cleared
his throat. “I mean, we’ll be happy to help, but it looks like you have
everything under control.”
“I
do.” Fiona straightened her shoulders. “I hope that you’re satisfied that
nothing fell on my land.”
“We’re
just doing our civic duty.” Clyde smirked. “I wouldn’t want to have little
green men roaming freely around these hills.”
Fiona
snorted. “You have a vivid imagination.”
They
walked back to the driveway. Once the men were on their way, Fiona turned to
Ardal.
“We
have to talk.”
“I
am at your service.”
At
the house Firbin was still standing guard, but a nod from Ardal and he was
gone. The living room was full of men. The only private space was Fiona’s
bedroom. It wasn’t ideal for a discussion, but what other choice was there?
Taking a deep breath, Fiona went to her room and waited for Ardal to follow her
in before closing the door.
She
leaned her back against the door. It was time she knew exactly who her guests
were. “Where are you and your men from?”
“Our
planet is Cygnus. It is in what we call the Zonar galaxy.”
“How
far is it from Earth?”
“What
is earth?”
“That’s
the planet that you’re on, Earth.” Fiona let out a sigh. “It seems that we’re
talking different languages.”
“We
are.”
Ardal
put his hand on her arm and led her to the bed. Again the jolt of electricity
ran through her body. Fiona looked into Ardal’s eyes, but he seemed unaware of
the sensation. Instead he pressed her onto the bed and then stood in front of
her, arms crossed and legs apart.
“I
do not know the distance we traveled before reaching your planet. We were on
the spacecraft for several months.”
“I
can’t think with you looming over me.” Fiona motioned to the chair in the
corner of the room. “Sit. I need to understand who you are.”
Ardal
made a grunting noise and took the seat. “What questions do you have?”
“Are
you a criminal?”
“Do
you mean did I break the Sacred Code?” Ardal lips tightened. “Yes.”
Now
she was harboring criminals. Judging by his behavior, they were probably
murderers. She glanced at the closed door. Perhaps a private meeting wasn’t her
most brilliant idea.
“We
did not harm anyone.” Ardal’s words forced Fiona to look at him. “We refused to
obey the order that would have executed us.”
Fiona
bit her lip. “Usually you do something bad before you get executed. What did
you and your men do?”
“We
followed our orders.”
Fiona
pursed her lips and bit back her exasperation. The man couldn’t answer a simple
question. “You said you didn’t follow orders.”
“We
followed the orders of the Kaladin.”
Fiona
shut her eyes for a second. This was going nowhere. She glanced up at the
peeling paint of her ceiling and decided to try a different direction. “The
Captain called you traitors.”
“The
Captain is an instrument of the Holman. He believes Hunters should no longer
exist.” Ardal leaned forward, his eyes intent on Fiona. “The Holman won the civil
war on my planet. They defeated the Kaladin and now control all of Cygnus and
its territories.
“So
you lost the war?”
The
muscles in Ardal’s jaw tightened. “A Hunter does not lose. We were forced to
obey a dishonorable order.”
Fiona
sighed. It was like talking in circles. “What exactly does a Hunter do?”
“We
are a race of our own, the elite of the warriors.”
“So
you are soldiers.” She’d been right about their military look.
“We
are more than that.” Ardal’s voice held pride. “A Hunter lives and dies by
honor. We search and we destroy. We obey only the orders of the Kaladin and we
defend to the death.”
Fiona
frowned. It sounded like something out of the middle ages. It had to be a
matter of the language barrier because their technology was way beyond the
middle ages. Weren’t advance races supposed to be peaceful? At least that’s
what all the science fiction shows portrayed.
“So
you lost
Lisl Fair, Ismedy Prasetya