"You got it." Medart entered the appropriate order, took the steaming cup when it appeared, and handed it to the Traiti, then took his own seat. "You said you'd start teaching me magic. I know better than to tell a teacher how to teach, but I have a feeling I'm going to need something I wasn't wearing when Ranger Ariel summoned me. So I think I'd better learn that summoning spell first." Chavvorth looked uncomfortable, but shook his head. "Such a summoning is dangerous even for an experienced magician--far too dangerous for a novice, particularly one who is also a Ranger. No, I will not teach you that spell. But I will attempt to summon this object myself, if you will describe it." Medart frowned. He wasn't used to having his requests refused, even for his own safety--a Ranger was presumed to be able to evaluate risks and take only necessary ones. On the other hand, he didn't know enough about magic to make such an evaluation accurately, and his first attempt at using it had injured an Imperial officer . . . so maybe he'd better accept the refusal gracefully. "All right, Captain. But if it's that dangerous, I'd hesitate to risk an IBC's captain, either. Don't you have any magical specialists?" "Yes, of course. Next to Ranger Ariel, Major Treschler is our most accomplished magician, and he has been successful with summonings." "Get him to do it, then. I may be able to do better than a description of what I need, though--I'd better be, or there won't be any point in getting it. Emperor Barton, do your records include twentieth-century entertainment tapes?" "Yes, Ranger. I have a complete selection." "Then if they exist here, you've got the Star Wars movies." "Yes, sir. They do, and I have." "Good! I'd like close-ups of Lord Vader's lightsaber, please, from as many angles as possible." "It will be about ten seconds." The ship paused for that time, then said, "Completed; they are in your fabricator." "Thank you." Medart went into the sleeping area to get the stills, then returned to the living area and handed them to Chavvorth. "Mine looks like this. It's in my quarters aboard the Empress Lindner." Chavvorth took the pictures, clearly puzzled. "An object from an old entertainment tape?" "Right, and I'd recommend close study of the movies, too--Lord Vader in particular. The Sandemans at home regard those movies as classics, and based several aspects of their culture on them. The first clan formed after Overthrow is named for Lord Vader, for instance, and the clothing they call honor-black is based on his armor and robes. They put a lot of effort into developing real lightsabers, too--I got mine as a death-gift from the warrior Leigh DarVader, and I wear it on ceremonial occasions or when I'm in Sandeman territory." Chavvorth came as close to frowning as most Traiti could manage. "I hope you do not intend to confront them personally."