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  The study door opened, and Cohanna marched in like a grenadier with a delicate, white-haired woman whose aged eyes were remarkably like Jiltanith’s. Isis Tudor was over ninety, and there’d been no bio-enhancement for the Terra-born in her girlhood. By the time it became available, her body was too old and fragile for full enhancement, and age pared away more of her strength with every year. Yet there was nothing wrong with her mind, and the enhancement she could tolerate gave her an energy at odds with her growing frailty.

  Jiltanith stood to embrace her while Cohanna met Colin’s gaze with an edge of challenge and four black-and-tan dogs followed her through the door. They moved in formation, with a most undoglike precision, and arranged themselves in a neat line as they sat on the rug.

  They looked, Colin thought, like fireplugs on legs. Tinker Bell’s pups had been sired by a pedigreed rottweiler, and the lab side of their heritage was scarcely noticeable. They had a solid, squared-off appearance, with powerful muzzles, and the biggest must have massed almost sixty kilos.

  He studied them for signs of the changes Cohanna had wrought. There weren’t many. The massive rottweiler head was perhaps a little broader, with a more pronounced cranial bulge, though he doubted he would have noticed without looking for it, yet there was something. And then he realized. The eyes fixed upon him with unwavering attention betrayed the intelligence behind them.

  “All right, Colin.” Cohanna’s voice wrenched his attention from the dogs. “You wanted to see them. Here they are.”

  He looked up quickly, but her expression gave him pause. He was accustomed to her testiness, but her dark eyes were fierce. This, he realized with a sinking sensation, was no bloodless project for her.

  “Sit down, ’Hanna,” he said quietly, and knelt before the dogs as she sank into an empty chair. Heads cocked to look at him, and he ran a hand down the biggest’s broad back. His sensory boosters were on high, and he felt the usual bunchy muscle of the breed … and something more. He looked at Cohanna, and she shrugged.

  “ ’Hanna,” he sighed, “I have to tell you I’m less worried, in a way, about the genetic stuff than the rest of it. Do you have any idea how the anti-techies will react to fully enhanced dogs? The idea of a dog with that kind of strength and toughness is going to terrify them.”

  “Then they’re idiots!” Cohanna glared at him, then sighed herself, and something very like guilt diluted her fierceness. A knot of tension inside him relaxed slightly as he saw it and realized how much of her anger at him came from an awareness that perhaps she had gone too far.

  “All right,” she said finally, her voice low. “Maybe I was an idiot. I still maintain—” her eyes flashed “—that they’re superstitious savages, but, damn it, Colin, I can’t understand how their minds work! These dogs represent no more danger to them than another enhanced human would!”

  “I know you think they don’t, ’Hanna, but—”

  “I don’t ‘think’ anything, Colin—I know! And so will you if you take the time to get to know them.”

  “That,” he admitted, “is what I’m more than half afraid of.” He turned back to the dogs, and the big male he’d touched returned his gaze levelly. “This is Galahad?” he asked Cohanna … but someone else answered.

  “Yes,” a mechanically produced voice said, and Colin’s eyes widened as he saw the small vocoder on the dog’s collar. A shiver ran down his spine as a “dumb animal” spoke, but it vanished in an instant. Wonder replaced it, and a strange delight he tried hard to suppress, and he drew a deep breath.

  “Well, Galahad,” he said quietly, “has Cohanna explained why I wanted to meet you?”

  “Yes,” the dog replied. His ears moved, and Colin realized it was a deliberate gesture—an expression intended to convey meaning. “But we do not understand why others fear us.” The words came slowly but without hesitation.

  “Excuse me a moment, Galahad,” Colin said, feeling only a slight sense of unreality at extending human-style courtesies to a dog. He looked back up at Cohanna. “How much of that was computer enhanced?”

  “There’s some enhancement,” the doctor admitted. “They tend to forget definite articles, and their sentence structure’s very simple. They never use the past tense, either, but the software is limited to ‘filling in the holes.’ It doesn’t provide any expansion of their meaning.”

  “Galahad,” Colin turned back to the dog, “you don’t frighten me—or anyone else in this room—but some people will find you … unnatural, and humans are afraid of things they don’t understand.”

  “Why?” Galahad asked.

  “I wish I could explain why,” Colin sighed.

  “Danger is cause for fear,” the dog said, “but we are no danger. We wish only to be. We are not evil.”

  Colin blinked. A word like “evil” implied an ability to manipulate concepts light-years in advance of anything Tinker Bell had ever managed.

  “Galahad,” he asked carefully, “what do you think ‘evil’ is?”

  “Evil,” the mechanically-generated voice replied, “is danger. Evil is hurting when not hurt or when hurting is not needed.”

  Colin winced, for Galahad had cut to the heart of his own definition of evil. And whether he’d meant to or not, he’d thrown Colin’s decision about his own fate into stark focus.

  Colin MacIntyre stared into his own soul and disliked what he saw. How could he explain that much of humanity was incapable of understanding what Galahad saw so clearly, or why he felt so ashamed that it was so?

  “Colin-human,” Colin looked up as Galahad spoke again, “I try to understand, for understanding is good, but I cannot. We know—” a toss of a massive canine head indicated his litter-mates “—you may end us. We do not want to end. You do not want to end us. If we must end we cannot stop you. But it is not right, Colin-human.” Canine eyes held his with heart-tearing dignity. “It is not right,” Galahad repeated, “and this is something you know.”

  Colin bit his lip. He turned to Jiltanith, and when her eyes—the black, subtly alien eyes of a full Imperial—met his, they, too, shone with tears.

  “He hath the right of it, my Colin,” she said quietly. “Should we decree their deaths, ’twill be fear that moveth us—fear that maketh us do what we know full well is wrong. Nay, more than wrong.” She knelt beside him, touching a slender hand to Galahad’s heavy head. “E’en as Galahad hath said, ’twould evil be to hurt where hurting need not be.”

  “I know.” His voice was equally quiet, and then he shook himself. “Isis?”

  ” ’Tanni’s right. If I’d known what ’Hanna was planning I’d’ve pitched a fit right alongside you, but look at them. They’re magnificent. People, Colin—good people who happen to have four feet and no hands.”

  “Yes.” Colin looked down at his hands—the hands Galahad didn’t have—and felt the decision make itself. He rose and tugged on his nose, thinking hard. “How many are we talking about here, ’Hanna?”

  “Ten. These four and two smaller litters.”

  “Okay.” He turned back to Galahad and his siblings. “Listen to me, all of you. I know you don’t understand why humans should be afraid of you, but do all of you accept that they might be?” Four canine heads nodded in unmistakable assent, and he chuckled despite his solemnity. “Good, because the only way we could keep you really safe would be for us to keep the humans you might scare from finding out you exist, and we can’t do that forever.

  “So here’s what I’m going to do. From now on, you four will live with us—with ’Tanni and me—and except for when you’re alone with us, you have to pretend to be just like other dogs. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Colin-human.” It wasn’t Galahad, but a smaller female who spoke, and her dignified mien vanished abruptly. She leapt up on him, wagging her tail and slurping his face enthusiastically, then tore around the room barking madly. She skidded to a halt, tongue lolling, dumped herself untidily on the carpet, rolled on her back, and waved all four feet in the air. Th
en she rolled back over and sat upright once more, eyes laughing at him.

  “All right!” He wiped his face and grinned, then sobered again. “I don’t know if you’ll understand this, but we’re going to take you lots of places and show you to lots of people, and I want you to behave like ordinary dogs. The news people’ll get a lot of footage of you, and that’s good. When the truth about you gets out, I want the rest of humanity to be used to seeing you. I want them used to the idea that you’re not a threat. That you’ve been around a long time and never hurt anyone. Do you understand?”

  “If we prove we are not evil, people will not fear us?” Galahad asked.

  “Exactly. It’s not fair—you shouldn’t have to prove it any more than they should—but that’s how it has to be. Can you do that?”

  “We can, Colin-human,” Galahad said softly.

  Chapter Four

  Fleet Admiral the Lady Adrienne Robbins, Baroness Nergal and Companion of the Golden Nova, dodged with a haste which ill accorded with her exalted rank. She flattened herself against the wall of the Palace corridor and shrank into the smallest possible space as four human children, a half-grown Narhani, and a pack of four leaping rottweilers thundered down upon her.

  Fortunately for the admiral, the long-haired girl leading the charge saw her, and they hit the brakes as only children can, skittering to a halt in a tangled confusion of arms, legs, feet, hooves, and paws.

  “Hi, Aunt Adrienne!” Princess Isis Harriet MacIntyre shouted, and Admiral Robbins stepped away from the wall. Sean and Harriet seemed unaffected by her glare, but Sandy MacMahan looked a bit abashed and Tamman studied his toes. Brashan, Brashieel’s clone-child, looked dreadfully embarrassed, for if he was younger than any of the others, he was already a near-adult, given the speed with which his species matured. For their part, the various dogs flopped down and panted at her, but their canine insouciance didn’t fool Adrienne, for she was one of the handful of people who knew the truth about them.

  “I wonder,” the admiral said darkly, “how Their Imperial Majesties would react to the way you young hellions came tearing down on me?”

  “Oh, Dad wouldn’t mind.” Sean grinned.

  “I was thinking more of Her Imperial Majesty,” Adrienne said, and Sean suddenly looked more thoughtful. “That’s what I thought, too. Can you give me one good reason I shouldn’t tell her?”

  “Because you wouldn’t want us on your conscience?” he suggested, and she swallowed a laugh and frowned.

  “My conscience is pretty resilient, Your Highness.”

  “Uh, do you have to mention this to Mom and Dad?” Harriet asked, and Adrienne considered her for a long, dreadful moment. Tamman wiggled, clearly picturing his parents’ reaction, and Adrienne relented.

  “Not this time, I suppose. But—” she held up an admonishing finger as relieved smiles blossomed “—I won’t be so gooey-centered next time!”

  An earnest chorus of thanks answered her, and she made shooing motions with her hands.

  “Then get, you horrible brats!” she commanded, and the cavalcade leapt back into motion (albeit less impetuously than before) down the hall.

  Adrienne smiled after them, then resumed her interrupted journey. Sean, she reflected, was a dark-haired version of his father, with the same beaky nose and jug ears no one would ever call handsome, but he was already bidding fair to be quite a bit taller than either of his parents.

  Harriet, on the other hand, was a junior edition of her mother—a pretty child who was going to be an astoundingly beautiful woman. Both twins had Jiltanith’s eyes, but Harriet’s were softer. No less lively, but gentler. Actually, Adrienne reflected, she took more after Colin personality-wise, while Sean mingled his mother’s absolute fearlessness and his father’s humor into an amalgam all his own. One of these days, that boy was going to be a real heart-breaker.

  She emerged from her reverie as she reached her destination, and the door slid open to admit her to Colin’s office. The Emperor looked up from his paperwork and waved at a chair.

  “Have a seat, Adrienne. I’ll be with you a minute.”

  Admiral Robbins sat, smoothing her uniform sleeve fastidiously, and waited patiently for Colin to finish the current installment of his unending paper chase. He dumped the data—and his decision—back into the computer, then leaned back and crossed his legs.

  “I see you evaded the thundering herd,” he observed, and she glanced at him in surprise. “I’ve got surveillance systems in the public corridors, remember? ‘Young hellions’ is exactly right!”

  “Oh, they’re not that bad. Lively, mind you, but I don’t mind.”

  “Nobody does. Well, nobody but ’Tanni, maybe. The little devils are cute as a crop of buttons, and they know it.” He shook his head and sighed. “Oh, well. On to business. Thanks for coming so promptly, by the way.”

  “That’s the way empires are run, Your Majesty. ‘I say unto one go, and he goeth’ and all that. But I have to admit you piqued my curiosity. What’s so sensitive we couldn’t discuss it over the com?”

  “I’m probably just being paranoid,” Colin said more seriously, “but those anti-Narhani demonstrations are getting worse, not better, so I didn’t want to take any chance on this leaking. What I’ve got in mind is either going to make them a lot better … or a hell of a lot worse.”

  “I hate it when you get enigmatic, Colin,” Adrienne sighed.

  “Sorry. It’s just that I beat my head against this for months before I made up my mind, and I’m pissed at myself for taking so long to do what I should’ve done in the first place. I’m opening the Academy to Narhani.”

  “Oh, Lord!” Adrienne clutched at her gun-metal hair and moaned. “Why is it always me? Do you have any idea how the newsies are going to react? They’ll be all over my campus, stomping the shrubbery flat!”

  “Oh, come on!” Colin chuckled. “The first-generation clones won’t be ready until Sean and Harry are—you’ve got time for the spade work.”

  ” ‘Spade work,’ he says! Bulldozer work, you mean! Fortunately,” she smiled rather smugly, “I figured out this was coming over a year ago. We’ve been working on syllabus modification ever since.”

  “You have?”

  “Of course we have. Lordy, Colin, don’t you think I’ve been around long enough to realize how you think? It takes you a while, sometimes, but you usually get to the right decision sooner or later.”

  “You,” Colin observed dryly, “don’t have the most respectful demeanor of any naval officer in the galaxy.”

  “I do on duty. Want to see my ‘official commandant’s’ face?” Her smile vanished instantly into a stern expression and cold, measuring eyes that impaled him for a ten-count before she relaxed with a grin. “I keep it in a box on my dresser till I need it.”

  “God, no wonder the middies are all scared spitless of you!”

  “Better me than the bad guys.”

  “True. Actually, though, I want a bit more from you than adjustments to your curriculum. I want you to endorse the suggestion.”

  “Well, of course,” she said with some surprise. “Why shouldn’t I?”

  “I mean I want you to go public and talk to the media,” he explained, and she grimaced. One of the things she liked best about the Imperial Charter was that while it guaranteed freedom of speech it didn’t regard reporters as tin gods. Imperial privacy laws and—even better—libel laws had come as a shock to Terran journalists, and if there was one life form Adrienne Robbins truly despised, it was newsies. They’d made her life hell after the Siege of Earth and the Zeta Trianguli campaign.

  “Oh, shit, Colin. Do I have to?”

  ” ’Fraid so,” he said with a twinge of guilt, for a large chunk of the Palace staff was devoted to keeping the press as far away from him as possible, helped by the fact that Jiltanith was not only far more photogenic but surprisingly comfortable with the public. Colin knew his subjects respected him, but they loved ’Tanni.

  Which, he mused
, indicated the public had a higher IQ than he’d once believed possible.

  “Look,” he went on persuasively, “you know my policy on Narhani civil rights. They’re citizens, just like anyone else. Giving them their own planet may have defused the potential for direct unpleasantness, but we’ve got to integrate them into the government and military or that very isolation’s only going to make things worse. I’ve got quite a few in civil service positions here on Birhat already, but I need to get them into the Fleet, too.

  “I don’t expect trouble from the military, but the civilians may be something else. I need all the help I can get selling the idea, and after ’Tanni, you’re the best salesman I’ve got.”

  Adrienne made a face, but she knew it was true. She was the only living officer to have commanded a capital ship throughout both the Siege and the Zeta Trianguli campaign. More than that, she’d led the task force that died in Earth’s last, hopeless counterattack, and hers had been the only ship to survive it. She was Battle Fleet’s most decorated officer, belonged to more Terran orders of chivalry than she could count, and was the only person in history to have received the highest award for valor of every Terran nation, as well as the Golden Nova. It embarrassed her horribly, but it was true.

  All of which meant Colin was right. If he was trotting out the big guns, she was going to have to come to battery.

  “All right,” she sighed finally, “I’ll do it.”

  * * *

  Francine Hilgemann took her time locking the car doors while she scanned her surroundings. She’d seen no sign of surveillance on the drive here, but paranoia was a survival tool which had served her well over the years.