Twilight Crossing. Susan Krinard

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      “He supports it, of course!”

      “And you’ve dedicated yourself to it, even though you’ve never had to deal with Opiri.”

      “My parents advocated for a new peace for many years. My mother spoke of it often, and wrote about it in the journal she left me.”

      “But you didn’t grow up with open war. At worst, Opiri and humans have lived in a state of cold war for most of your life.”

      “The Citadels stopped claiming serfs from our Enclave five year ago.”

      “And that’s why you think the Conclave can succeed.”

      “I know that not all Opiri are barbarians.”

      “In spite of your lack of experience?”

      She wished she could stand up and pace away her anger. “Why are you asking these questions? Have we given you any reason to doubt our commitment?”

      “I’d heard rumors that the San Francisco Enclave had reservations about this new effort.”

      “That’s outrageous,” she said, far more calmly than she felt. “You supposedly have no interest in the outcome of the Conclave. Is this some part of your job, to test how devoted we are to the Conclave’s goals?”

      His head came up sharply. “I only want to know more about you.”

      The intensity of his gaze made her feel dizzy and uncertain. “I told you,” she said. “There isn’t much to tell.”

      “I think you underestimate yourself,” Timon said. “What did you do when you weren’t in the lab? Did Greg take you out to dinner in one of your restaurants, or to walk by the Bay?”

      Back to Greg again, she thought.

      “You said you’d never been to San Francisco,” she said, changing the subject.

      “I did my research.” He looked away. “Did you ever have fun, Jamie?”

      “Of course I did. My parents were very cultured. My mother...” She swallowed. “Eileen saw the joy in everything, in every part of the world she saw in the lab or outside it. She died before my father, when I was still a child. He never told me how it happened, and he died when I was sixteen.”

      “I’m sorry. It must have been difficult to lose both your parents when you were young.”

      “And you...did you have a family, Timon?”

      “I was born in freedom, outside the Citadel,” he said. “My mother also died when I was very young.”

      “I’m sorry. Is your father—”

      A muscle twitched in his cheek. “He and his second wife are still living.”

      “But you’re not close to them.”

      “I’m a Rider. We put those relationships behind us when we join the Brotherhood.”

      “You ever see them?”

      “Not in fifteen years.”

      She touched his hand. “When did you join the Riders, Timon?”

      “I was seventeen.” He slid his hand out from under hers. “It’s not a very interesting story.”

      So he didn’t want to talk about his past, Jamie thought. “Did you run away?”

      “I was very young,” he said.

      Had something his parents done driven him away? Jamie wondered. Something trifling and foolish he’d never admit to? Or had it been a matter of youthful rebellion, the kind she’d never experienced?

      Had he had a choice to keep his family, when she’d been robbed of hers?

      “Your whole life is the Riders now,” she said.

      “Yes.”

      “Your freedom is very important to you, isn’t it?”

      “Yes. But we have our duties. Our leaders choose our assignments.”

      “And how do you choose your leaders? Do you fight for your positions, like the Opiri of the Citadels do?”

      “We don’t fight amongst ourselves,” he said, flashing her a reproachful look. “It’s a matter of consensus. Except in times of emergency, we hold elections. The highest-ranked Rider is called the captain. He arranges our hiring and holds ultimate authority over us.”

      “You’re the leader of a band. Have you ever wanted to be more?”

      “I wouldn’t want the responsibility.”

      Jamie realized that he was being completely honest. He liked his life simple, uncomplicated by binding relationships or the desire to control others.

      “Tell me more about your people,” she urged. “I already know you serve whoever hires you, regardless of their politics or race. What happens if—”

      Moving as quickly and effortlessly as always, Timon got to his feet. “If you’re all right,” he said, “I have another thing to take care of. It might require a little more time, if you think you can stay alone for a while.”

      “What is it?” she asked, sucking in her breath as she pushed herself a little more upright against the tree trunk.

      “Horses. Lazarus can’t carry us both for long stretches of time, so we’ll need another mount.”

      “You plan to go back to the tribesmen?” she asked in alarm.

      “No. I saw a small herd of horses not far from here. I’ll bring one of them in.”

      “A wild horse?”

      “I suspect they escaped from captivity not too long ago.”

      “And you think you can tame one well enough for me to ride it?”

      “You’ll be on Lazarus—when you’re ready to ride.” He went to saddle the horse and returned to her. “If I can’t get one by sunset, I’ll return.”

      Jamie gave no sign that she wished he would stay. Timon knew what had to be done, and she wouldn’t be any more of a burden on him than she had to be. If she didn’t want him to “heal” her with his bite, she had to do everything else possible to make sure they could move on a soon as possible.

      She only wished her leg wasn’t hurting quite so much.

      “Are you sure you’ll be all right?” he said, peering into her face.

      “I’ll just sleep,” she said with a smile. “Good luck.”

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