"Mine went directly to Archangel and is busy moving in, with Delia's help. Brad's, I believe, is preparing for the move." "They are," Bradford said, "so I can't stay past Communion--I have to help, as long as I'm in town." Cortin grinned, her mood lightening. "Too bad for you, Brad; that means Sara'll have to wait for unity with you. Though not with Ivan, if he's willing." Both men bowed in the historian's direction, and Bradford spoke first. "I'm sorry to have to postpone something so delightful, but hopefully it won't have to be for long." "I, on the other hand, will be pleased to join you as soon as you wish," Illyanov said, smiling. Bain grinned. "Don't waste any time, Sara; grab him right after Communion." Blackfeather was definitely attracted to the handsome Inquisitor-Colonel, but she wasn't used to such openness about sex yet; though she remembered the previous evening's post-Communion lovemaking clearly, it didn't seem quite real. Now she was being urged to make love to a man she'd barely met . . . at least she'd known the Family men, if only briefly . . . Chang chuckled. "It is not difficult to see you find him attractive; with both of you Sealed, that is a strong indication you are compatible. Given that, what better way to become friends?" Odd though it seemed, Blackfeather thought, that was reasonable. "After Communion, then, if that's agreeable." "Most agreeable," Illyanov said. "Michael?" "Just a minute," Cortin said. "Can I get a couple of quick updates first?" "Of course." "Thanks. Brad, what about the special rescue teams?" "Being organized. I put Major Grunwald on it, so they should be ready to go in a week." "Good! Sis, Mike--the press-ganged ones?" "They are in the Detention Center's spare barracks," Chang said. "Dave and Mike heard confessions, then Mike got permission to say Mass a second time for them, and we gave them the Communion of Promise. I believe we shall also have to devise some additional forms of both public and private devotions." "I suppose so." Cortin sighed. "Brad, do you have anyone who can handle that? None of us are liturgists." "As it happens--" Everyone, Bradford included, laughed--"Inquisitor-Lieutenant Andrews at the Center is good, and would appreciate the challenge. I'll call him as soon as I get home. And this time I will warn you: he's one of those who believes you are the Protector, so you probably won't appreciate his efforts. But they'll be well-done." Cortin grimaced. "As Ivan said, devotions are for the devotees, not the objects of that devotion. If He doesn't mind, I don't suppose I can. And I suppose I should take a look at whatever your liturgist comes up with. So should Mike and Sis." "He'll expect that, and to have you critique his work. He's conscientious; he'll want to be sure it's right. Can we dedicate tonight's service to that intention?" "I don't see why not," Odeon said. "Sis?"