Part 54 (1/2)
Conley grinned. ”Since it worked out, no--I might even get a commendation. If it hadn't, well . . . but I had a hunch I could trust you.”
”I'm the last one to argue against following hunches,” Cortin said, ”but I should point out that doing so can sometimes get you in trouble.”
”I know, sir. Uh . . . your King called you 'Protector'. What's that?”
Cortin studied her guest. ”I'm not sure I ought to go into that particular subject, Miss Conley. It's a religious t.i.tle, and since it was our beliefs that caused our Founders to flee the Empire, I think it wise to avoid religious discussion as much as possible.”
”Yes, sir--though it may relieve you to know that religion's not a very big deal in the Empire, most places, and the Empire itself is strictly neutral.” She paused. ”I'm sorry, Colonel, but I have a bit of a personal problem. Is there a 'fresher anywhere around?”
”A what?”
”A 'fresher. Let me think--restroom? Bathroom?”
”That we have, yes,” Cortin said with a chuckle. ”We call them bathrooms. Sis, would you show Miss Conley the nearest one, then her guest room?”
”Gladly.” Chang put her arm around the Imperial, smiling. ”This way, Miss Conley--may I use your first name?”
”Please--it's Gwen.”
The two had barely gone out a side door when Odeon led the rest of the team and their former prisoners through the main entrance. Since they were guests now, Cortin gave them a courteous bow before asking, ”How much did you tell them, Mike?”
”Only that they're free; I thought you'd want to tell them the rest.”
”Where's Conley?” DeLayne asked, his voice concerned. ”Is she all right?”
”She's fine,” Cortin a.s.sured him. ”She asked for a bathroom, then Lieutenant Chang's taking her for a brief tour. They should be back in a few minutes. It's thanks to Miss Conley's cooperation that you're free and Ranger Medart will soon be on his way to the Kingdom Systems.”
”Huh?” DeLayne, Cortin thought, looked like he'd been hit with a sledge-hammer.
”You heard me correctly,” Cortin said. She explained briefly, amused by the changes in his expression from disbelief to comprehension, then to determination.
”For someone who's afraid of the Empire,” he said when she was done, ”you're making one h.e.l.l of an effort to bring it in. If you'd like some help, I'll ask for a temporary a.s.signment here when I report we've been released.”
Cortin considered that briefly, then nodded. ”Any preliminary groundwork we can lay should help reduce transitional problems. Thank you for your offer, Captain.” She paused, then said, ”The troopers who brought you in mentioned you were the first group. How many of you are there in all?”
”Four hundred ninety-eight. Except for me, they decided to bring you a random sample; the only Navy s.h.i.+p cla.s.s that has this small a crew is a courier.”
”I can't offer all of you rooms here, then. Is your s.h.i.+p small enough to fit on a ten-acre estate?”
”Yes--equatorial diameter's two hundred meters--but since you can't have a dock, we'd leave a rather large hole. Just how big depends on how solid the ground is.”
”Fairly solid, and if the Kingdoms survive this, filling a hole will be no problem. As soon as King Mark makes his announcement, then, it might be a good idea to bring your s.h.i.+p here.”
”Agreed, Excellency. My Marines can supplement your troops if you think there's a chance of attack, that way.”
”Very little,” Cortin said. ”Being prepared is never a bad idea, though.” She turned to Odeon. ”Mike, would you call Brad, brief him, and ask him for the loan of any Strike Force troops not on anti-Brotherhood operations?” She grimaced. ”Not that I like asking them to camp out this time of year!”
Odeon grinned. ”Be glad to, Joanie--and I don't think they'll mind, for you.” He went to the phone to call Colonel David Bradford, Commander and Bishop of the St. Thomas RES Strike Force.
DeLayne shook his head. ”I don't know what you've been taught about us, but it must've been fierce. And you're on our side!”