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Apollo hears a low, wretched moan from somewhere in the room but
he ignores it and lightly touches Starbuck's lifeless cheek, causing a bit of
his charred flesh to flake off. He's always been a strong man, but he can't
prevent that low, anguished cry that escapes his throat or even the tear
that falls.

The sound of his own misery woke him.

Apollo blinked, looked around his darkened chambers, caught
somewhere in the borderless place between waking and dreaming,
confused by the morbid keening sound that woke him. As in his dream, he
realized that he was the source of that sound, giving time an odd sense of
folding back upon itself. And then the entire dream came flooding back,
too much like a premonition, and his heart smashed against the walls of
his chest like an avion banging against the bars of its cage.

It only a dream, of course, but Apollo still caught himself glancing
quickly around the darkened cabin, as if the funeral bier would somehow,
illogically, materialize in the room with him.

"Commander?"

The door to Apollo's sleep-chambers whisked open and Gar'Tokk
bustled in, the muscles of his big frame coiled and ready for action. The
Borellian Noman palmed the lights, filling the cabin with a cool, efficient,
shadowless glow.

"Gar'Tokk?" Apollo murmured, his voice still thick with sleep, his eyes
squinted against the light. "What?"

"I heard you cry out," the Borellian explained, relaxing a bit, but his
eyes still surveyed the room for signs of hidden treachery. "And, since you
did not retire for the night with female companionship, I assumed your
moan was not one of pleasure."

Apollo allowed himself a slight chuckle. "I'm fine," he told his
bodyguard. Gar'Tokk's thick, beetled brow creased slightly. "Just a
nightmare."

He threw his warmers back and swung his legs over the edge of his
sleeping module to the floor.

The Noman frowned. "The last time I heard anyone moan like that,"
Gar'Tokk said, "was a human warden we tortured. Nomen," he added
pridefully, "suffer their pain with silent dignity."

Apollo smiled and said nothing. If you only knew, he thought. If you
only knew.
CHAPTER ONE