T’var knew well where Will Dulac stood on the matter of his people’s cooperation with the Weave. It was instructive to observe the Human’s reaction. No one was ’forced.’ Do you still understand us so little?” ”How could your people do something like that? How could you put a bunch of unprofessional strangers, kids and old people, into a combat situation? I know the whole purpose of this was to test Human fighting potential, but…” ”Apparently,” T’var said calmly, ”when the situation was explained to them they all volunteered to help. ”What?” Will’s contemplation of the Caribbean sky was shattered. ”Your fellow Humans participated in that conflict.” ”Vasarih is a contested world,” T’var was saying. Whatever tests and examinations the Weave had subjected them to could not have been very harsh. He had been informed that all ten were coming back. His had been an experience unlike any other save perhaps that of the ten Humans now returning. They had learned a great deal in that time, with Will assisting them in their work as best he could. Nearly a year had passed, Will reflected, since Caldaq’s ship had departed the solar system. ”It involves what occurred on the world Vasarih a number of months ago.”
”There’s something you must know,” the S’van said through his translator. After a while T’var strode over to stand next to Will, and the two of them studied the stars together. A Lepar technician waited patiently in the base submersible just offshore. T’var stood nearby, scanning the night sky along with Chief-of-Study, another Hivistahm Will did not recognize, an O’o’yan attendant, and the ever-present Wais. Pointed ears flicked rapidly, like tiny hirsute semaphores.
His nose was twitching so rapidly, Will thought as he watched the Commander, it must surely snap off the end of his snout. Author:Alan Dean Foster Ĭaldaq could not stop pacing.
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