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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
"Does that convince you that my Masters are to be obeyed? Be glad I didn't<br />
focus on your left testicle!"<br />
He was still spitting fury.<br />
"It proves nothing except you have a trick power. It doesn't make you Kane<br />
Ashford and the man I loved more than a brother!"<br />
Kane found his mouth shaping the words of a tongue he didn't know. Quetzal's<br />
voice softened. The angry glare in Obeid's eyes faded. He looked bewildered and then<br />
answered in the same language. Kane didn't understand but Quetzal did. He moved to<br />
Obeid's side and touched the wounded ear and then embraced him.<br />
Quetzal started to recede, back into his role of the watchful lodger. Kane<br />
started to shake like a leaf in the wind. His teeth chattered and Obeid eyed him with<br />
growing concern.<br />
"By the gods, Kane Ashford, you're a strange individual!"<br />
He gave a sharp order to Hammadi.<br />
"Don't sit there, boy! Get your father's Kous!"<br />
Hammadi moved gingerly. His look was a combination of awe and caution.<br />
The jolt of power he had taken must have been quite something. He draped the Kous<br />
around his father's shoulders. Obeid waved to the door.<br />
"Take your comrades and leave us."<br />
Hammadi looked doubtful but obeyed. Obeid turned to Kane who was<br />
beginning to emerge from the fit of the shakes.<br />
"You had no idea of what happened, do you?"<br />
Kane shook his head. He didn't much care what happened next.<br />
"I thought so. You spoke the language of the Home World. There are few who<br />
know it. It was the secret tongue of my father and all the commanders of the Fleet. We<br />
have always had our Siyulks, the whole operation of seeding the worlds seemed to<br />
create rebels and malcontents. The Commanders of each ship, and they alone, were<br />
taught the old language by those you call the Masters of Psi - the Unmentionable.<br />
They spoke to me through you and I answered them, through you. It does not concern<br />
you what they said to me, or I to them. Sufficient to say, I accept you as my brother,<br />
Kane Ashford!"<br />
Kane nodded, he was exhausted. Obeid pushed him back on the couch of hides<br />
and left him to sleep.<br />
He dreamed of Maia. He was home again, in the broad rolling lands of Lyot.<br />
He walked in the fields under their yellow sun and smelled the rich odour of the damp<br />
soil. He watched the Scarn labouring in the broad paths which ran between the rows<br />
of the oil-crop. Hairy brutes bent to their task. It was as it had been before.<br />
He walked through the door of a rambling house. A child ran to him and held<br />
out his arms to be lifted. He swung him up and he laughed with delight. Maia came,<br />
she was laughing and teasing him over something. He kissed her a little too<br />
passionately for the time of day and she ducked away laughing.<br />
The dream changed and they were laying on their bed and she was stroking his<br />
hair. He wanted her and murmured her name. Her hand seemed to hesitate for a<br />
moment and then it continued its gentle stroking. He was between waking and<br />
sleeping; between the familiar room and something different. He whispered.<br />
"Maia."<br />
The hand stopped and lifted from him as he opened his eyes. The inside of the<br />
tent was almost dark. The light of the red sun hardly penetrated the hide walls. The<br />
woman stood a little way from the couch. She was shrouded in a Kous and her face<br />
was in the shadow of its hood. Kane swung his feet around and sat on the side of the<br />
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