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→This set off another round of arguing between father and daughter with Santis pitching in.

→“The Council has summoned me back to Tython for a special mission,” Lanoree said. “It’s been four years since I’ve been back; it’s time.”

→Lanoree smiled. “And you,” she replied. The Je’daii then crossed to their waiting ships and took off into the star flecked skies.

→Hawk nodded. “I do, too, Ranger Brock. The Force be with you.”

→A small shadow passed over Lanoree’s face. “My brother used to look out at the stars and wonder if there was a way back to the rest of the galaxy. He was never very happy on Tython,” she said softly. She was quiet for a moment, then shook it off and said, “It was good working with you, Ranger Ryo. I look forward to the chance to do it again.”

→“I like to look out into the stars and meditate,” he said.

→“I’m heading out to Furies Gate,” replied Hawk. It was the outermost planet in the system. Great Generation ships left from the small world, seeking a path through the maze that was the Core and looking for ways back to the rest of the galaxy. The Settled Worlds jointly maintained a station there.

→Details were worked out, Hawk cleaned up, and the two Je’daii met at the spaceport to take leave of Zerist and of each other.

→* * *

→But the expressions on the two Je’daii firmly suggested that all sides accept the deal. Oma looked pleased; at least she wasn’t getting married.

→“I think this is a very reasonable suggestion,” Hawk added, equally pleasant.

→Very pleasantly, Lanoree spoke. “In other parts of the solar system, rival interests have a practice called fostering. I suggest you try it. Oma would become a foster child in the Santis household and Brom would be the same with the Dessains. Each would be treated as a full member of the family they are with. They would spend six months with one family and six months with the other. The workers would have a voice through Brom and Oma would learn firsthand about the workers’ lives.”

→“I think I may have another solution,” Lanoree said. “First, I’ll need their attention.” She shot her slugthrower three times into the air. And again, with the same effect.

→“If she doesn’t relent, the negotiations will likely collapse and everything we’ve done will be for nothing.”

→“Actually, my sympathies are with the girl. She shouldn’t be a clause in a treaty,” Lanoree murmured back.

→“This is breaking down quickly,” Hawk murmured.

→“I have a duty to myself! I don’t know this Brom, I don’t love him, and I won’t marry him to settle some dispute!”

→“You have your duty to the family!”

→Oma’s chin jutted out. “I mean I won’t marry him! No one asked me if I wanted to get married! I don’t and I won’t!”

→Oma Dessain stood alongside Hawk Ryo with the delegations on the island in the cavern. She, like him, was covered with ash, making her pale skin even whiter and powdering her dark hair the same hue. Free from her bonds, she stood glaring defiantly at her father.