Wagner had to admire the will to destruction that still rode the old man. He may have weakened in his mind but he had never softened. And the Weapon? It was the one secret that Wagner had not been able to learn.
"Yes, Sir," Wagner agreed. "If you should ever feel the need to use the Weapon, I ask you to remember that my only wish is to be of aid to my General."
Koski's washed blue eyes grew crafty. "I fully realize that. But I will need no help. You may accept my compliments and withdraw."
Wagner muttered a soft oath under his breath as he bowed humbly.
"As you can see, I didn't die," Buckmaster said. The two chairs in the small room were occupied by the men he faced. He sat on a steel-framed bed.
"No." Lester Oliver was thoughtful. "I'm wondering why you didn't. Do you have any explanation?"
"Only something that you wouldn't understand, unless it happened to you," Buckmaster answered. "I couldn't explain it."
"Try." Oliver spoke softly, but Buckmaster knew that behind that softness Oliver hid a bulldog tenacity.
Carefully, patiently Buckmaster told about the Force, trying to make them sense it as he had.