“I couldn’t impose—” Kamele began automatically, even as she began to wonder if there were hotels, or a scholars hostel on—
“Yes, you can,” Val Con interrupted her. “The house is large, as you will have noticed, so it is not a question of our having no room. I believe Mrs. ana’Tak told me only this morning that the pantry is full, so you will be no strain on our supplies.”
“And,” said Miri, smiling. “If Theo gets bull-headed about coming home, you can talk her down.”
Kamele looked from one to the other. She thought of Jen Sar, who, beyond those given, would have had one more reason for wanting her to stay—the real reason.
And what would be the real reason, she asked herself, that Jen Sar’s son wanted her to stay inside his clanhouse?
It was very simple, really.
Security.
She was known, now, as the mother of Theo Waitley, who piloted for Tree-and-Dragon, and who shared a father with…half of the delm of Korval.
The…enemies of Korval; the people who had targeted Theo—those people now had her in their range, as well.
Kamele sighed.
“Space is not safe,” she said. “I understand.”
She sighed again, and bowed.
“Thank you.”
Table of Contents
Prelude
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Interlude
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Epilogue