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  Holding onto the collar's loop, Jeran turned to his friends. "If you don't come out yourselves, they'll use the prods," he said. "Tallis, help Miroshi."

  Tesha was next out, stumbling as she stepped out onto the hard concrete pavement. A chain noose was immediately slipped over her head and she was dragged clear of the exit. Clinging to Tallis, Miroshi staggered out, holding onto the cage doorway for support.

  "What's wrong with her?" demanded Neban, reaching out to pull her away from Tallis.

  "Don't touch her!" exclaimed Tallis, trying to fend him off. Two prods hit him simultaneously and he collapsed to the ground mewling and writhing in agony.

  "Please, leave her," said Jeran, forcing himself to remain still. "She's a telepath. When anyone touches her, she knows their thoughts. The Valtegans hurt her badly— she can't stand being touched again."

  "Mind readers?" exclaimed Neban, letting his hand drop. "How many of you are mind readers?" he demanded.

  "Only two," answered Jeran. "Tallis is the other." He pointed to where Tallis lay on the ground curled in a fetal position, moaning.

  Neban grunted. "She ill?"

  "No, just weakened by their mental brutality. All she needs is food and time for her mind to heal. Let me carry her," Jeran said. "She can tolerate my touch."

  "What about him?" Neban pointed at Tallis.

  "They weren't so hard on him. He's stronger than Miroshi."

  "You," said Neban, pointing to Tesha, "You help him. Put the collar on him."

  Tesha took the collar from the handler, and bending down, slipped it round Tallis' neck, then helped him to his feet.

  The prod shock was beginning to wear off now, and though still in pain, Tallis was able to stand.

  Neban turned back to Jeran. "You can see to the other woman," he said, handing him the last collar.

  Jeran looked at his handler, making sure the leash was slack before he stepped over to Miroshi.

  "They'll let me carry you," he said quietly as he slipped the loop over her head. "If they see how weak you are, it might ensure us better treatment."

  She nodded, shivering as he had when the chain fell round her throat. Putting her hand up to touch it, she looked up at him. "This is it, isn't it, Jeran? We've no chance of being rescued, have we? We're going to die on this Godsforsaken world, aren't we?" Tears began to fill her eyes.

  Jeran bent to pick her up. She hardly weighed anything, he realized with a shock. "Don't give up hope, Miroshi," he whispered. "They'll not give up on us, believe me."

  "Have you looked at the sky?" she whispered, her mouth close to his ear. "I don't recognize the stars, Jeran! If we don't know where we are, how can they?"

  He had no answer to give her as he turned round to face Neban.

  CHAPTER 2

  Konis Aldatan, blithely unaware of the incidents spanning the early hours of that morning, hesitated before switching off his comm. For no reason he could fathom, he keyed in Kaid's number.

  A few moment's delay, then his son's aide answered. "Clan Lord, what can I do for you?"

  Konis hesitated, wondering if he was about to make a fool of himself. "Ah, Kaid," he began, his ears betraying him by the faintest flicks of embarrassment. "Governor Nesul has appointed me to be in charge of anomalous Leska pairs, like my son and Carrie. My work will be based at the Telepath Guildhouse in Valsgarth. I'm about to go there now to notify Guild Master Esken in person of the Governor's appointment, and ..." He faltered, unsure how to phrase his request.

  "T'Chebbi will be ready to accompany you within five minutes, Clan Lord," said Kaid. "Shall I have her meet you in your office, or would you prefer her to bring an aircar to the main entrance?"

  Konis could feel the tension flow out of him as Kaid spoke. "Tell me I'm being foolish, Kaid," he said abruptly, watching the other for signs of his reaction.

  "I wish I could, Clan Lord," said Kaid. "Unfortunately, I think you're wise to have an escort of T'Chebbi's caliber. Your appointment will not be ... popular in certain circles. While I don't think for an instant anyone would seriously attempt to harm you, it might be as well if I found you a permanent aide to help you in much the same way as I help your son and bond-daughter."

  He agrees with me! thought Konis as he stared at the impassive face before him. What is happening to us when I'm afraid to visit my own Guild without an armed escort? He felt the fur on his neck and shoulders start to rise. With an effort he pushed his anger aside. It served no useful purpose at this time and would only distract him from the business at hand.

  He nodded. "See to it, if you please, Kaid." He paused. "It seems we could do with someone in charge of security for the whole household," he said bitterly.

  "I would consider that a wise decision, Clan Lord," said Kaid, one ear flicking in agreement. "My own duties prevent me from taking on such a responsibility, but I can certainly find someone with the expertise you require."

  "The world's gone mad," muttered Konis, half to himself.

  "No, Clan Lord," said Kaid. "The world is finally beginning to come to its senses."

  Konis looked sharply at him but as always, Kaid's features and mind were impassive. "Have T'Chebbi meet me at the front," he said. "Contact your person and have him take charge of security. Keep me informed of what's needed."

  He cut the connection, staring at the screen for several moments before he shook his head and got to his feet.

  * * *

  T'Chebbi brought the aircar down in the parking area by the medical center.

  "We'll leave the vehicle here until I've checked up on those kitlings," Konis told her.

  T'Chebbi nodded, securing the instrument panel before getting up. "As you wish, Clan Lord," she said.

  Konis glanced back at her as he stepped out of the aircar. "T'Chebbi, as my aide, I expect you to talk to me, to offer advice, and to deal with Esken's people if they start troubling me, not to just stand there like some threatening statue! You do know the protocol, don't you? I presume Kaid wouldn't have suggested you otherwise."

  T'Chebbi's nose wrinkled, then her mouth opened slightly. "You want me to be your aide for today?" she asked.

  Konis frowned. "Isn't that what I've just said?"

  She nodded. "As the Clan Lord wishes," she said, her tone this time holding an undercurrent of amusement.

  As she stepped out of the aircar, Konis looked at her again, wondering briefly if Kaid had made an error in judgment. She looked like exactly what she was— a bodyguard.

  To start with, she only came up to his shoulder. Icy gray eyes, now with a glint of humor in them, regarded him calmly. Her pelt, longer than usual for most Sholans, was a brindled color. It was contrasted by her long, dark hair which she wore in a single, thick plait. Like Kaid, she was of Highland stock.

  At the entrance to the medical unit, T'Chebbi held the auto-doors open for Konis to enter while she glanced round the waiting area. At the reception counter, again she preceded him.

  "Clan Lord Aldatan wishes to see the cubs brought in from the Ghuulgul desert three weeks ago," she said. "Where are they?"

  The nurse on duty opened his mouth in shock, staring at T'Chebbi dressed in her active Brotherhood grays. A long knife mounted on a shoulder baldric was visible just above her shoulder, and at her waist hung a modern energy pistol.

  "The Clan Lord waits," she said, her voice dropping to a low rumble.

  "You can't go in dressed like that," he said, eyes flicking round the room, looking vainly for a superior to deal with this problem. "We don't allow weapons in here. This unit is part of the Telepath Guild, you know."

  T'Chebbi leaned forward to pick up the comp pad that lay in front of him.

  "Hey, you can't do that! That information is confidential!"

  A couple of keystrokes and she had the information she needed. "Not from the Clan Lord," said T'Chebbi, sliding it back across the counter to him. She turned to Konis. "I know where, Liege," she said, indicating a door to their right.

  Konis followed her d
own the main corridor until they came to a junction to the left. As they turned down there, T'Chebbi fell behind him moments before he heard the sound of running feet.

  "Third door on the right, Liege," said T'Chebbi. "I'll stay outside."

  Somewhat nonplussed, Konis nodded, and increasing his walking pace, was in the room and closing the door behind him before he heard the raised voices.

  At the center of the room, sitting on a large floor cushion, were the kitlings. Two small faces looked up curiously at him as he lowered his mental shield. He needed to pick up all the information he could from them before the hospital staff interrupted him.

  "Hello," said the young female.

  Konis moved farther into the room, squatting down on his haunches so his face was level with theirs. "Hello," he said. "You're... Jinoe?" He turned to look at the young male. "And you're Rrai, aren't you?"

  Hazel eyes, large in the narrow face, looked warily at him. Rrai nodded, trying hard to prevent his ears from folding sideways with apprehension as he pushed himself upright.

  "You're the Clan Lord, aren't you? They're saying you shouldn't be in here," he said with a faint grin as he inclined his head toward the door.

  "You want to know if we're better, don't you?" Jinoe asked. "Mostly it just itches now, it doesn't hurt."

  He looked back at the young female. Like her Leska, she was wire-thin, her dark eyes large and full of ... a soul-deep hurt ... something no young one should know.

  He'd hardly framed his next question in his mind before they cautiously and rather stiffly got to their feet and turned round for him to examine their backs. His reaction to the partly healed cuts caused by their flogging was so well concealed that Jinoe, concerned at the time he was taking, turned round.

  "It's all right, isn't it? They said we were healing well," she said, an anxious expression on her face, ears twitching apprehensively.

  "You can sit down again, cubs," said Konis gently, reaching out with his fingertips to touch Jinoe's cheek in reassurance. "They're telling you the truth. Your backs are healing beautifully."

  While they sat down, Konis deftly probed round the edges of their minds, trying to gauge the depth and nature of their Link. What he found puzzled him. This was no ordinary Leska Link.

  Jinoe reached out to touch Konis. "Your son is the one with the Keissian Leska, isn't he?" she asked.

  "They think we can't hear them, but we can," said Rrai as he cautiously lowered himself to the floor again. "They think our Link is like your son's."

  "What's she like, the human?" asked Jinoe. "Is she like us?"

  "Ah ..." Konis was momentarily stuck for words. "Quite like us," he said.

  "But no tail," said Rrai, flicking his across both his and Jinoe's laps.

  "No tail," agreed Konis, trying to stop his mouth from opening in a smile.

  "Can we get to meet her?" Jinoe asked, regarding Konis soulfully.

  "Quite probably," he said. "Who's teaching you to understand your Link?"

  Rrai shook his head. "No one. They come and test us, then get us to mind talk to them ..."

  "... And send pictures to them, but no teaching," added Jinoe. "Are we doing it right?"

  "I'm sure you are," he said, mentally drawing on them, trying to get more information. "What else do you do? Have you got a comm?" he asked, looking round the sparsely furnished room. The floor was scattered with large, soft cushions. At least the unit was making some concessions to their desert lifestyle.

  "A comm? Why would we have a comm?" asked Jinoe, her nose wrinkling in surprise. "Only Clan Leader Ghomig has one."

  "So you can learn or be entertained," said Konis. "With a comm you can access the library and have any book you want— stories or books of knowledge. Or listen to the storytellers on the entertainment channels."

  "Can you get us one?" asked Jinoe.

  Konis touched her face again fleetingly before he got to his feet. "I'll see one is brought to you as soon as possible. I have to go now, but I'll be back to see you before I leave," he said. "I'll start teaching you myself."

  Rrai grinned, tail tip flicking with pleasure. "That will be good," he said. "Oh, they've sent for Khafsa. He'll be mad at you for coming in. We aren't allowed visitors, not even my mother," he said sadly.

  "I can deal with Khafsa," said Konis, suppressing his anger at the insensitivity of the staff looking after the two cubs. "I'll also make sure your mother gets to visit you every day. I have to go now, but I'll call in before I leave to make sure they've brought you a comm unit," he said, turning to go.

  "Thank you," said Rrai.

  In the corridor, T'Chebbi was glowering at the two orderlies in front of her.

  Konis lowered his ears in anger and advanced on them, eyes narrowed and teeth visible. "I'm going to see Master Esken. In two hours I will return and by then, these cubs had better have a decent-sized comm unit installed and working. You will also contact Rrai's mother and tell her she can visit the cubs daily from now on. Do you understand me?"

  "But Clan Lord, Physician Khafsa is in charge of them and..."

  "I want no excuses!" Konis snarled. "How dare you treat those two young people as if they were laboratory animals! I will hold you personally responsible if my orders have not been carried out!"

  "But Physician Khafsa ..." began the other.

  "Can await my return!" Pushing them aside, he strode down the corridor. T'Chebbi at his heels.

  He was seething with anger. "T'Chebbi, use your wrist comm to contact my home and request that Physician Kyjishi access the Telepath Guild's medical records of those two cubs now. She's to use the comm in my office."

  Ahead of them, Physician Khafsa, accompanied by an orderly, was waiting for them. As Konis and T'Chebbi swept past them, the physician reached out to touch him.

  "Clan Lord ..." he began.

  As Konis flinched in anticipation of the contact, he caught T'Chebbi's movement from the corner of his eye. Khafsa was sent spinning backward till he hit the wall.

  "Don't presume to touch the Clan Lord," hissed his aide over her shoulder. "You know the law!" The brief interchange hadn't even caused T'Chebbi to break her stride.

  Quick on the heels of Konis' uncharacteristic flash of pleasure at the doctor's discomfiture came the knowledge that a few months ago, this situation could never have occurred. Or could it? For people like Khafsa to behave in this fashion, there had to have been a gradual assumption of powers and authorizations outside the norm. He had the horrible feeling that fur was being rubbed from a raw spot, revealing the infected sore beneath. He pushed the uncomfortable thought to the back of his mind. If that was so, then time would tell.

  * * *

  As he approached Guild Master Esken's office, he saw Senior Tutor Sorli standing waiting outside. Well, it was no more than he expected. His anger alone had been enough to announce his presence to the ever-vigilant Esken. Konis stopped beside him.

  "Clan Lord Aldatan," said Sorli, crossing his forearms in front of his chest and bowing low. "We are honored by your visit. Master Esken asked me to wait for you and inquire whether you would drink c'shar with him."

  "Not c'shar, coffee," he said, watching Sorli's startled expression. Time for him to state where his own loyalties lay— with his family. "I'm sure you have some. Please ensure it's of the correct strength."

  Sorli stilled his ears as he reached for the door handle. "Your aide can accompany me to the staff lounge while you are with the Guild Master, Clan Lord."

  "My aide will remain with me," said Konis in a tone that brooked no argument.

  Again the startled flick of Sorli's ears. "As you wish, Clan Lord," he murmured, opening the door for them.

  The Guild Master looked up from his desk as they entered. "Konis. How nice to see you," he said, getting to his feet and coming out from behind his desk. He gestured to the comfortable seats by the fireside. "Please, sit. Apart from seeing our new Leska cubs, what brings you to the Guild?"

  As T'Chebbi took up a guar
d position by the door, Konis reached inside his overrobe taking an official document out of his inner pocket. "This is from Governor Nesul," he said, sitting down on the single chair opposite Esken's usual one. "It's my official appointment as Consolidator of the Specialized Leska Unit."

  Esken turned the letter over in his hands, making no attempt to open it. "So, the Governor has given our work here official status. And he wishes you to be the titular head. That's no bad thing. It'll give public credence to what we're doing."