TKC 285
As the swift vessel races through atmosphere, I grip
Leffandir by the neck and hiss into her face, “We are going where we will find
Enris. Tell the pilot to obey my commands.”
The woman blinks and then gives the smallest nod.
I release her.
“Captain, we are under the command of Lady Makar,” Leffandir
states in a firm voice.
The man jerks back to stare at me and then at Leffandir. He may
never have seen his Empress before, but he knows her intrinsically. The recognition
is inbred. “Empress?”
“Do as I say,” she snaps.
Swallowing, he faces forward. A flyer is for single combat
and thus he is alone; he proceeds to punch codes and then asks, “Where are we
going?”
“The Ilfin command carrier.”
Again he glances over his shoulder, paling, and then his
shoulders stiffen and he continues his input. “Strap in.” He does not again
move other than to fly the vessel.
We take seats. There are only four, tightly fit into a small
space. While this craft is for single combat, it is also employed to ferry
others to destinations in a hurry. Sometimes that can be a mission expert or it
may be a dignitary needing to be somewhere without delay.
Damin is beside me, while Leffandir sits as frozen in the
seat before me. I stare at her golden hair. She isn’t much of an Empress now in
her earthly guise; she is dirty and appears without purpose. However, this is the Glonu ruler and one must never
underestimate her.
Suddenly she looks back at me. “I believe I must thank your
dog for returning to me my real form.”
“For Enris?”
A swift smile erupts. “Indeed.” She faces forward again.
Damin murmurs, “That will be an interesting meeting.”
Indeed.
“The Ilfin are evacuating the planet,” the pilot states
then, his tone expressionless.
I smile. Gennerin followed orders. It is time for the
endgame.
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