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given the chance to walk anywhere. Squilyp escorted me to a glidecar, one of the ground vehicles the Torins used to travel around their land. I was made to climb inside and sit in it. I tried not to look back at the pavilion as the Omorr engaged the engine and drove away.
    “I am not leaving for Omorr until Namadar,” Squilyp said, referring to the Jorenian’s annual planetary festival to honor their central deity. “I will make routine inquiries with Salo and Darea and assure that Marel is well. Did you pack everything you might need?”
    “Reever assembled the supplies and the equipment he requires for performing surveys for black crystal. I have all the emergency medical supplies we might need for the journey.” I opened the top of my medical case and took out a tan-colored blob sitting atop my instruments. The Lok-teel, an intelligent mold that among other things absorbed organic waste and sterilized surfaces with its body fluid, crawled up my sleeve and slipped inside my collar, where it nestled between my breasts. “Do you think the child will miss us?”
    “Yes, but we will be here to comfort her.” He gave me a sharp look. “You will not weep now.”
    “No.” I almost smiled. “I will not weep.”
    A short time later we arrived at an auxiliary transport dock, where Reever was waiting with the ship he had acquired for our sojourn.
    “I was resolved to say nothing, as it is not my place to disapprove of this venture,” Squilyp said, his gildrells undulating with his agitation. “But Jarn, I think it foolhardy for you and Duncan to travel alone.”
    “It is how it must be.” I looked out at the ships that were landing and launching. “If my child is unhappy with being left behind, or cared for by Salo and Darea, you will signal me and tell me.” He nodded. “I thank you, Senior Healer.” I climbed out of the vehicle and started for the gate.
    Squilyp hopped quickly to catch up with me. “Wait. You know that the Torins will be happy to send a detachment of guards with you and Duncan. You don’t have to tell them why you’re leaving Joren.” He stopped me just before we entered the security checkpoint. “You’re not listening to me.”
    “I have done nothing but listen to you since I left Akkabarr,” I assured him. “You asked me to trust you, and I have.” I looked into his worried eyes. “Now you must do the same for us.”
    “You could be walking into a trap,” he said, his gildrells snarling with his agitation. “Have you thought of that?”
    I had to remind him of an unpleasant truth. “Squilyp, when you and Reever and the others were searching for Cherijo, you knew that finding her— me—could reveal the truth behind the Jado Massacre. That what Cherijo had witnessed might goad the Jorenians and their allies into a war with the League of Worlds.”
    He turned his back on me and inspected the cargo haulers moving freight out to the loading docks. “It i s
    not the same as this.” “It is exactly the same.” I felt a surge of sympathy for him. “You concealed your feelings, but part of you hoped that Reever would not find me, because if he did, and the truth were revealed, millions might die.”
    His gildrells became spokes. “I suppose Garphawayn told you all that.” I nodded. “She admired your courage.” “My courage.” He glared at me. “I was your best friend. You taught me more about surgery than I can
    say. Reever spent two and a half years quietly going mad while he looked for you. But if it had ever become a matter of choice—”
    “One life to save millions?” I asked softly. “There is no choice in that, my friend.” His eyes glittered. “I thought of it, and I attempted to prepare myself to act, but I could not wish you dead. Since you returned to us, I have tried everything I know to bring back your memories—”
    “And I am grateful, Squilyp.” I took my medical case from him. “Let Reever and me do this now. For all
    those who will be lost if I