“Young,” Jubal said thoughtfully. “Even younger than I had anticipated in many ways. She has much to learn and no one to teach her.”
The aide cocked an eyebrow at his employer.
“It would seem that she impressed you.”
“What do you mean?”
“For a moment there you sounded almost paternal. I thought you were out to appraise a potential ally or enemy, not looking for someone to adopt.”
Jubal started to snap out an answer, then gave a barking laugh instead.
“I did sound that way, didn’t I?” he grimaced. “It must be my reaction to misguided youth. So little could make so much difference. But you’re right, that has nothing to do with our goals.”
“So I repeat the question: What do you think of her? Will she be able to provide leadership in the future?”
“Eventually, perhaps, but not soon enough to be of immediate use.”
“Which leaves us where?”
Jubal stared at the wall silently before answering.
“We cannot afford to have Tempus and his troops leave Sanctuary just yet.
Something will have to be devised to keep them here. If we cannot arrange it through others, we may have to commit ourselves to the task.”
Saliman sucked in his breath through his teeth. “Either way, it could be expensive.”
“Not as expensive as an ineffectual defense. If the town opposes Theron, it will have to win. To try and fail would be disastrous.”
“Very well,” the aide nodded. “I’ll have our informants start checking as to who’s available and if their price is gold or anger.”
“The other thing I haven’t mentioned regarding Chenaya,” Jubal said casually,