Part 8 (1/2)
”You cover many things at once,” Corina said with amus.e.m.e.nt. ”No, I cannot talk about it, but no, they do not hurt. The burn just singed my fur a little. It looks bad, but it is not a problem; I need no medical attention.”
Sunbeam frowned briefly. ”Whatever's going on must be big! But okay, I know about security. If you're sure you're all right, and there's nothing else, what say we go eat? You could have a meal right here, of course,” she indicated the service panel, ”but it's more fun to eat with others. I usually go to Mess Three; the food's the same everywhere, but Three's where junior officers mostly eat, Ensigns and Lieutenants, and it's usually lively. Want to?”
”You are the guide,” Corina said, wondering how, if she always talked this much, Sunbeam managed to eat. Apparently she didn't manage much; she was quite slender.
Medart did some serious thinking about the young Irschchan while he waited in the briefing room for Hobison. Like most Rangers, he'd learned to follow his occasional hunches, and one had hit him on the way up to the Chang. Corina Losinj was important, both to the Empire and--on a very personal basis--to a certain James Medart. His hunches were seldom specific, so he didn't have any idea how or why she was important, but he was certain she was. That was part of the reason he'd called her his special a.s.sistant, and had her a.s.signed quarters near his own.
He looked up as Hobison entered. ”Everything set, Dave?”
”Yes, sir,” Hobison replied. ”And I had Communications call the Palace, your personal code. We should be getting a reply any time, and it'll be patched through to here.”
”Thanks.” Medart was appreciative, though he hadn't expected any less from the man who'd captained his s.h.i.+p for the past twenty years. ”This is something I'm not looking forward to telling His Majesty.”
The briefing room screen flickered blue, then cleared to show a lean, gray-haired man wearing a Ranger's uniform with the Imperial Seal in place of the badge. Both men on the Chang stood and saluted.
Emperor Charles Davis returned the salute. ”What is it, Jim? You wouldn't be back on duty if it weren't critical.”
”Rebellion, sir.” Medart reported all he had learned, both from the probe of Entos and from Corina, watching the Emperor's expression become grim. And he reported his hunch.
Davis nodded. ”Follow it up. Learn all you can about their Talent, too. The White Order's never given us any trouble before, so they were ent.i.tled to their privacy, but that's over now. We can't afford to keep depending on stories and rumors.”
”She's agreed to give any help she can, sir, as I said, and that includes briefing me on Talent.”
”Good. I'll alert the n.o.bility, have them take extra precautions since they're bound to be targets. You're on-scene; do you think I should have a fleet cordon off Irschcha itself?”
”No, sir,” Medart replied. ”Thark's smart, we know that. If he and his people haven't left the planet already, they'll d.a.m.nsure be gone by the time a cordon fleet could get here.”
”All right. But I will have Earl Suitland take over planetary administration, and I'll send some extra troops to stand by in case she needs them.” Davis scowled. ”This isn't going to look good, especially to the Traiti. I promised them they'd keep their own government so they could stop fighting and join the Empire, and the White Order ruling Irschcha was one of the convincers. Only their Lords know how they'll react to this--they've only been part of the Empire for six weeks.”
”It's touchy, all right,” Medart agreed. ”Having to take over one of the only two non-human governments--they may see it as evidence we don't really consider non-humans as equals.”
”We'll have to convince them otherwise.” Davis paused briefly. ”Jim, do you think your hunch that Ms. Losinj is important could mean she's Ranger material?”
”No way to know yet, sir. She's got the loyalty, she's proven that, and she certainly acts intelligent enough, but I'll have to find out about the rest. Check her records, talk to her, see how she thinks-- maybe give her the pre-Academy tests. I haven't noticed anything negative so far, but I haven't seen much of her, either.”
”I know. Just keep me informed; we need a non-human Ranger. But even if she doesn't qualify, I think she deserves a t.i.tle for having the courage and loyalty to warn us.”
”Agreed, sir. A Life n.o.bility?”
Davis smiled slightly. ”She deserves it, but I'm going to reserve that pleasure for myself--here at the Palace, in a full Grand Audience.
Give her a knighthood for now.”
”Yes, sir. I'll hold a Tribunal tomorrow morning.”
”That's it, then. I've got to get moving on this mess. Out.” The Emperor's image flickered blue, then disappeared.
Hobison gave the Ranger a long, silent look before he spoke.
”Rebellion, hmm? From the timing, I'd say this Thark's just been waiting for the war to end. That doesn't strike me as typical behavior for a rebel.”