if it is? That doesn't change a thing about the world as it is."
"The clerics would not agree with that. Nor would the philosophers."
"You may not tell your mother."
Megere smiled, but she would not be deterred. "The science must come first. You must send word to the universities so they can organize expedi--"
"Absolutely not. Academics are useless in the real world. I'd have to assign ships to protect these expeditions. I cannot spare warships to babysit your scientists. There is a war on, if you recall."
"This is not a military matter."
"Everything is a military matter." He held up a hand when she opened her mouth. "This incident did not happen, Dr. Cliff. It did not happen until such time as I can personally report what we have seen and learned to the Emperor. In person," he emphasized. "In private. I must defer this to his judgement."
Which effectively halted any other argument she could make.
Megere did have other questions. "What will the crew think? What about Captain Ram?"
"They'll think and say what I tell them."
Of course. She shouldn't have bothered to ask.
"You and I are the only ones who know the truth," he added. "For now let us keep it that way."
This was an order, not a request. He had declared it a military matter, and subject to the Emperor's command. Her heart raced and her head ached with frustration, but she damned the war with the Framin Empire for North's decision.
"So be it," Megere said, although it was between gritted teeth.
His tense posture relaxed. So did his hard expression, but only momentarily. Worry crossed his sharp features. "I will let you in on one more bit of the conversation I had with the octopus. Octopi and humans are the top predators of our respective domains. If the Passing creature is a migrating herd beast there must be predators out among the stars that hunt it. Perhaps it was a hunter that drove it down into the air of our world. I do not want that hunter on our world, but I want to be prepared if star wolves do come. So do the octopi."
Her thought was that this was an unlikely scenario, but she did not say so. It was North's duty to think this way, to plan for trouble. She could not fault him or think him foolish when his forethought might save lives.
"I see," she said, and came forward into his tight embrace. "Protect me from the wolves, my love."
"You know I always will," he promised.
And they shared a kiss that went on to actions that resulted in exiling the dog out of the room.
Megere came out of remembering the last few days and glanced at the man and dog sleeping on the bunk. The night was wearing on. She turned back to the desk, eager to get her letter done and claim her place beside them. She wrote.
I do not think I have told you yet that the ship is returning to Ang. I can not tell you when the Ironbound will arrive, or at what port, but I will contact the family as soon as I can upon our arrival.
I am sorry to have missed my sister's wedding, and the birth of my brother's child. Do I have a niece or a nephew? As for my personal news, well I want to tell you something important--
North let out a deep sigh, and a groan which tugged at her heart.
Megere quickly finished her letter, sealed it, and left it on the desk in the admiral's office with the other documents his yeoman would make sure were sent on the messenger boat. She then, finally, was able find sleep, with her head resting on North's shoulder.
He kissed her awake. She laughed with her lips pressed to his.
After they had their way with each other, she stretched and turned on her side and watched him dress. "What time is it?"
"Time for you to be up and at your station, Dr. Cliff," he answered.
"You are absolutely correct, sir."
She got up and adjusted her nightgown as he oh, so casually glanced at the desk, which was now folded against the bulkhead.
"Did you finish your letter?"
She smiled. "Oh, yes."
"I would have liked to have read it."
She clasped her hands before her,
"The clerics would not agree with that. Nor would the philosophers."
"You may not tell your mother."
Megere smiled, but she would not be deterred. "The science must come first. You must send word to the universities so they can organize expedi--"
"Absolutely not. Academics are useless in the real world. I'd have to assign ships to protect these expeditions. I cannot spare warships to babysit your scientists. There is a war on, if you recall."
"This is not a military matter."
"Everything is a military matter." He held up a hand when she opened her mouth. "This incident did not happen, Dr. Cliff. It did not happen until such time as I can personally report what we have seen and learned to the Emperor. In person," he emphasized. "In private. I must defer this to his judgement."
Which effectively halted any other argument she could make.
Megere did have other questions. "What will the crew think? What about Captain Ram?"
"They'll think and say what I tell them."
Of course. She shouldn't have bothered to ask.
"You and I are the only ones who know the truth," he added. "For now let us keep it that way."
This was an order, not a request. He had declared it a military matter, and subject to the Emperor's command. Her heart raced and her head ached with frustration, but she damned the war with the Framin Empire for North's decision.
"So be it," Megere said, although it was between gritted teeth.
His tense posture relaxed. So did his hard expression, but only momentarily. Worry crossed his sharp features. "I will let you in on one more bit of the conversation I had with the octopus. Octopi and humans are the top predators of our respective domains. If the Passing creature is a migrating herd beast there must be predators out among the stars that hunt it. Perhaps it was a hunter that drove it down into the air of our world. I do not want that hunter on our world, but I want to be prepared if star wolves do come. So do the octopi."
Her thought was that this was an unlikely scenario, but she did not say so. It was North's duty to think this way, to plan for trouble. She could not fault him or think him foolish when his forethought might save lives.
"I see," she said, and came forward into his tight embrace. "Protect me from the wolves, my love."
"You know I always will," he promised.
And they shared a kiss that went on to actions that resulted in exiling the dog out of the room.
Megere came out of remembering the last few days and glanced at the man and dog sleeping on the bunk. The night was wearing on. She turned back to the desk, eager to get her letter done and claim her place beside them. She wrote.
I do not think I have told you yet that the ship is returning to Ang. I can not tell you when the Ironbound will arrive, or at what port, but I will contact the family as soon as I can upon our arrival.
I am sorry to have missed my sister's wedding, and the birth of my brother's child. Do I have a niece or a nephew? As for my personal news, well I want to tell you something important--
North let out a deep sigh, and a groan which tugged at her heart.
Megere quickly finished her letter, sealed it, and left it on the desk in the admiral's office with the other documents his yeoman would make sure were sent on the messenger boat. She then, finally, was able find sleep, with her head resting on North's shoulder.
He kissed her awake. She laughed with her lips pressed to his.
After they had their way with each other, she stretched and turned on her side and watched him dress. "What time is it?"
"Time for you to be up and at your station, Dr. Cliff," he answered.
"You are absolutely correct, sir."
She got up and adjusted her nightgown as he oh, so casually glanced at the desk, which was now folded against the bulkhead.
"Did you finish your letter?"
She smiled. "Oh, yes."
"I would have liked to have read it."
She clasped her hands before her,
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