"Are you giving me orders?" Zen growled. Secretly he was pleased because she was concerned about him.
"If you will permit me, colonel, I think Nedra's intention is to save your life," the craggy man spoke. He had a voice like a bell tolling in the distance, sweet-toned and musical, but with overtones of great strength.
"What about her life?" Zen demanded.
"I'm going down now, colonel," the nurse said hastily. "They've set up a first aid station. They will need me there."
"You will need their attention is what you mean," Zen said.
"Colonel, the counter!" she answered.
The needle was well over the hundred mark and was still rising.
"Come, colonel." Hooking her arm in his, Nedra began moving down the rough, boulder-strewn trail. Zen did not move. She tugged harder.
"Your life is in danger here, sir," the craggy man said, politely.
"That is of interest to me only," Zen answered. "And what about your life?"