IV
Young Master Avnar and other male
members of House Avnar with powers gathered around the old table that
had been used to plan things for generations.
“Why are we still here?”
One of the men asked. Burk Avnar was a barbarian of a man and looked
the part with his wild beard and large frame. “The action is on
Brevick and we're here in neutral territory where nothing is being
done!”
Master Avnar sighed. “I would give
anything to be able to knock down a couple of houses near here and
get it all over with. But we know doing such a thing would be the end
of the great houses and the whole system that's been built up since
the colonies landed.”
A dapper, slim figure wearing all black
leaned forward and said “The patriarch of the family must stay
here, by the law, but the rest of us can be sent to Brevick or any
other colony. We have many properties and business dealings on
Brevick that need to be protected.”
“We were told that Marlton and the
others were invincible, that the other houses had no powerful enough
members to stop them.” said one chubby man in a suit, Gan. “We
even breathed easier when we learned that the only two Halik
loyalists with power were killed. How have we lost Brevick?”
Others
assented to the question.
“We
haven't lost Brevick, yet. Marlton is still alive and the other
houses have not been strong enough to consolidate their base of
power. The situation is still in flux.” Young master Terk Avnar
told the others, and then he smiled. “As a matter of fact, Gannie,
I'm thinking of going myself.”
“But
that's not possible. When you accepted the mantle and title of your
father you became anchored to this world and even this wretched
little village.” The man in the suit responded, still chewing on
the food he had eaten.
“That
is why I am going to temporarily surrender the title to you.”
There
was shock in the room. Every one of the others were surprised.
Everyone tried to shout over everyone else.
“The
rest of us will go and restore order on Brevick.” Terk Avnar said,
“We will leave in two days time, everyone be prepared.”
After
they left the conference room Dostin had some questions.
“Do
you really trust your uncle Gan that much?” Dostin asked.
“Gan
has never been anything but scrupulous when it came to the finances
of House Avnar, I think I can trust him long enough to put Brevick to
rights.” Terk Avnar told his bodyguard. “Besides the others will
be with me, Gan will be nothing again once we return.”
V.
Jon Halik lay on his bed with his back
to the door, reading from a book when Seri knocked and pushed the
door open.
“Father?”
He responded with a hrmph sound, which
sounded like permission to enter to the girl. She approached the bed
and addressed her fathers back.
“There is something I need to tell
you, father.” She began and then searched for the words,
“Grandfather says it would cheer you up to know, but, I don't
know.”
The book closed and her father turned
to face her.
“My dear Seri, what are you trying to
say?” he asked, seeming amused.
“I have a power, father. I apologize
for not telling you sooner.” She told him and watched the changes
in his face, the surprise, the embarrassment, the pride, the worry
all making appearances. Finally, he looked at her again and nodded,
“I see. Thank you for telling me, Seri.”
It seemed that he thought this talk was
over.
“Aren't you curious as to what kind
of power?” She asked, “Or why I've decided to tell you now?”
He sighed, “I'm not someone who
thinks so slowly. I can guess that you've inherited one of your
grandparents powers and that you think you can do something on
Brevick. Which is impossible.”
“Grandfather says he doesn't
recollect anyone in the family having the power to freeze.” Seri
told him, causing him to rub his chin. “Also, I do think I should
go to Brevick.”
“Out of the question, Seri. You are
not to even think about trying to get involve in the fighting, you
are too young and untrained.” her father said, although she would
have bet that being trained would have made no difference in his
attitude.
“Good night, father.” She said as
she left. Seri had already decided that she would find a way to reach
Brevick before she reached her own chamber. The question was how to
do that without being caught. Each of the great houses had ships
docked at High Port, but there was no Halik working on the orbital
station at present.
There was a Benjamin Croce and they
were allies, presently. Seri would have to bring a Croce into her
trust and persuade them to give her clearance and transport to the
High Port without alerting her father or grandfather.
Early the next morning Seri was out and
about the township and wasn't surprised to find Mars Croce loading a
wagon at the Croce warehouse. She nodded to herself and walked right
up to the large young man.
“Hello Mars, it's been a while since
we've spoken,” Seri said in as friendly a voice she could muster in
the cold.
The young man looked surprised to be
addressed. “Oh, hello there Seri Halik, why are you here?”
She smiled, “I have a business
proposal for your father, Nehemiah Croce. I need to speak with him
about an urgent matter.”
The large man scratched his head and
looked around, “My father doesn't really want visitors, Seri, he
rarely ever leaves the house without bodyguards these days. What with
the troubles on some of the other worlds.”
“I'm sure you know all about that,
Mars. You are much more intelligent than your father gives you credit
for.” Seri told him, he was starting to blush a bit, “By the way,
where are these crates and barrels going?”
“Oh, these are going to High Port and
from there to Brevick.”
Not doing a good job of containing
herself she burst out, “That's perfect. Mars, maybe you can help me
instead of your father.”
He seemed confused, “Me? How could I
help you? With what?”
“I'll accompany you to the loading
port and I'll tell you my idea on the way.” She said taking a hold
of one of his thick arms.
…
“Go to Brevick?” Mars asked, “Are
you insane? This is just cargo, you can't sneak into the cargo hold
and survive the trip. The hold is filled with argon for the passage
through trans space.”
She hadn't known that.
“Your family owns the lift ship,
yes?” She asked, he nodded. “Your family also owns the transport
that will go to Brevick, right?”
He wiped his face, “Seri, are you
trying to get us both arrested or killed?”
“You are a Croce, those crewmen work
for you. You are their master.” She explained, “Certainly they
will follow your orders if you tell them to give me passage.”
He closed his eyes, “Then what? You
will have no documents on High Point, you won't be welcome there.”
“Your uncle Benjamin works on the
station, I'm sure he can figure out something. After all, our
families are allies are we not? Our families are taking back Brevick
together, correct?” Seri told him, she could tell he was falling
for her manipulations, “Who knows, maybe our fathers will decide to
arrange a marriage...”
The wallmen at the gate to the liftport
paid no attention to Seri, despite it being rare to see anyone
traveling with Mars Croce before.
“I expected some questions,” she
admitted.
“They are very loyal, my family
controls the liftport.” He told her, with a wink, “It drives the
House Avnar batty though.”
Her first sight of the liftship came as
the wagon turned the corner. It wasn't as large as she had expected,
there was no way anyone could stowaway on the thing without being
noticed. It looked like a big round snail's shell, but painted white
with a hatch and small windows at the front. A hatch opened on the
side and robotic arms lifted the crates and barrels to pack inside
the hold.
“It's not as I expected, Mars. Don't
you think you could figure a way to get me on that transport to
Brevick?” She asked, squeezing his arm and laying her head on his
broad shoulder.
“I'll be in so much trouble if I do,
I'd have to go with you.” Mars told her.
Seri was confused for a moment before
her expression brightened, “Does that mean you can do it? Will I
have time to get my things?”
He sighed, “You really mean this?
There's no time to get things, it's leaving very soon.”
She sighed and nodded, “Then let's
go. We will keep Brevick free!”
He shook his head, “I just want to
keep my hide intact.”
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