I've been drinking water.'
'I had noticed,' Draycos said. 'I see that in some areas Uncle Virgil did indeed have good judgment.'
'What Uncle Virgil had was a well-developed survival instinct,' Jack said as he dug under his shirt and pulled out his comm clip. 'In our business even a little fog in the brain could be fatal. Fogged reflexes, too. I never knew when we might have to drop everything and make a run for the tall grass.'
He took a deep breath as he lifted the comm clip. 'Uncle Virge isn't going to like this,' he warned.
Uncle Virge didn't. 'This is not the deal we made, Jack lad,' the computer growled. 'Not the deal at all.'
'You don't hear me doing cartwheels of joy either, do you?' Jack asked. 'There just isn't any other way.'
'Of course there is,' Uncle Virge said, suddenly gone all soothing and persuasive. 'Look, lad, it's over. I know you've done your best. But the hand's been lost, the jackpot's been taken off the table, and it's time to face reality. You and your poet-warrior friend have no choice but to take this to the StarForce.'
'We've been through this, Uncle Virge,' Jack reminded him. 'It isn't safe for Draycos to show himself around.'
'But it's safe for him to drag you into a war zone?' Uncle Virge countered. 'Besides, if Draycos gets himself killed, what happens to his people?'
'I will not be killed,' Draycos said calmly. 'Nor will I allow Jack to be harmed.'
'Big promises,' Uncle Virge huffed. 'How exactly do you intend to make amends if you're wrong? A signed apology from the grave?'
'I'm not going to argue with you,' Jack cut him off. He was nervous enough without bringing up the subject of graves. 'We're going, and that's that. You want to hear the plan, or don't you?'
'Go ahead,' Uncle Virge muttered, sulking now.
Jack laid it out for him. Uncle Virge was not impressed. 'That's the plan?' he demanded scornfully. 'That house of buttered toast is the best our poet-warrior can come up with? No wonder his people are losing their war.'
Jack winced, not daring to look down at Draycos. 'Yes, that's it,' he told Uncle Virge stubbornly. 'The only question is whether we do it on our own or whether you come along to help. Well?'
'Of course I'll help,' Uncle Virge muttered, back to sulking again. 'You know where you'll be?'
'It's the Edge's November Six outpost,' Jack told him. 'According to the map they showed us, it's just to the south of Bear Mountain in the southwestern part of the Gray Hills. Can you pull up a map?'
'Yes,' Uncle Virge said. 'Yes, I have it.'
'Basht said we'd be flying into a major Parprin town called Mer'seb,' Jack told him. 'From there, our squad will take a transport up to November Six. I'm guessing Mer'seb is where the Edge's HQ and mainframe computer are, but you'll need to check on that. Got it?'
'Of course,' Uncle Virge said.
'Okay,' Jack said. 'Incidentally, you weren't by any chance poking around the training camp last—let's see—last Tuesday night, were you?'
'Certainly not,' Uncle Virge said. 'I'm right here in the spaceport where you left me. Why?'
'Just wondering,' Jack said. 'There was a something off by the fence that night that had the patrols stirred up for awhile, that's all.'
'Did it cause you any trouble?'
'Actually, it did us a favor,' Jack said. 'That's what opened up the grounds and gave us a clear run at the HQ building.'
'Where you weren't able to get what we needed,' Uncle Virge said pointedly. 'Which is why we're going with this other lunatic plan. Some favor.'
Jack felt his lip twitch. 'I suppose.' 'But I suppose we're stuck with it now,' Uncle Virge went on. 'I don't suppose you happen to know where the actual battle lines are drawn on Sunright?'
Jack glanced down at Draycos, got a sideways slide of the head in return. 'Not a clue,' he said. 'But we should be able to figure it out once we see which direction the shots are coming from.'
'Not funny, Jack lad,' Uncle Virge said darkly. He had a point. 'Sorry,' Jack apologized. ' 'With tired arms,'' Draycos murmured, ' 'and eyes fatigued, the soldiers stood to mark the deed.' '
'That isn't funny, either,' Uncle Virge growled.
'Sorry for both of us, in that case,' Jack said, frowning down at Draycos. What had that been all about? 'I have to go. We'll see you on Sunright.'
He clicked off the comm clip and tucked it away again inside his shirt. 'Well, he's not happy,' he commented. 'But he didn't go completely frantic on us, either. That's a good sign.'
'Or else he merely recognizes he has no choice but to obey.'
'Maybe,' Jack conceded. 'What was that 'tired arms' thing you said to him?'
'It was part of a poem,' Draycos said. 'I have been working on translating my poetry into your language. I often recite parts of it to Uncle Virge late at night, while you sleep.'
Jack had to grin at that. Uncle Virgil had always despised poetry, which meant that the computerized Uncle Virge probably did, too. 'I'll bet he just loves that. So what part didn't he think was funny?'
'It was a poem about the Battle of Chatii,' Draycos said, his voice low and grim. 'There the K'da and Shontine held a bridge against the Valahgua while a group of alien civilians escaped behind them. What the warriors did not know was that some of the civilians had been turned by the enemy, and soon they were being attacked from both sides.'
Jack winced. 'I can see why he didn't like it. Did they all—I mean ... die?'
'Actually, most of them escaped safely,' Draycos said. 'It was your comment about not knowing where the battle lines were drawn that brought that part of our war to my mind. So it was not Uncle Virge near the camp that night.'
'I guess not,' Jack said. 'I hadn't really thought he would have been that careless, anyway.'
'Which returns us to the question of what did stir up the patrols,' Draycos pointed out.
'I don't know,' Jack said. 'Maybe they were just jumping at shadows.'
'Trained soldiers usually do not do that.'
'I suppose.' Jack looked down at the dragon's head beneath his shirt. 'By the way, I want to apologize for what Uncle Virge said about your people losing their war.'
'No apology is necessary,' the dragon said calmly. 'I understand his motivation.
