"For Womar—!" Jarl echoed.
A muffled roar cut him short. The room rocked with the shock of the takeoff as the Knife slashed its way up from the port, out from Ceres.
Jarl threw one arm around Sais—more for support than from feeling. It was all he could do to stand upright.
She braced him. "You mean it—? We're going to Womar...?" All at once her voice trembled.
Shrugging, Jarl rested against her. "You heard my orders."
"But ... what of Bor Legat ... rey Gundre...?"
"We'll face that when we meet it." With an effort, Jarl straightened. "Now, I've got to rest."
"Of course, Jarl...." She moved close beside him, helping him as he limped to Tas Karrel's quarters.
Then they came to the cabin, and she, too, would have entered. But he barred her way. "No, Sais."
"Jarl...."