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- Hilari Bell Goblin Wood 01 The Goblin Wood v2
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- Ciara Lake [Xihirian Shifters 01] Xihirah [Siren Classic] (pdf)
- Janrae Frank Journey of Sacred King 01 My Sister's Keeper
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I'd been sent for.' He said it calmly. 'OK?'
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'That wasn't what I heard,' Balveda said, but he sensed she was not totally
sure of herself.
She had risked a lot to say that, probably hoping that he would at least
threaten her or do something which would turn the others against him. It
hadn't worked.
Horza shrugged. 'I can't help it if the Special Circumstances section can't
brief you accurately, Perosteck,' he said, smiling thinly. The Culture agent's
eyes looked away from the
Changer's face, at the table, then at each of the other people sitting around
it, as though testing them to see who they each believed. 'Look,' Horza said
in his most honest-sounding and reasonable voice, spreading his hands out, 'I
don't want to die for the Idirans, and God knows why, but I have come to like
you lot. I wouldn't take you in there on a suicide mission. We'll be all
right. If the worst comes to the worst we can always pull out. We'll take the
CAT back through the Quiet Barrier and head for somewhere neutral. You can
have the ship; I'll have a captured
Culture agent.' He looked at Balveda, who was sitting in her seat with her
legs crossed, her arms folded and her head down. 'But I don't think it'll come
to that. I think we'll catch this glorified computer and be well rewarded for
it.'
'What if the Culture's won the battle outside the Barrier and they're waiting
for us when we come out, with or without the Mind?' Yalson asked. She didn't
sound hostile, just interested. She was the only one he felt he could rely on,
though he thought Wubslin would follow, too. Horza nodded.
'That's unlikely. I can't see the Culture falling back all over this volume
but holding out here; but even if they did they'd have to be very lucky indeed
to catch us. They can only see into the Barrier in real space, don't forget,
so they'd have no warning of where we'd be coming out. No problem there.'
Yalson sat back, apparently convinced. Horza knew he looked calm, but inside
he was tensed up, waiting for the mood of the rest to make itself clear. His
last answer had been truthful, but the rest were either not the whole truth,
or lies.
He had to convince them. He had to have them on his side. There was no other
way he could carry out his mission, and he had come too far, done too much,
killed too many people, sunk too much of his own purpose and determination
into the task, to back out now. He had to track the Mind down, he had to go
down into the Command System, Idirans or no Idirans, and he had to have the
rest of what had been Kraiklyn's Free Company with him. He looked at them: at
Yalson, severe and impatient, wanting the talking to stop and the job just to
be got on with, her shadow of hair making her look both very young, almost
child-like, and hard at the same time; Dorolow, her eyes uncertain, looking at
the others, scratching one of her convoluted ears nervously; Wubslin, slumped
comfortably in his seat, compressed, his stocky frame radiating relaxation.
Wubslin's face had shown signs of interest when Horza described the Command
System, and the Changer guessed the engineer found the whole idea of this
gigantic train-set fascinating.
Aviger looked very dubious about the whole venture, but Horza thought that now
he had made it clear nobody was going to be allowed to stay on the ship, the
old man would accept this rather than go to the trouble of arguing about it.
Neisin he wasn't sure about. He had been drinking as much as ever, been
quieter than Horza remembered him, but while he didn't like being bossed
around and told what he could and couldn't do, he was obviously fed up being
stuck on the Clear Air
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Turbulence, and had already been out for a walk in the snow while Wubslin and
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nothing else.
Horza wasn't worried about the machine Unaha-Closp; it would do as it was
told, like machines always did. Only the Culture let them get so fancy they
really did seem to have wills of their own.
As for Perosteck Balveda, she was his prisoner; it was as simple as that.
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