by Ann Wilson
wasn't at all surprised that his shipwas met by the IBC Emperor Barton, or that Ranger Ariel invited him andNevan aboard.
The two went alone, without the escort that normally accompanied aclan-chief anywhere outside his clan's territory. Ryan had decided touse his cruiser because it seemed proper to return James' littlecourier ship as well as his personal belongings; when they landed thetiny Imperial vessel aboard its huge sister ship, they were met by anhonor guard of Marines in what Medart had described as their"ceremonials," what they called dress blues. The Marines escorted themdirectly from the lander bay to a room with a semi-circular tablefacing a large viewscreen, where Ariel was waiting.
She rose to greet them. "Welcome to the Empire, gentles. I understandyou came to return Ranger Medart's effects in person; that wasconsiderate of you."
"We do so to honor Prince James," Ryan said. "And it would seem wegrant him greater honor than you do. He owed this universe nothing,since he was pulled without consent from his own; he had every right torefuse you any service. Yet he endured much pain and finally lost hislife in the effort to preserve you and give us new opportunities."
Ariel nodded, and Ryan was pleased to see she had the grace to lookregretful. "We didn't want to draft anyone, but you were pushing us sohard we didn't see any alternative--you'd already cost us half ourRangers and best magicians."
"That's no excuse," Nevan said. "What if his own universe needed him,perhaps to fight the Ravagers he told us about? What if it needs himin the future, after you brought him here to his death?"
"If you're trying to make me feel guilty," Ariel said, "you're toolate. As soon as I saw your broadcast of his duel and the mercyClan-chief Ryan gave him, I contacted His Majesty; I'll be deliveringRanger Medart's belongings and your tape personally to his Emperor--andI will remain in Alpha Prime to take his place. It will be difficultfunctioning without magic, but most universes manage; I'll learn tocope."
Nevan bowed, his expression chagrined. "In that case I spoke toohastily, Highness. Will you accept my apology?"
"Of course, warrior." Ariel paused, then looked wistful. "Once I getthere, I doubt very much I'll be able to find out what's going on backhere--can you give me any idea whether or not the Sandemans here willaccept citizenship?"
Nevan glanced at Ryan, then turned back to the Ranger. "I can't speakfor anyone else, Highness, but James' actions in bringing peace, andnow your willingness to take his place, have made my own decision easy.I wish to accept citizenship and apply for a position in whateversegment of your military is most likely to see combat."
Ryan nodded agreement. "My responsibilities as clan-chief prevent mefrom joining the military, but I concur with the warrior Nevan: I alsowish to accept citizenship, and I will recommend to my clan and theother chiefs that they do so as well."
"Thank you both. That's a considerable relief." Ariel smiled at them."I'm looking forward, now, to working with your counterparts in my newhome. I have the transfer spells ready, and I'd prefer to get startedwithout delay, so if you'll give me James' effects, I'll be on my way."
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