A Matter of Honor: A Terran Empire novelWilson, Ann
Science
A Matter of Honor: A Terran Empire novel
Wilson, Ann
Science fiction
She echoed his amusement silently, then began examining his mind
pattern. She was careful not to let him realize what she was doing,
though she was reasonably sure he could not feel her check. That was
both quick and thorough, his mental "atmosphere" far less murky than
the other humans she had touched--and his patterns were clear as well,
easy to read and work with. His Talent was unmistakable--his potential
Talent, she corrected herself; he might not be able to learn its use.
She could at least try activating his latent telepathic ability. That
might be somewhat delicate, given his humanity, but with such clear
patterns, it should not be particularly difficult. She knew the
theory, and Thark had done the same for her; it was merely a matter of
redirecting the mental impulses of communication from the speech center
to the TP center, something she ought to be able to do without him even
realizing the change was being made.
*That is a little better,* she thought at him while pretending to speak
aloud. *Perhaps if we combine what you are doing now with a discussion
of something else for awhile, it will be more effective.*
"Yeah, maybe." Excellent, Corina thought. He could definitely
receive, then--a very good sign. "What do you want to talk about?"
*It does not really matter. Something you like, a memory you find
relaxing or humorous.* She felt her ears twitch nervously, hoped he
did not notice. The redirection she was attempting was indeed simple,
but delicate with the human-different patterns however clear they were,
and she needed no extra complications.
"There aren't too many of those in a Ranger's life," Medart said
slowly. It was rather like listening to a simultaneous echo, Corina
thought as she very cautiously nudged the flow of impulses. "It's a
damn good life, don't get me wrong, but it doesn't have many laughs,
and the most satisfying parts are usually the result of a lot of work,
and sometimes pain." He chuckled, ruefully. "Exactly what I shouldn't
be telling someone I'm trying to get to join us, I guess--but if you
pay attention to Imperial news, you picked up on that for yourself. As
someone said a lot of years ago, Rangers and active Life Nobles tend to
get into 'dangerously interesting situations'."
It seemed like a good enough subject, as well as having a strong
bearing on the offer he had just made her, so Corina pursued it.
*True. I find it difficult to believe, however, that individuals of
such value are permitted to place their lives at serious risk so
frequently.*
Medart chuckled. "We're perfectly aware of our value, believe me, and
we're just as fond of life as anyone else--maybe more so, since we're
at risk so often. But there're some things worth the risk--a feeling
you share, or you wouldn't be here."
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