Something new?
Clan.
Siraâs type of thinking. Contagious, heady stuff. Barac gave himself an inner shake. It was all too much for a simple scout. He couldnât change anything.
You just did,
Ruti sent, her attention drawn by his troubled thoughts. He felt her
smile.
Barac stiffened.
What do you mean?
Yourself. Us. How our family will be. I
see
the future you do, beloved, and I want it, too. We all do.
A tender
warmth.
Daunting, her faith in him.
I donât suppose you can tell me how?
You already know.
His sense of her faded.
He knew enough to start small, Barac thought warily. Smiling at Asdny, he put his hand on Arlaâs thin shoulder, sent
reassurance.
âIf anything bothers you, your brotherâs to âport you both to the Core at once. Find your mother or any Healer. Thatâs an order.â
âBut Iââ
âPrepare your locate,â Barac said sternly, receiving Asdnyâs nod of agreement. He ignored Gurutzâs small but growing smile. âOr I send you both back now.â
He felt the sigh. âYes, First Scout.â
Barac tensed as Arla lifted the blindfold from his eyes.
The Looker squinted at the machine, then around the empty, high-ceilinged room. His dappled face filled with relief. âItâs the same as it was before. All of it.â He pointed to the gaping machine. âThatâs just how the unit opens to deliver the packets, First Scout. Then it closes.â
âExcellent.â In every way. Barac coughed. âLetâs hope it doesnât close now.â
Hiding his reluctance, he put his hands on the rim of the mechanical mouth and leaned cautiously into the cavity, craning his neck to look up. There, well out of reach, he could see the wire racks thatâuntil this morningâslid down to offer one hundred and seventy-nine packets with machine precision before each of the shipâs two meals.
They looked empty. Didnât mean anything, he told himself. The cavity stretched beyond those moving racks, disappearing into the dark bowels of the ship. For all he knew, the racks werenât filled until ready to drop downâ
âthrough the space presently occupied by his head and shoulders. The First Scout hastily pulled himself clear. âI imagine it will reset itself before breakfast, during shipnight.â He waved his hands to imply that complex but surely normal process.
The youngsters smiled trustingly.
Gurutz looked skeptical but didnât argue. How could he? The Omâray knew even less than he did about machines. What they needed down here was the Human.
Failing that? Well, heâd one more trick, as Morgan would say,up his sleeve. âGurutz. You and the lads report to Holl.â Barac gestured gratitude, finishing with a bow. âWell done.â
They bowed back, Arlaâs eyes glistening with pride. His brother patted him on the shoulder.
âWill you make your own?â the Sona scout asked, no longer smiling.
âOnly,â Barac said honestly, âif Iâve one to make.â
Once theyâd disappeared, the Clansman sat on the floor, choosing a spot in the middle, his back to the maw. Wrapping his arms around his calves, he dropped his forehead to a knee.
Cleared his mind.
Waited.
Discipline, he had. It only felt as though the walls were as thin as issa-silk, the deadly twisted space outside as apt to consume him as the Mâhir itself.
It only felt he could, for all he really knew, be buried beneath dirt instead, running out of air.
Barac waited. Heâd the Talent to
taste
change. A flinch rather than insight, but a reliable warning nonetheless.
Even if, half the time, such
tastes
arrived too late for him to do more than pull his blade and duck.
CLANK!
âSeventeen Hells!â Barac scrambled to his feet and whirled to face the dispenser, heart pounding in his ears. His hand reached for his force bladeâ
âstopped short.
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