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effort, he met her glance. Though he was taller than the Concord average, he had to look up slightly. Her
eyes were neither purple nor blue but rather a restless combination of both, like Menx skies.
Suddenly Rhane sensed great age, an intuition that seemed to spread through him from the wrist
Meriel had held. He bowed to her in SiolтАЩs reflexive respect for longevity. Her fingertip touched his
forehead in proper response.
At the instant their flesh met, images passed too rapidly for Rhane to assess, yet somehow he knew
that she had answered all of the questions he was going to ask.
тАЬWhatтАФwho are you?тАЭ asked Rhane, struggling to control his voice.
тАЬIтАЩm a Carifil.тАЭ Meriel paused, then almost smiled when Rhane showed no comprehension. тАЬWait.тАЭ
She held up a long-fingered hand. тАЬThink about the word тАШCarifilтАЩ for a moment.тАЭ
Rhane thought. At first mere was only an inchoate sense of borrowed memory. He repeated the
word in his mind, trying to focus his thoughts. Knowledge crystallized, prismatic with the colors of a
thousand planets. Carifil. A combination of unusual mental gifts and unflinching discipline. Carifil came
from every planet but owed allegiance to none. Their loyalty was to the ideal of a Concord of Planets, a
Concord whose first article of faith was that each race had a unique, invaluable contribution to make to
the future of intelligent life, a contribution that must be nurtured and protected. That, at least, was the
ideal. The reality was sometimes a planet like Menx ....
тАЬMenx,тАЭ said Rhane. тАЬYouтАЩre here because I requested use of the Menx Access.тАЭ
тАЬYes.тАЭ Meriel paused. тАЬConcord made a mistake with Menx.тАЭ
тАЬA mistake? How?тАЭ
тАЬThatтАЩs what we want to know,тАЭ said Meriel dryly. тАЬIn two Centrex months, Menx will be
offeredтАФand will refuseтАФConcord membership. WeтАЩll survive that, naturally. But Menx wonтАЩt.тАЭ
тАЬScavengers,тАЭ said Rhane, distaste flattening the customary depth of his voice.
тАЬExactly. Once MenxтАЩs Century of Protection endsтАЭтАФlong fingers hesitatedтАФтАЬthe Menx Access will
be destroyed and the planet will be abandoned. Scavengers will come down in lightships. Menx is
temperate, varied and metal-rich. A prize for cultures that require conquest or expansion or simply
change.тАЭ
Unconsciously, Rhane moved his head in a curt gesture of rejection. Like the Carifil, he believed that
each planet, each culture, was both pragmatically and philosophically vital to the Concord.
тАЬWhy?тАЭ demanded Rhane. тАЬWhy would Menx refuse to join the Concord?тАЭ
тАЬWe donтАЩt know.тАЭ
тАЬWhat about their TтАЩaeln mentor? CanтАЩt Lor Jastre influence his Menx wards to accept Concord?тАЭ
Elegant fingers moved ambiguously. MerielтАЩs eyes shifted from blue to near-purple, reminding Rhane
vividly of MenxтАЩs twilight skies.
тАЬThe TтАЩaeln mentor is trying to convince the Concord that Menx should be proscribed or at least
prohibited until the source of Menx melting sickness is understood and eradicated. Thus, the question of
MenxтАЩs acceptance or rejection of Concord would not arise,тАЭ she said.
Rhane tried not to think of Cezine, his half brother, melting into shapelessness and death, his last
moments lost forever on an abandoned planet. The womanтАЩs lips shaped another sad smile. She spoke in
a language Rhane had never heard, and her fingers rested for an instant on his wrist. Comfort spread
from her touch, radiating through him.
тАЬI know,тАЭ she said softly, sadly. тАЬYour half brother melted on Menx.тАЭ
тАЬHe was alone,тАЭ said Rhane. тАЬNo en Jacaroen was there to bring his last cup or his death moments
back to Siol. No en Jacaroen has even stood where Cezine died.тАЭ
RhaneтАЩs hands flexed in unconscious emotion. When he realized what he was doing, he concealed his
hands in the enormous pockets of his Siolan desert shirt.
тАЬI doubt that anyone but an en Jacaroen could appreciate what CezineтАЩs unrecorded death means to
the en Jacaroen nation,тАЭ Rhane said carefully. тАЬAnd to Siol. The lack of CezineтАЩs death moments
threatens our very history. ItтАЩs a loose thread that could unravel everything back to the beginning of time.
No en Jacaroen has ever died so ... alone.тАЭ