“With my life,” Aille said.
* * *
Yaut felt a surge of pride. It was quite proper to offer one’s life to alleviate unintended damage, but he knew many here had not expected one so young to be willing. Therein lay the quality of Pluthrak, that even its most youthful scions understood the nature of vithrik and were willing to do what was right, no matter the cost.
The Preceptor regarded Aille and flow seemed to stand still. His entire body was devoid of extraneous expression, so that he seemed composed of tranquility itself. “So be it,” he said at last, and Yaut felt how measured that response was, how carefully considered. “We will hear of those days, of your actions and of Oppuk’s.” He turned to the Narvo who stood on the other side of the vast circle. “Oppuk krinnu ava Narvo, are you also willing to surrender your life, if you are found at fault?”
Crude outrage suffused Oppuk’s every line. “I have done nothing which should require my life! For over twenty orbital cycles, I have been stranded on this barbaric outpost, surrounded by incompetents and savages, and yet I have done all that was asked of me, even repelling the Ekhat when they did finally come. Where is the loss of vithrik in that?”
The Preceptor gazed at him. Again flow eased, so that even the wind, threading through the black rocks, seemed to stand still and an eternity passed between one breath and the next.
“He will.” A female Narvo elder stepped forward and her eyes flashed. Her nap was pale-russet and her vai camiti stood out as though painted on with a bold hand. “Vithrik is the same for all, Pluthrak or Narvo. Oppuk will do whatever is deemed appropriate by the Naukra.”
She had spoken for him, as though he were not even emerged. A current shivered through the watching crowd and all present felt Oppuk’s hot shame.
Only the Harriers did not react, their bodies much more devoid of expression than a Terran’s. With the natives, Yaut thought, one always knew they were thinking something, just not what. The Harriers, though, with their training, seemed to suppress all opinion.
“Summon those who witnessed the events in question, then.”
Narvo, who had brought the complaint against Aille, would go first. Yaut thought Oppuk would be the primary witness, though he would have been wise to choose another. Kaul krinnu ava Dano, Commandant of all military forces in Terra’s solar system, would have been ideal. But Dano had chosen to remain neutral, it seemed. Yaut did not see Kaul anywhere.
Apparently, he had gauged correctly. Oppuk stepped forward.
His posture was overbearing, an awkward combination of contempt mingled with disdain, too similar to perform well in tandem. “From the start, this Pluthrak would not listen to more experienced officers,” he said. “He was counseled not to trust Terrans, that jinau soldiers were savage and unpredictable, requiring a firm hand. His response was to draft Terrans into his personal service at the earliest opportunity!”
Ears dipped as the crowd took this in, but the Harriers seemed unaffected.
“Then,” Oppuk continued, “when Terrans went whining to him about having to scrap their outmoded tech, he conducted field tests to assuage their pride and argued they had a point!” He glowered at Aille. “He actually believes their addiction to ollnat is a strength!”
“But it did work, did it not?” The Preceptor seemed stillness itself, as though nothing exterior touched him.
“They lost half their ships!” Oppuk exploded, as though the words were being torn out of him. “And it will never work again. Next time, the Ekhat will expect their primitive tactics and be ready!”
“It is possible, of course, that the Ekhat ships sent a message back before being destroyed, regarding what they had encountered.” The Preceptor turned black eyes to Aille. “What then?”
Aille found his lines gone to careful-consideration. “No single tactic, however effective, has to work forever. And I have found that human inventiveness coupled with Jao practicality is a very effective combination. We will devise something. Indeed, we have already begun working on it.”
Oppuk turned to the assembled crowd of Naukra representatives. “Do you hear that? The crecheling is besotted with these creatures! He never stirs without one of them in attendance! He has at least twenty in his service by now!”