Fortune's Wheel

by Lisanne Norman

  "You planned to kill Chyad and Maikoe," said Raguul.

  "I never endanger the innocent," said Kaid stiffly.

  "You took the law into your own hands when you decided the others were guilty," growled Raguul.

  "Their continued existence constituted a threat to the lives of those I was hired to protect. I assure you my judgment has never been questioned before," growled Kaid. "Check with the Brotherhood if you wish. I had their blessing, and their instructions for this mission, as you well know."

  "I want your promise that there will be no more killings on the Khalossa," Raguul demanded.

  "I can't give you that. If their lives are threatened again, as they were by Jakule, then I will kill to protect

  them."

  "Dammit, you know full well what I mean!"

  "No, Commander, I don't. I have my instructions, and you have yours. Let's just follow them, shall we?" Kaid stood up. "If you have a complaint, you know the procedure. Con-tact Dzahai Stronghold and request a tribunal. Good day, Commander."

  As Raguul watched him leave, he realized that the room about him was starting to darken.

  "Commander," said Myak, taking hold of his shoulder and shaking him. "Leave it. He's in the right. His

  primary con-tract was to ensure their safety."

  Raguul took a deep breath, aware that Myak was trying to prevent him from going into a hunter/kill state.

  "I know," he growled, "which is why it annoys me!"

  "At least he's put Draz in charge now," said Myak. "And he's removed Lieutenant Rralgu from danger. I think it would be wise to follow his advice and have her posted planet-side as soon as possible." He left the Commander's side and went over to the drinks cupboard.

  "I think you'll enjoy this, Commander," he said, picking up a small bottle and a glass. "It's from Keiss, a human drink. They call it brandy. I've tried it and it's rather pleas-ant. It's said to have a settling effect on the stomach."

  * * *

  "I've seen you about, of course, but if you hadn't come over, I'd never have placed you," said Rulla.

  "It's been a few years," admitted Garras, nudging the meat on his plate around with his fork. "What the

  hell's this supposed to be?" he asked, holding up a piece of gristle.

  "The supply ship's been delayed," said Rulla, pushing his plate aside. "We're getting the dregs. They lifted

  the black-out today, so it should arrive here tomorrow."

  "Thank the God for that!" said Garras, giving up on his meal, too. "Tallinu asked me to get a report from

  you. Any-thing interesting happening below decks?"

  "Depends what you call interesting," said Rulla. "I man-aged to get some planet leave in, so I ambled over to the shanty bar on the edge of the new space port. Did you know there are Keissian qwenes there?"

  "Qwenes? No, I didn't. Wait a minute. I remember Carrie telling us that some of their women went voluntarily to the Valtegan pleasure cities. I expect it's them. They wouldn't have been very popular with their own people after the Valtegans left."

  "Well, they're popular with our males," grinned Rulla. "In fact, one or two of the troopers have formed semipermanent relationships with them. All this is beside the point, though. From these females I found out that there's been a spate of thefts recently. Thefts of Sholan property. The qwenes weren't too happy about it as they were getting the blame. Then as suddenly as they started, they stopped."

  "Curious. What type of things were going missing?" asked Garras.

  "All sorts. Clothing, kit bags, personal mementos. A real mixture of goods."

  "Strange. Wonder why?"

  "Perhaps one of the females felt she needed the security of possessions she could sell."

  "Or someone wanted to create a new identity."

  Rulla frowned thoughtfully. "You think so? The thefts were random and spaced over several days. Therewas no pattern either to the type of goods taken or those they were stolen from."

  "Keep your ear to the ground on this one, Rulla. If it hap-pens again, let me know. Nobody's gone

  missing, have they? No one late back from leave?"

  "There are always people who dig their claws into the ground when it comes to returning to duty," he

  grinned. "That's nothing remarkable. What're you looking for?"

  "A male trying to pass himself off as someone else."

  "Oh? Who's that, then? This Chyad fellow?"

  Garras let his mouth open in a slight grin. "You're sharp today," he said. "Yes, Chyad. He was on thescouter that went down several days ago. He was reported dead, but we aren't so sure. Keep it toyourself, though."

  Rulla nodded. "Will do. It's good to see you and Kaid working together again. Tell him to rememberwhat I said. If you're with him, then I'm in too."

  Garras felt a shiver run down his spine. On the chair be-side him, the fur on his tail started to bush out. With an ef-fort of will, he forced himself to think calmly. "There's nothing happening, Rulla. We're merelydoing a job."

  Rulla gave a derisory snort. "Don't give me that crap, Garras. Think I'm a youngling, do you? I knowwhat's at stake here as well as you do, and I'm not prepared to back either Stronghold or the Telepaths. Just don't forget me, that's all I ask. You know I can be counted on."

  Garras stood up. "I'll tell Kaid what you said."

  * * *

  Carrie and Kusac were due to leave for Shola that day, on the craft which had brought the Earthdignitaries to Keiss.

  The treaty with Keiss was all but complete despite the minor delay encountered from those lately arrivedvia the Erasmus . Alien Relations had agreed to the inclusion of Blackwell so long as it was understoodthat they would deal only with the Terrans who had been running Keiss from the beginning. Thosehumans—now commonly referred to by all, including themselves, as Keissians—knew exactly howimportant the program to arm Keiss was, and they were more than capable of taking the hard decisionsnecessary to ensure this was done as quickly as possible.

  Alien Relations was now prepared to talk separately to the humans from Earth. After being virtuallyignored for the last two weeks, Earth was more than happy to talk to them.

  Carrie and Kusac had gone down to the viewing gallery in the main landing bay to watch them debark. Kusac noted with interest that like the Sholans, Terrans came in many sizes and colors. On Keiss he hadmet very few and they had been of the same basic stock as Carrie.

  She stood at Kusac's side watching the tiny figures scur-rying about loading fresh supplies.

  Kusac pointed to the craft, its sharp lines thrown into relief by the harsh landing bay lights. It seemed tobe crouching on the pad in front of the massive air lock as if impatiently waiting the command to take off.

  "That's the ship we'll be traveling on," he said.

  "It looks very small," she said dubiously.

  "Only because of the size of the landing bay," he said, putting an arm round her.

  She turned almond-slitted eyes to him. "I was just getting used to the Khalossa."

  "You'll like Shola, and once the Terrans start recruiting their Talented and sending them there, you won't

  feel so unique."

  She sighed. "I'm still not comfortable in human company, Kusac. Among Sholans I'm at ease; they don'tjudge me."

  "Not all humans do," said Kusac giving her a hug. "Look at Mito. She finally got her human male, didn't

  she?"

  Carrie grinned. "Anders? Yes, but it took her weeks of an-swering his questions about Shola first, andthen she still had to jump on him!"

  "Ah, your human reticence," sighed Kusac, turning away from the view and leading her back into the

  main part of the ship. "What's your opinion of the Keissian females, Meral?" he asked.

  "Near enough our own kind to be interesting, Liegen. There were a couple I had my eyes on during my

  one tour of duty on Keiss, but I didn't get the chance to even talk to them," he said regretfully.

  "Sevrin?"

 
"I haven't been down to Keiss, Liegen. The only Terrans I've met are those on the ship. Having read the commun-iques on interspecies relationships, I would be cautious about initiating a friendship, even if I did get the chance to meet them socially."

  "Wise," said Kusac, as they headed back to the elevator. "I hear they have foul tempers."

  "Kusac!" exclaimed Carrie, rising to the bait. Then she caught his mental laugh. "Really," she said, poking

  him in the ribs with her elbow.

  Kusac laughed. "You should know better by now," he said.

  Their personal possessions had already been packed and sent to the ship by Kaid.

  "We'll be able to have more clothes made for you on Shola," said Kusac confidently. "Clothes that fit you

  prop-erly rather than just wearing Sholan fashions that are too large for you."

  Carrie looked down at the long split-paneled tabard she wore over her trousers. It was the preferreditem of casual dress for Sholans when off duty.

  "I like these tabards," she said, touching the soft olive-colored fabric.

  "They're fine in the controlled environment of the ship," said Kusac looking critically at her, "but you don't

  need such long splits. In the winter, your legs will be cold."

  "What's the climate like on Shola?"

  "Where we're going, warmer than Keiss in the summer season, but the winter is bitter. We'll have more of your trousers made for you, and some long robes like those my mother wears. Shoes shouldn't be a problem since we can have your existing ones copied."

  "Where exactly on Shola are we going?"

  "To the main Telepath Guild at Valsgarth. The town's on the east coast of the major planetary land mass and adjoins my family's estate. The estate actually borders the sea. You'll like it there; plenty of good hunting." He stopped short, realizing she wouldn't be able to accompany him on a hunt.

  "There're many ways to hunt," said Carrie, putting a com-forting hand on his arm. "My ancestors

  managed quite well on two legs. We'll work out something."

  Kusac nodded, not completely convinced. He tried not to wonder how many more aspects of normal

  Sholan life would be denied to his human Leska and himself.

  He glanced at the timepiece on the wall. "I think you'd better finish dressing for the journey, it's almosttime to leave. Wear the purple cloak."

  "What will you wear, then?"

  "I'll wear the gray one," he said, handing her the cloak from the chair. "They know me. I want them to

  identify you as a telepath from the first."

  She nodded. "Will I be warm enough with just a shirt on underneath?" she asked.

  "We've got a couple of the padded jerkins for when we land on Shola. That's when you'll feel the cold.

  We won't be in the landing bay area long enough for it to matter here. Come on, time to go. My mother'smeeting us there," he said, walking to the bedroom door.

  Carrie took a last look round the room. He felt her sadness in leaving what had become their home overthe last few weeks. He went back, taking her by the hand and urging her gently to leave.

  / know, but come, we must leave now.

  Meral and Sevrin were waiting for them in the hallway.

  "Where's Kaid?" asked Carrie.

  "He's on board, making sure the suite is in order, Liegena," answered Meral.

  They took the elevator down to the lower levels of the ship, stepping out into the unheated air of thelanding bay. The metal floor was icy under Kusac's bare feet and reflex-ively his claws extended, hisfootsteps echoing as they walked over to the waiting craft.

  Carrie shivered, drawing the woolen cloak tighter.

  Once up the ramp and through the hatch, the warm air of the ship was a welcome relief. Kaid waswaiting to show them to their quarters.

  "The Clan Leader is waiting for you, Liegen," he said.

  "I'm afraid it isn't as spacious as the suite on the Khalossa, but it's adequate considering we'll only be

  using it for a week," he said, ushering them in.

  Rhyasha got to her feet as they entered. "I hope you don't mind me waiting in here, but I hate the sterileenvironment of the landing bay. It's so impersonal," she said, coming for-ward to greet them. Sheembraced Kusac first, then Carrie.

  "I wish I was coming with you," she said, wrapping Car-rie's arm through hers. "Unfortunately, I need to remain long enough to get the treaty with Earth off the ground. Once the preliminaries are over, then I can leave it to the AlRel peo-ple. Believe me, when that moment comes, I will be on the fastest ship home!"

  "How long do you think you'll be?" Kusac asked.

  "About another week, maybe two," she said, "I'll have to go now, I'm afraid," she said as they felt the vibration of the engines starting up. "Give your father and sisters my love," she said, drawing them both toward the corridor.

  Kusac, see you tell your father all about Carrie. I know you haven't done so yet, she sent as theywalked toward the hatchway.

  I'll tell him face-to-face, Mother, not from the safety of a comm.

  I understand, but I think you'd do better to tell him now.

  Rhyasha hugged them both again, then left.

  Silently, they made their way back to their rooms.

  "When do we leave?" Kusac asked Kaid as he helped Carrie off with her cloak.

  "In a quarter of an hour."

  "Has Vanna arrived yet?" asked Carrie, wandering around the room and opening the various doors that

  led off the small lounge.

  "Yes, Liegena. She's gone to check what medical facilities the ship carries."

  "Let's trust we don't need them," said Kusac. "What sleeping arrangements have you made?"

  "There are three bedrooms in the suite, Liegen. I have al-lowed one for you and the Liegena, one for Physician Vanna, and the last for us." He indicated himself and the two guards. "Your room has been fitted with a psychic inhibitor to make the journey more peaceful for you."

  Going to be cozy, Kusac sent to Carrie as he sat down.

  Only for a week.

  Kusac grunted.

  "We have to eat in the communal dining room," continued Kaid apologetically.

  "How many passengers?"

  "Another ten, Liegen. Those whose tour of duty is over."

  The door opened and Vanna entered. She was carrying a portable sampling unit along with her medikit.

  "More tests? How much longer will you be taking them?" asked Carrie, curling up beside Kusac on the

  settee.

  "Until I'm sure that your systems have stabilized," she re-plied, squatting down beside Kusac and opening

  the lid of the test unit.

  Kusac pulled up his shirt sleeve and laid his forearm along the hollowed recess. It fitted snugly against hisarm, leaving his wrist and hand free. Vanna closed the lid, latch-ing it in place and resting it on her knee.

  "I thought you said we were stable," said Kusac.

  "You are. I just want to take a routine weekly test for the next few months," she replied, checking the

  results on the display.

  She released the catch, opening a small panel beside the display to remove a tiny phial which she placedin her medikit. Moving over to Carrie, she held the unit open while the girl likewise bared her arm andplaced it in the recess.

  "I intend to have some energy scans done using the aura unit at your Guild House," said Vanna, waiting

  for Carrie's results to appear.

  "Why didn't you do them while we were here?" asked Kusac, pulling his sleeve back down.

  "They only have that particular equipment in the Telepath Guild," replied Vanna, unclipping the unit and taking out the second phial. "I thought you'd know it takes a medical tele-path to interpret the results, and they won't work outside the shielded confines of their guild. We have to send our pa-tients to them. I believe they also use the equipment in the early assessment and training of telepaths, don't they?"

  Kusac nodded. "They'll probabl
y use it on us to chart the extent of our Link and Carrie's Talents."

  A chime sounded in the suite. "Would all passengers please prepare for takeoff?" said an impersonalvoice.

  Vanna got to her feet. "I'll take these down to the lab after we're underway," she said, stowing the unitsafely in her kit.

  The trip was unremarkable except for its tediousness. Eventually, the ship docked at the space station inorbit above Shola. They transferred to a private shuttle and within an hour had landed at the spaceporton the planet.

  The hatch slid open onto a covered walk that led to an ar-rival lounge. Waiting for them was a smallparty of Sholans. The two in front wore Telepath colors and were flanked by two Warrior guards in fullceremonial uniform. As Kusac and Carrie stepped out into the waiting area, the dark-furred female Sholan launched herself into Kusac's arms.

  "Kusac! You're home at last! I've missed you," she said, her voice a velvety purr.

  "Taizia, I didn't expect to see you here," said Kusac, returning the hug and setting her down. He was

  aware of Carrie's reaction—a mixture of jealousy and curiosity.

  "Glad as I am to see you, have you forgotten your man-ners?" he asked the female sternly. "Have you no

  word for my Leska?"

  "I'm honored to meet you," she said, holding out her open palm in greeting while trying to peer

  surreptitiously inside Carrie's hood.

  Carrie lowered the hood, putting her palm on Taizia's as Kusac introduced her.

  "You'll have to forgive my sister. She was always the im-pulsive one," he said, "and short on manners!"

  Taizia ignored the comment and stared in frank curiosity at Carrie, who flinched slightly under herscrutiny. She turned to her brother. "You're right. She is pretty despite the species difference, and I likewhat I can feel of her mind."