“Okatar plans to attack at dawn,” Altai said, “from the side of the valley that will give him the sun at his back.”
“I expected that,” Vorgens said. “Where will Merdon’s forces be? I’d rather avoid firing on Shinarians, if it can be helped.”
In the semi-darkness, Vorgens coutd not see Altai’s eyes widen in surprise and joy. There was a moment’s hesitation before she answered-
“Our people will be directly on Okatar’s left flank, and one thing more, the Komani are pulling back most of their men from this end of the valley, so that they can mount a stronger attack at sunrise. There will be only a thin screen of warriors in this area.”
“Then we could break through,” Vorgens said, “if we hit them with everything we have.”
“Yes,” Altai agreed, “and without firing on Shinarians.”
“You must tell your commander,” Sittas reminded, “that a defeat here may well touch off a galactic war.”
“I know. I know.”
Sittas looked up at the sky”You have only until dawn. You must move quickly.”
“I … there are no words to thank you enough,” Vorgens said, “not just for your help—but for my life.”
The priest smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. “Go quickly. And good fortune to you.”
“What about you and Altai?”
“We will be safe enoughThis is our homeworld, remember.”
Vorgens nodded. He turned to Altai. “Thank you, too. I hope that the fighting is ended quickly.”
He wanted to say more, then decided against it. He turned away from them and started down the grassy slope of the hill toward the Mobile Force.
Okatar Kang stood watching the smoldering ruins of the tents, with several of his nobles beside him. His face was an impassive mask as Komani warriors sprayed and beat out the last glowing embers.