M'kar bit her tongue to keep from asking what "right on time" meant. The crazy old man would just say he had seen into the future, so he knew when she would be back in the suite.
Of course, he was waiting for her, so
maybe he did have visions?
Her father would laugh and say that showed the
old man’s cleverness, constantly playing mind-tricks on people. They were very
good tricks, M'kar had to admit. Especially when his voice got hollow and his
eyes rolled back so all she could see were the whites. Many people would say
the Ancestors spoke through him when he talked like that.
"Tell your father, don't trust the one-eyed
pilot, and don't trust the woman with the blue-tufted ahsnaq riding her
shoulders. Trust the Ankuar," he finished on a whisper. "Wait until
the Ankuar comes and then bargain with him for the ride up to the
station."
M'kar wanted to ask, "What station?"
but she was afraid to play games and pretend she didn't know what the old man
was talking about.
How had Aquid figured out they were trying to find a shuttle ride up to the Alliance's orbital station, and from there arrange passage to Le'anka? Her mother had the best spy-killing equipment, straight from a friend in Fleet security. She regularly swept their suite for anything that would help the clan spy on them. There was no way her great-grandfather could have been spying on them, listening to their plans.
Yet he knew. How?
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