Victor's mouth went dry. "Everyone thought Thomas dead for eighteen months, then ComStar brought him back and set him up on the throne of the Free Worlds League. That was during Myndo Waterly's reign as Primus of ComStar. With her Thomas—whoever he really is—on the League throne, she could have directed a war that would have made the Inner Sphere over into some sort of a Blakean theocracy."
"But now she's dead and he still rules the League."
"And as her agent I would have imagined him embracing the Word of Blake, but he seems content to fend them off."
"And he's not repudiated ComStar entirely."
"Which means this Thomas has his own agenda and all the tools necessary to advance it."
Galen nodded his head. "Precisely, Highness." He held out his hand. "Can I have that drink now?"
"Please." Victor drained his snifter and held it out toward his friend. "I'll take a refill, then wait for you to get caught up. If this is the omen that marks 3058, it'll definitely be an interesting year."
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