small flag stickers
"Clennie, I'm glad you ..." His voice faltered for an instant. Even as she squeezed his hand he blinked and tried to cover up his discomfiture. ". . . urn, I'm glad you could come."
Athaclena's smile was unlike any he remembered her ever wearing before, and there was sadness in her aura that he had never kenned.
"Of course I came, Robert." She smiled. "Could you ever doubt I would?"
He helped her dismount. Underneath her superficial air of control he could feel her tremble. Love, you have gone through changes. As if she sensed his thought, she reached up and touched the side of his face. "There are a few ideas shared by both Galactic society and yours, Robert. In both, sages have spoken of life as being something like a wheel."
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"Yes." Her eyes glittered. "It turns. It moves forward. And yet it remains the same."
With a sense of relief he felt her again. Underneath the changes she was still Athaclena. "I missed you," he said.
"And I, you." She smiled. "Now tell me about this major and his plans."
Robert paced the floor of the tiny storage chamber, stacked to the overhead stalactites with supplies. "I can argue with him. I can try persuasion. Hell, he doesn't even mind if I yell at him, so long as it's in private, and so long as after all the debate is over I still leap two meters when he says 'Jump.' " Robert shook his head. "But I can't actively obstruct him, Clennie. Don't ask me to break my oath."
Robert obviously felt caught between conflicting loyalties. Athaclena could sense his tension.
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Of course she had tried, over dinner that very evening. Prathachulthorn had listened courteously to her careful explanation of the possible consequences of attacking the Gubru ceremonial site. His expression had been indulgent. But when she had finished, he only asked one question. Would the assault be considered one against the Earthlings' legitimate enemy, or against the Uplift Institute itself.
"After the delegation from the Institute arrives, the site becomes their property," she had said. "An attack then would be catastrophic for humanity."
"But before then?" he had asked archly.
Athaclena had shaken her head irritably. "Until then the Gubru still own the site. But it's not a military site! It was built for what might be called holy purposes. The propriety of the act, without handling it just right ..."
It had gone on for some time, until it became clear that all argument would be useless. Prathachulthorn promised to take her opinions into account, ending the matter. They all knew what the Marine officer thought of taking advice from "E.T. children."
"We'll send a message to Megan," Robert suggested.
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He scowled, confirming her guess. Of course it violated all protocol to go over Prathachulthorn's head. At minimum it would seem like a spoiled boy crying to mama. It might even be a court-martial offense.
That he had done so proved that it wasn't out of fear for himself that Robert was reticent about directly opposing his commander, but out of loyalty to his sworn oath.
Indeed, he was right. Athaclena respected his honor.
But I am not ruled by the same duty, she thought. Fiben, who had been silent so far, met her gaze. He rolled his eyes expressively. About Robert they were in complete agreement.
"I already suggested to th' major that knocking out the ceremonial site might actually be doin' the enemy a favor. After all, they built it to use it on Garthlings. Whatever their scheme with us chims, it's probably a last ditch effort to make up some of their losses. But what if th' site is insured? We blow it up, they blame us and collect?"
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He stopped as they heard footsteps on the cool stone outside. "Knock knock!" A feminine voice said from beyond the curtain. "May I come in?"
"Please do, Lieutenant McCue," Athaclena said. "We were nearly finished anyway." The dusky-skinned human woman entered and sat on one of the crates next to Robert. He gave her a faint smile but soon was staring down at his hands again. The muscles in his arms rippled and tensed as his fists clenched and unclenched.
Athaclena felt a twinge when McCue placed her hand on Robert's knee and spoke to him. "His nibs wants another battle-planning conference before we all turn in." She turned to look at Athaclena and smiled. Her head inclined. "You're welcome to attend should you wish. You're our respected guest, Athaclena."
Athaclena recalled when she had been the mistress of these caverns and had commanded an army. I must not let that influence me, she reminded herself. All that mattered now was to see that these creatures harmed themselves as little as possible in the coming days.
And, if at all possible, she was dedicated to furthering a certain jest. One that she, herself, still barely understood, but had recently come to appreciate.
"No, thank you, lieutenant. I think that I shall go say hello to a few of my chim friends and then retire. It was a long several days' ride."
Robert glanced back at her as he left with his human lover. Over his head a metasmall flag stickersphorical cloud seemed to hover, flickering with lightning strokes. I did not know you could do that with glyphs, Athaclena wondered. Every day, it seemed, one learned something new.
Fiben's loose, unhinged grin was a boost as he followed the humans. Did she catch a sense of something from him? A conspiratorial wink?
When they were gone, Athaclena started rummaging through her kit. I am not bound by their duty, she reminded herself. Or by their laws.
The caves could get quite dark, especially when one extinguished the solitary glow bulb that illuminated an entire stretch of the hallway. Down here eyesight was not an advantage, but a Tymbrimi corona gave quite an edge.
Athaclena Grafted a small squadron of simple but special glyphs. The first one had the sole purpose of darting ahead of her and to the sides, scouting out a path through the blackness. Since cold, hard matter was searing to that which was not, it was easy to tell where the walls and obstacles lay. The little wisp of nothing avoided them adroitly.
Another glyph spun overhead, reaching forth to make certain that no one was aware of an intruder in these lower levels. There were no chims sleeping in this stretch of hallway, which had been set aside for human officers.
Lydia and Robert were out on patrol. That left only one aura beside hers in this part of the cave. Athaclena stepped toward it carefully.small flag stickers
The third glyph silently gathered strength, awaiting its turn.
Slowly, silently, she padded over the packed dung of a thousand generations of flying insectivore creatures who had dwelt here until being ousted by Earthlings and their noise. She breathed evenly, counting in the silent human fashion to help maintain the discipline of her thoughts.
Keeping three watchful glyphs up at once was something she'd not have attempted only a few days ago. Now it seemed easy, natural, as if she had done it hundreds of times.
She had ripped this and so many other skills away from Uthacalthing, using a technique seldom spoken of among the Tymbrimi, and even less often tried.
Turning jungle fighter, trysting with a human, and now this. Oh, my classmates would be amazed.
She wondered if her father retained any of the craft she had so rudely taken from him.
Father, you and mother arranged this long ago. Yo" prepared me without my even knowing it. Did you already know, even then, that it would be necessary someday?
Sadly, she suspected she had taken away more than Uthacalthing could afford to spare. And yet, it is not enough. There were huge gaps. In her heart she felt certain that this thing encompassing worlds and species could not reach its conclusion without her father himself.
The scout glyph hovered before a hanging strip of cloth. Athaclena approached, unable to see the covering, even after she touched .it with her fingertips. The scout unsmall flag stickersraveled and melted back into the waving tendrils of her corona.