Torch of Freedom

Dublin and her crew was still something no one involved in survey work wanted to contemplate or talk about, even a century and a half later.

And there was that one wormhole no one had ever come back from . . . at all.

'Yes, it is,' he said. 'The most likely explanation, by far.'

* * *

'Where's Ruth?' Berry asked plaintively, once they were in the corridor that led—eventually—to the ballroom where the trade delegation was waiting.

'Saburo says she's running late, girl,' Lara said, shrugging with the casual informality which was such a quintessential part of her. 'Even later than you are.'

The ex-Scrag was still about as civilized as a wolf, and she had a few problems grasping the finer points of court etiquette. Which, to tell the truth, suited Berry just fine. Usually, at least.

'If I've got to do this,' the queen said firmly, 'Ruth has to do it with me.'

'Berry,' Lara said, 'Kaja said she'll be here, and Saburo and Ruth are already on their way. We can go ahead and start.'

'No.' They'd reached an intersection of corridors that was wide enough that someone had seen fit to place a couple of armchairs in it. Berry flounced—that really was the only verb that fit—over to one of them and plunked down in it. 'I'm the Queen,' she said snippily, 'and I want my intelligence advisor there when I talk to these people.'

'But your father isn't even on Torch,' Lara pointed out with a grin. Thandi Palane's 'Amazons' had actually developed senses of humor, and all of them were deeply fond of their commander's 'little sister.' Which was why they took such pleasure in teasing her.

'You know what I mean!' Berry shot back, rolling her eyes in exasperation. But there was a twinkle in those eyes, and Lara chuckled as she saw it.

'Yes,' she admitted. 'But tell me, why do you need Ruth? It's only a gaggle of merchants and businessmen.' She wrinkled her nose in the tolerant contempt of a wolf for the sheep a bountiful nature had created solely to feed it. 'Nothing to worry about in that bunch, girl!'

'Except for the fact that I might screw up and sell them Torch for a handful of glass beads!'

Lara looked at her, obviously puzzled, and Berry sighed. Lara and the other Amazons truly were trying hard, but it was going to take years to even begin closing the myriad gaps in their social skills and general background knowledge.

'Never mind, Lara,' the teenaged queen said after a moment. 'It wasn't really all that funny a joke, anyway. But what I meant is that with Web tied up with Governor Barregos' representative, I need someone a little more devious to help hold my hand when I slip into the shark tank with these people. I need someone to advise me about what they really want, not just what they say they want.'

'Make it plain anyone who cheats you gets a broken neck.' Lara shrugged. 'You may lose one or two, early, but the rest will know better. Want Saburo and me to handle it for you?'

She sounded almost eager, and Berry laughed. She often suspected Saburo X still didn't understand exactly how it had happened, but after a brief, wary, half-terrified, extremely . . . direct 'courtship,' he wasn't complaining. On the face of it, his and Lara's was one of the most unlikely pairings in history—the ex-genetic-slave terrorist, madly in love with the ex-Scrag who'd worked directly for Manpower before she walked away from her own murderous past—and yet, undeniably, it worked.

'There is a certain charming simplicity to the idea of broken necks,' Berry conceded, after a moment. 'Unfortunately, that's not how it's done. I haven't been a queen for long, but I do know that much.'

'Pity,' Lara said, and glanced at her chrono. 'Now they've been waiting over half an hour,' she remarked.

'Oh, all right,' Berry said. 'I'll go—I'll go!' She shook her head and made a face. 'You'd think a queen would at least be able to get away withsomething when her father is half a dozen star systems away!'

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Harper S. Ferry stood in the throne room, arms crossed, watching the thirty-odd people standing about. He knew he didn't cut a particularly military figure, but that was fine with him. In fact, the ex-slaves of Torch had a certain fetish for not looking spit and polish. They were the galaxy's outcast mongrels, and they wanted no one—including themselves—to forget that.

Which didn't mean they took their responsibilities lightly.

Judson Van Hale walked casually across the throne room, angling a bit closer to Harper, with Genghis riding his shoulder.

'This is a lively bunch,' Judson murmured disgustedly out of the corner of his mouth as he stopped beside Harper. 'Genghis is downright bored.'

He reached up and caressed the cream-and-gray treecat, and the 'cat purred and pressed his head against Judson's hand.

'Boring is good,' Harper replied quietly. 'Exciting is bad.'

'Aren't they running late?' Judson asked after a moment, and Harper shrugged.

'I don't have anyplace else I need to be today,' he said. 'And if Berry's running true to form, she's dragging her heels, waiting for Ruth. And Thandi, if she can get her here.'

'Why aren't they here?'

'They're going over something to do with security for the summit, and according to the net,' Harper tapped his personal com, 'Thandi's sending Ruth on ahead while she finishes up.' He shrugged again. 'I'm not sure exactly what it is she's working on. Probably something about setting up liaison with Cachat.'

'Oh, yeah. 'Liaison,' ' Judson said, rolling his eyes, and Harper slapped him lightly on the back of the head.

'No disrespectful thoughts about the Great Kaja, friend! Not unless you want her Amazons performing a double orchidectomy on you without anesthesia.'

Judson grinned, and Genghis bleeked a laugh.

'Who's that guy over there?' Harper asked after a moment. 'The fellow by the main entrance.'

'The one in the dark blue jacket?'

'That's the one.'

'Name's Tyler,' Judson said. He punched a brief code into his memo pad and looked down at the display. 'He's with New Age Pharmaceutical. It's one of the Beowulf consortiums. Why?'

'I don't know,' Harper said thoughtfully. 'Is Genghis picking up any sort of vibes from him?'

Both humans looked at the treecat, who raised a true hand in the thumb-folded, two-finger sign for the letter 'N' and nodded it up and down. Judson looked back at Harper and shrugged.

'Guess not. Want us to stroll a bit closer and check him out again?'

'I don't know,' Harper said again. 'It's just—' He paused. 'It's probably nothing,' he went on after a moment. 'It's just that he's the only one I see who's brought along a briefcase.'

'Hm?'

Judson frowned, surveying the rest of the crowd.

'You're right,' he acknowledged. 'Odd, I suppose. I thought this was supposed to be primarily a 'social occasion.' Just a chance for them to meet Queen Berry as a group, before the individual negotiating sessions.'

'That's what I thought, too,' Harper agreed. He thought about it for a moment longer, then keyed a combination into his com.

'Yes, Harper?' a voice replied.

'The guy with the briefcase, Zack. You checked it out?'

'Ran the sniffer over it and had him open it,' Zack assured him. 'Nothing in it but a microcomputer and a