“You talk to Zark?”
“How can I tell him about it? What am I supposed to do? Tell him that I love a Terran and want her to be happy?”
“Thunder and lightning! What’s so important about Brice and Danson? They’re only Terrans. This woman you’re so silly about will find someone else. Lors, by the gods, if you take those two back they’ll talk to everyone they can get their hands on...”
“No they won’t, not Danson. Narvi, that’s the beauty of this whole plot. Danson understands that our people simply want to begin trade negotiations with Terra; he’s learned to speak and read our language and he knows how badly we want to trade with his people. He’ll help us...”
“What about Brice,” Narvi snorted.
“Brice can be handled by Danson. If that doesn’t work, we can threaten to do all sorts of things to him.”
“And you want me to take the guard’s place, outside Danson’s quarters, and give you time to steal a scout ship?”
“Yes.”
Narvi cast his blue eyes toward the ceiling and groaned aloud. “If I keep doing all these goofy things for you, I’ll never make commander. I won’t even make Vice-commander.”
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Lors smiled. “Don’t worry about it. If things work out, you’ll have had a hand in opening up a new planet for our trade rockets.”