Worlds of Honor

She stared up at the ceiling, trying to get her thoughts herded up and moving in a single direction. It was a difficult task, but then something shifted on the pillow, right beside her left ear. Silky softness stirred, just brushing the surface of her skin, and she gasped in sudden memory. Her head snapped over, and the bright green eyes of the treecat looked back at her while a soft, buzzing purr welcomed her awakening.

She stared at the 'cat, and her thoughts were still slow and confused. But she wasn't too confused to recall that moment when the 'cat dropped into her arms, and she reached out for him once more. Pain lanced through her skull with the movement, but the 'cat flowed into her embrace, hugging her neck with his strong, wiry forearms while he rubbed his head ever so gently against her cheek.

'I see you're awake,' a familiar voice said, and she looked past the 'cat as Alvin Tudev, one arm in a sling, appeared in the door of what she now realized was a hospital room. 'Good,' the lieutenant colonel went on. 'It's been a while.'

'How—' She cleared her throat. 'How long is `a while,' and what happened?'

'A while is several hours,' he replied. 'And what happened is a bit complicated. As far as your headache is concerned, I'm afraid that's my fault. I hit you a bit harder than I meant to.'

'You hit me?' she repeated carefully, and he nodded.

'One of the things bodyguards do when there may be bullets flying around, Your Highness. There wasn't time to ask politely, or I would have.' He smiled, and she realized his half-joking tone was a reaction to his relief that she was all right. 'As to why I hit you, you can thank your little friend.' Adrienne raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged. 'He and his buddies have just demonstrated a very good reason for a monarch or his heir to be accompanied by treecats everywhere they go,' he said in a much more serious tone.

'An assassin,' she said. The word came out in a half-whisper and her eyes darkened as she realized what Tudev was leading up to, and he nodded.

'An assassin,' he confirmed. 'But the 'cats sensed him before he got into range, and they all went straight for him. Your friend got to him first, but the others were only seconds behind. They not only took him down, they managed to hold him—alive—until us mere two-foots could figure out what was going on and close in on him. And that,' he added grimly, 'wasn't as easy as you might think, because the poor bas—' He stopped and cleared his throat. 'The assassin was wired up with enough explosives to send himself into orbit without counter-grav,' he continued, 'and he would've done it, too.'

'That's crazy,' she said.

'No, Your Highness,' he said even more grimly. 'It was supposed to look crazy.' Adrienne looked at him in confusion, and he sighed. 'We're still just getting started, Your Highness, but it's already clear your intended assassin was psych-adjusted for the job. It's going to take weeks to even begin finding all the triggers and compulsions, but it seems pretty evident that one of his compulsions was to blow himself up— and take you with him, if possible—in order to keep us from realizing he'd been programmed.'

'Oh my God,' Adrienne whispered, and Tudev nodded.

'I think He—and the 'cats—had an awful lot to do with the fact that you're still alive, Your Highness. More than that, the 'cats may have caught us a break on cracking this entire plot wide open.'

'What do you mean? And what plot?'

'To take your second question first, this had to be an inside job in at least one respect. The killers were here waiting for you, in position, before your visit was announced. That means somebody gave them a copy of the Alpha List, because Twin Forks was only on the Alpha List; it never appeared on any of the decoy lists. And that means somebody was able to extract a Blue File and decrypt it, which takes a very highly placed source, and that implies a far wider-reaching plot than anyone in my line of work likes to think about. Still, given your father's success in concentrating authority in the Crown, I can see where he could have aroused the, um . . .forceful opposition of some powerful people.'

He paused, and Adrienne nodded with a shiver.

'As for cracking the plot, however,' Tudev went on with a wolfish smile, 'we believe we've got the man who actually triggered the assassin's attack in custody, and we owe that to the 'cats, too. He was two-thirds of the way out of the park when ten or fifteen of the 'cats zeroed in on him. The Forest Service types' best guess is that they were able to pick up his emotional reaction to the failure of the attack and use that to target him. Apparently,' the lieutenant colonel's smile turned even more lupine, 'he panicked and tried to run, and the 'cats swarmed him. They didn't actually hurt him much—aside from a lot of scratches, some pretty deep—but they absolutely shredded his clothing, and his confidence went with it. By the time the first Twin Forks cops got there, he was curled up in a knot in a corner of the fence screaming for someone to rescue him. He practically begged them to listen to his confession if they'd just keep the 'cats away from him. And he did confess, too.'

'But—' Adrienne paused, thinking as hard as her aching head allowed, then shrugged. 'Will that hold up? Can't an attorney argue that it was coerced?'

'Ah, but it wasn't coerced by an officer of the court, Your Highness. In fact, the cops were scrupulous about informing him of all his rights, and they never threatened him in any way. It was the 'cats he was afraid of, not them, and the 'cats have no official standing . . . except that of minor children.' He shrugged. 'I don't see any problems. Particularly not,' he added in icy tones, 'in a case like this one.'

Adrienne looked at him, wondering if he even realized how utterly implacable he sounded. But then his expression changed, and he cleared his throat once more.

'Ah, there is one more thing, Your Highness,' he said with an edge of discomfort. 'I was, of course, required to inform His Majesty of everything that occurred.' Adrienne nodded, her face expressionless iron, and he went on. 'I commed the first report to him immediately after the incident, because I wanted to be certain he got it from us rather than the newsies. Since then, I've sent several follow-up reports on all that's happened.'

'I see,' Adrienne said.

'Yes, Ma'am.' Tudev checked his chrono and drew a deep breath. 'Forty-seven minutes ago, we received a transmission in the royal family's encryption, Your Highness. It was addressed to you. I've had the com techs set it up on your terminal here, but we require your voice print to release the encrypt.'

'I see,' Adrienne said again. Then she nodded to him. 'Very well, Colonel. Thank you—for everything, including my life—but I would appreciate it if you could leave me alone for the next little while.' She smiled wanly. 'I've got some mail to listen to.'

'Of course, Your Highness,' Tudev murmured, and withdrew. There were some things, he thought, no bodyguard could protect a person from.

Seeker of Dreams had followed the subtle flow and change in the taste of his person's mind glow as she and the one called Tudev spoke. He liked Tudev—liked the taste of his mind glow and his fierce protectiveness. But he'd also tasted Tudev's unhappiness over whatever he had just told her . . . and the bitter hurt which had flared through her when she heard it. It was not anything Tudev had done; Seeker of Dreams knew that. But it was whatever had caused the great sorrow which every one of the People had tasted in her mind glow, and he tensed inwardly as she gathered her courage.

He reached out to his link to her and felt it there between them. It was unlike the bond he might have established with another of the People, for her end of it was anchored in a strange blankness, an almost-awareness which hovered just below recognition. She knew it was there, he thought; she simply could not perceive it, could not reach out and complete the weaving another of the People would have accomplished.

Yet he felt and tasted so much even through the unfinished weaving, and if she could not reach out to him, still he could reach in to her. And so he extended himself into their linkage, cautiously, testing each step as he took it, until he could lay his mental touch upon the grief at her heart. And then, as he would have with another of the People, he drew that grief to him.

He tasted her surprise, her sudden suspicion that he was somehow soothing her, and his buzzing purr deepened. She sat up in bed, and he flowed into her lap and curled there, tucking his nose against her, smelling the strange-not-strange scent of her, and his grip upon her sorrow tightened. It was her sorrow, not his, and so it did not bite upon him as it did upon her. He was distressed that she felt it, but it could not hurt him, and he spread himself across its jagged edges. She was mind-blind. He could have reached in through their link, had he so chosen, and taken her sorrow from her so completely she would feel none of it ever again, and