She shook her head. “You don’t know the Alexanders like I do. I was raised by them. They’re capable of anything. But what is this business of ten years? That’s silly. I haven’t had my child yet—and it doesn’t take ten years of pregnancy to produce a baby.”
“It’s the difference between subjective and objective time,” Kennon said. “We traveled here through hyperspace—low Cth—in an uncompensated ship, and there is little temporal flow in the levels below the blue.”
“Oh—of course.”
Kennon chuckled. “That would have been Greek to you a couple of weeks ago. See where that basic data fits?”
“But I’ve always known that.”
“You just think you have. Search your memory and see if I’m not right.”
Copper shook her head. “It’s very strange,” she said. “But that’s not important. This idea of going back to Kardon, though—that’s a different thing—that is important.”
“I have to do it. Not only because it’s a personal moral obligation but also because of the Lani. They must have their freedom.”
“Providing there are any still alive.”
“Stop being a calamity howler. Whatever Alexander may be, he’s not a butcher. He even loved a Lani once. You told me so yourself. And he couldn’t kill where he loved.”