TKC 270
Raising my hand, I move to stand beside my sister. Taking
her hand into mine, I draw her closer.
Damin blinks at us and scrubs fingers through his hair. “I
do not know all of it, I suspect, but your father agreed to travel this far
only upon swearing all who knew of his presence to secrecy. After all, Makaran
is leaderless right now.”
“Who does know?” Iniri whispers.
“Moravin, and he is aboard also. Moravin’s son, now
dead. And Lorn Makar.”
I almost spit my disgust. “While his son waits prettily back
home entirely innocent.”
Damin nods.
I shift to face Iniri. “You and Damin must take the Spire. I
will find Father.”
She is about to remonstrate, but then she sighs and takes my
face into her hands. Kissing me on both cheeks, she murmurs, “Call for me when
you have him safe.”
Taking her into my arms, I whisper in her ear, “It will be a
bloodbath. Be ready for that.” I feel her nod against my chest before we move
apart. “Gather what you need,” I tell everyone. “When that shuttle lands, get
aboard, and good hunting. Iniri, banish the shield; we have work to do.”
Smiling wryly, she waves and swiftly other sounds intrude.
Soldiers murmuring and cleaning weapons. Boot steps. And, somewhere above the
camouflage, birdsong.
“I want to go with you,” Mirlin states.
About to head off to collar Gennerin, I pause. “Why?’
“I can see in the dark,” Mirlin states. “More than that; I
can see through doors. You need me.”
“That may answer my ‘why’, but does not explain yours.”
Mirlin shrugs. “It will have to do … and I see it does not.
Fine, this then; you trust Damin because you know who he was before. Trust me
for a similar reason, for once I stood at your back, Lord Makar.”
“And always called me ‘prince’,” I blurt in a rush as enlightenment
comes.
Mirlin laughs. “Indeed.” He moves then to me, takes my arm
and marches us away. “We need a flyer, not a clumsy shuttle, and I know just
where to get one.”
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