L. E. Modesitt by The Octagonal Raven

Author:The Octagonal Raven
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-01-09T09:26:12+00:00

“Such as a schoolmate … you saw him at the reception.”

“I saw several.”

“Eldyn.” The name was offered not quite reluctantly.

“Eldyn? I can’t reach him. All my codes …” I stopped and watched her face.

“That is not surprising. I think I can help there.” She paused, but not enough for me to ask how, not without running over her words. “You never answered why you came searching for me, since no one suggested it.”

“You’re not exactly answering my questions,” I pointed out.

“That is true. Answer my last question, and I’ll help you find your answers.”

I wondered about her wording, but I couldn’t exactly force her to come up with answers when I didn’t know enough to ask intelligent questions. “To find answers.”

She shook her head. “Are you sure?”

I spread my hands. “I’m not sure of anything — except that I’m in the middle of something a great deal larger than I am, without the slightest idea why.”

“Without the slightest idea why?” Elysa emphasized the word “slightest” with the gentlest of ironic twists.

I laughed. “I have more than enough speculations. It’s becoming clear that I’m an obstacle in someone’s efforts to gain power, and possibly control of UniComm or more, but I don’t have the faintest idea why all this is happening.”

“Why don’t you have a drink while I pull on some clothes more suited to a short trip. Would you prefer Grey tea or verdyn?”

I nodded. She had definitely been briefed on my habits. “The Grey tea.” My body wasn’t even sure what time of day it was.

She slipped out of the chair and headed toward the kitchen-like corner of the single large room. I had the feeling that her quarters were little more than two rooms and a bath/fresher, with the small courtyard garden to my left.

“What matters?” I asked, picking up on her earlier observation. “What matters have developed?”

“Have you watched the news in the last few hours?” she replied without turning.

“No. Between catching one tube train and another, and then trying to find your house …”

She slipped the tea and a steaming danish on a blue and white porcelain plate onto the woven blue mat on the table beside me. “The danish is just a standard replicator dish. I doubt you’d like most of what else is programmed there.”

“Heziran food?”

“That and Sinese.”

I sipped the Grey tea. “Why did you ask about the news?”

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