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We value you,” she said. “Our compass. Our true lodestone of virtue.” “One is glad of some usefulness, aiji-ma.” He was not comforted. The old spark … - C. J. Cherryh
" "We value you,” she said. “Our compass. Our true lodestone of virtue.”
“One is glad of some usefulness, aiji-ma.” He was not comforted. The old spark had entered the dowager’s eye this morning, ever since that turn of events in the camp. Ilisidi in this mode was dangerous. Lethal.
And sometimes frighteningly honest. She reached out a hand and touched his arm.
“Protect the truth, paidhi-ji. Do not swerve from that. We wondered when, not if, you would come to consult us about the future.”
His face still burned.
“And what future, aiji-ma? One regrets not to know, but one has no understanding at all.”
“Nor will you. Nor can you. Nor can we. We will know when we see Tatiseigi.
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About C. J. Cherryh
C. J. Cherryh (born Carolyn Janice Cherry on 1 September 1942) is an American science fiction and fantasy author.
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