A Matter of Honor: A Terran Empire novel — John Shaqi
A Matter of Honor: A Terran Empire novelWilson, Ann
Science
A Matter of Honor: A Terran Empire novel
Wilson, Ann
Science fiction
She had been seventeen, close to eighteen years old by the new Imperial
Standard measure, when she had found herself beginning to pick up
thoughts. She had gone, naturally enough, to a local Order chapter for
help and possible training. The chapter had reported it to him,
knowing he would be interested; when Talent appeared so late it was
almost always minimal, usually only telepathy and a weak mind-screen,
and the tester had been astonished at Corina's strength.
Thark had been surprised himself when he scanned her. It was then that
he had decided to take her as his private student. Four years'
training had brought out her potential, the power he had sensed she
should be able to control, when they met. It would be formally
recognized soon, when she was initiated; then Thark could bring her
into the Prime Chapter, where the Order could make full use of her
Talents. He had no intention whatever of letting them go to waste.
Senior Adept Corina of the White Order, he thought--yes, it had a
pleasant ring. He and the others of the Prime Chapter already thought
of her that way, used her last name only when formality required it.
He caught sight of her then, and watched her come up the rubberoid walk
to his raised sundeck. As usual, she was precisely on time. And she
certainly wasn't difficult to spot; all her kilts were bright, but the
red-and-gold one she favored and was wearing today was positively
gaudy. Urr, perhaps her taste would improve as she matured. He looked
down at his own kilt, a conservative dark blue that went well with the
tawny shade of his fur. That, with its sporran, was one of the few
human innovations he appreciated.
Corina purred softly in pleasure when she saw Thark out on the sundeck.
Truly, this weather was too good to waste any of it indoors, especially
at this time of year. He stood as she approached.
"Good day, Master Thark," she said with a slight bow, her hands open
and raised to shoulder level.
Thark returned the formal bow. "Good day, Student Losinj. Be
welcome."
Formalities were certainly briefer since Irschcha had joined the
Empire, Thark thought. He wasn't sure yet whether he approved of that
or not. They had been time-consuming, but they had also given life a
certain grace that now seemed lacking, and had provided a social
lubricant that Irschchans, in his opinion, needed. He could be wrong,
though, he thought as he returned to his cushions.
Corina sat facing him. "What is today's lesson, Master?"
"At this stage, it is up to you to tell me. Further training will be
directed to any area in which you feel deficient."
Her mind-shield was down, so he could sense, as well as hear, her
surprise. "I do not understand."
"The only thing you truly require now is more confidence in yourself.
Otherwise you are fully ready for initiation, and I would like to see
that take place as soon as possible."
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