Lines Crossed Chapter Nineteen
GRID Traveler Trinity: Lines Crossed
Author: J Carrell Jones
Table of Content
Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Sean began, “Scout One reached the planet several hours ago. Currently, it is surveying the land in high orbit. We’re hoping the Scout will find the same settlement area. It’ll scan and take optics, relay the data back to us. They’ll land at a distance, set up camp, and start ground survey. They’ll treat the area as hostile friendly. Instead of moving on to other planets on our list the Johnson will establish high orbit and monitor. We’ll stay long enough to collect ground, air, water samples. We’ll observe the settlement and see if we can get info on language, customs, and norms.”
Cookie was in high elation. Scout one had been in orbit for several hours now. The Security team, medical, and Evans were asleep. Only he and Molino remained awake. “Molino, can you move us over to sector Gamma-twelve, please?”
“Sure thing, Cookie. You got a hunch?”
“I do. I noticed what could be a road leading to a large pit. Here, take a look.” Cookie tapped out a command on the CRT.
An image of a wide groove appeared on Molino’s CRT. There was very little vegetation in the area. He could see small pockets of dark circles around the pit. He eased Scout One out of its orbit and followed the groove. Thirty minutes later he came across what looked like ruins. Massive blocks seemed to have been tossed randomly. Further up there were smaller blocks scattered. He could see piles of rubble placed neatly along a mile stretch. Suddenly he saw a makeshift wagon. Two kangaroo looking creatures were pulling the wagon with several humanoids walking on either side on the wagon. “Cookie, you streaming this back to the Johnson?”
“Done and done.”
Molino keyed in radio comm. “Johnson, this is Scout One, come in.”
Loggar sat uneasily in her seat. Last night Sean didn’t visit, which is not all that strange. Sometimes he works late and elects to sleep in his own room. She told herself he is the Captain, who is very hands-on, and he can’t cater to her sexual needs all the time. But still, they were approaching their one year anniversary and he had been increasingly distant. She knew Sean was his own man. He was strong and could be very charming. He was funny and self-confident. She liked that. She also thought him handsome and loved looking into his sometimes brooding eyes. His face was very expressive and even though they disagreed on some issues she loved him dearly. Of late it was the differences that seemed to be providing the divide between them. He had power, yet he was reluctant to use it. The only human in all of GRID who had instant magickal powers elected to keep his powers at bay. He could do anything he wanted. He could be part of GRID Command and yield a considerable amount of power. He could be a God. A God, if he wanted. Without her. Sean could change the face of The Most High, forever. And that bothered her. Is that why Adruqu gave him magick? Because somehow he demonstrated restraint?
“Kathy, your take?”
“My take?” She couldn’t remember the question. “Sean, sorry. What was the question again?”
Sean frowned, “Kathy, the vid from Scout One?”
She looked over to the Viewer. Ruins. Fascinating she thought. She kicked herself for missing most of it. “Roll back to the beginning please.”
The groove leading up to the pit appeared.
“Freeze.”
The image froze and Loggar stood up and walked closer to the Viewer. “Magnify, please. I want to see the pit.”
The screen filled with blackness. Loggar peered intently at the center. She could make out some sort of faint outline. “Can we zoom in a little bit more?”
The outline increased in size. It had a humanoid shape but with sharp angles at each joint.
“Computer, increase exposure and decrease dark levels.”
The image brightened to furry jigsaw puzzle-shaped outlines.
“Increase contrast and sharpen.”
Dawn snapped, “Shit!”
Sean’s heart sank. SI.
Loggar kept her composure. Something just didn’t seem right. “Computer, infrared.”
The image turned blue.
“Computer, can you count the number of SI units?”
Within a second the computer replied, “Three hundred sixty-four. The pit is about one hundred meters deep. Very few units are intact.”
Loggar turned to the table and sat down. Her smile was wicked and she understood what happened.
Sean turned back to face the others. He too understood the meaning. “Folks, now we know why the SI never conquered this world.”
Loggar said, “We can speculate that Necronian magick is strong here, yet the absence of nanobots makes this a mystery.”
Sean nodded, “Going to give new orders to Scout One.”
Molino had woken everyone else up.
Evans sat next to him, “Fuck. I hate the SI, but look at that.” The wagon was full of SI body parts. “How in the world did these people beat them?”
Kirkland came in over the speakers, “New orders Scout One.”
Molino here. Johnson, go ahead.”
“This is no longer a life discovery mission . . . “
Molino whispered, “ . . . no shit. We hit the mother lode.”
“ . . . This is now a reconnaissance and intel mission.”
“Understood, Johnson.” Molino turned to Cookie. Sorry, Cookie, looks like ground survey is going to have to wai . . . “
The Shuttle shook violently. Warning alarms sounded.
Molino tapped Emergency Comm. On his CRT “Mayday, mayday, mayday. Johnson, we got warning alarms and losing attitude fast.”
The Shuttle shook several more times. Port engine sheared off.
Molino shouted, “Crash position.”
Starboard engine tore away.
The ground came up rapidly.
Sean leaned back in his chair staring at the scene. He could hardly believe it. The SI. Here. But defeated. Then there was a flash of blue light. The image jumped. Then . . .
“Captain,“ Kirkland piped in, “Scout one losing attitude. Telemetry shows loss of engines. Cabin pressure still holding, but no power.
Emergency repulsor fields activated. Signal lost.”
Sean raced out the conference room. “Mr. Foster, how close can you short jump us to the planet?”
“Five hundred thousand kilometers, sir.”
“Make it two hundred thousand.”
“Kirkland, emergency jump. Sound alarm. Two bells to jump.”
Kirkland entered the appropriate code in his CRT. Five new pools started. One of which no one would collect if there was a winner.
The alarm sounded throughout the ship.
Sean tapped out Ship broadcast on his CRT, “All hands, all hands, crash stations. Emergency short jump to planet mass. Repeat, emergency short jump to planet mass. Two bells ring to three second count.”
Foster had already worked out the details hours ago. He tapped in the code. “Ready, sir.”
“Do it!”
Two bells sounded. The view screen switched to a starfield with a blue disk dead center. Seconds later it filled the screen.
Foster said, “Sir, One hundred thousand kilometers from planet.”
Sean smiled, “Very good, Mr. Foster. Two-days off once we are out of this.” He tapped on his CRT. “Quock, meet me in Bay launch. Shuttle two. Bring a platoon. Dawn, you got the Conn. Newton, you’re with me.”
Adriana found herself running after the Captain. Things moved fast but she caught on soon enough. The Johnson was in rescue mode and the Captain was leading it himself. She darted into the lift just before the door closed. “Bay Launch,” Sean said. Then, “Comm to Collins.” He ticked off several seconds. “Collins, assemble a team and meet me at Shuttle two. Ship down.”
Collins grabbing a Medpack. “Running out the door now, Sean.”
When Sean reached the Shuttle the others were waiting. Just as the last person boarded Loggar stopped breathlessly at the door. “Kathy, this is a rescue mission.”
She answered, “I’ll stay out of the way, but by the chance we encounter the natives I might be able to help.”
“Natives? Kathy . . . “
“Sean, please, not here. Time.”
“Alright get in.”
She hurried in and found a spot. Sean took pilot seat with Quock taking co-pilot.
“Everyone secure? This is not going to be one of my joy rides. Johnson from Shuttle two, launching.”
Fielders answered, “Captain, Bay Launch prepped. Launch when ready.”
Sean pulled back on the controls and pushed the engines toward redline. The shuttle zipped out of its launch tube at a harrowing speed.
“Quock, you got a fix on last location?”
“I do. Coordinates on screen and laid in.”
Sean pushed the engines to one-two-zero percent. He toggled forward shields on maximum and punched through the atmosphere. A moment later they picked up the distress beacon. Another moment he spotted the downed shuttle. The main fuselage was broken in three pieces. A few bodies lay scattered nearby.
Sean came in hard next to the debris field. A cloud of dust bellowed up and out from Shuttle two. “Everyone, alright?” Sean asked as he unbuckled himself and headed toward the door. Quock reported that the area was clear for about a mile with some animals dotting the landscape. She and her security team were lined up and ready to go. Sean punched the door release with an open palm. A warm waft of sweet fragrance hit Sean in the face. Other circumstances he would have enjoyed the sensation. This moment he rushed out, weapon drawn, with security behind him. Quock had her team quickly fan out, covering the area. Medical came out later and approached the fuselage. The bodies scattered over the area had been part of the security team. Molino, Evans, Cookie, and two others were still buckled to their seats. Evans had a deep gash across her head, Molino only scratches, Cookie not a mark. Minutes later Scout one personnel were aboard Shuttle two.
Collins stepped down the ladder and walked over to Sean. “Four casualties. One was critical but stabilized. The rest shaken but okay.”
Sean said, “Damn! What a mess . . . “ His communicator chirped. “Blakemore here.”
One of the security guards called in, “Sir, we got movement about three hundred met . . .”
A bright blue blast.
Sean detached his blaster from his hip. He spotted Quock running toward the Security Officer’s location. He followed. A large blue fuzzy ball of light flashed by once they cleared the ridge top. The elderly man Sean saw earlier was approaching. A mass of humans were behind him. “Auferte malum ex inferno daemones. Iubeo!” The elder man yelled and shot another blast.
Sean caught the blast and tossed it to the side.
The Elder looked perplexed, “Quid hoc est fallacia. Recéde mones. Recéde!” Another blast emerged from his hand. Sean brushed it off easily this time. His nanobots studied the blast and adjusted to it. Messages had been relayed to Sean’s brain and somehow he knew just how to deal with it.
Loggar had just stepped out of the shuttle when she heard, “ . . . Recéde mones. Recéde!” Impossible she thought. Latin! She saw Sean and Quock disappear behind a ridge.
“Non pertransibis!” She heard as she got closer. “You shall not pass!” The speaker yelled. A moment later she reached the top. The Elder was casting fuzzy fireballs at Sean. The mass of humans standing behind the Elder seemed to be distancing themselves. They started to fan out hoping to flank Sean. Quock had been on the communicator. Her security team covered the natives. Loggar smiled. Latin. And she yelled, “Nec hostis nos!”
The Elder looked up at Loggar.
She walked down the hill, “Nec hostis nos!” Once she got next to Sean she said, “Non sumus hostibus.”
The Elder yelled! “Vos moneo, daemones. Volumus terram nostram defendere possimus!”
Loggar replied back, “Non sumus hostibus. SI autem sunt inimici nostri.”
The Elder dropped his arm.
Loggar wasn’t sure how long he stood there in silence.
The Elder turned and said, “Deinde sequatur me.”
Sean turned to Loggar.
She said, “Follow me.”
“Quock, secure the area. I’ll keep the comm line open.”
“But Captain, how about I come with you?”
“I need you here for the moment. Look at them. The Natives are scared. And scared folks can do dumb things.” Sean took out his communicator. “Newton.”
“Yes, sir. Come with Dr. Loggar and myself.”
The Elder waited. Once Sean, Loggar and Adriana started following he continued along the path. Thirty minutes later they reached a cliff.
“Aperta, ego præcipio.” The Elder said.
A small portion of the cliff face gave way, then lifted. The Elder walked in. Sean, Loggar, and Adriana followed. The rest of natives stayed behind.
Once through the threshold the Elder clapped his hands. The ends of embedded thick sticks along the wall suddenly glowed and washed the room in pale blue-white light.
The Elder walked over to a large wooden trunk. He lifted the lid and pulled out an object covered with a cloth. Placing the object on the table he withdrew the cloth.
Loggar gasped when she recognized the head as a SI warrior.
Sean said, “Kathy, what is this?”
She looked at the Elder. “Ecce caput hostis. This is the head of our enemy.”
He looked at her, then Adriana, then Sean. There was something about the young one he thought. Something very familiar.
“Quis enim es tu?”
“Magna sumus exploratores. We are great explorers.”
He stared at Sean. “Quis enim us tu?”
Loggar answered, “Ipse est ductor noster. Captain est nomen eius. Ut ipse habet. He is our leader. His name is Captain. He has power such as yourself.”
The Elder grasped the mechanical head. Blue light surrounded the head and after a moment the light blinked out. “Omnia possum in eo est tollo. Non possum perdere.”
Loggar figured out exactly what he was getting at. He wanted Sean to prove himself. He wanted Sean to destroy the metal head to prove he was not a foe. “Sean, my love. He wants you to destroy the head.”
“What?!”
“Sean, please show calm and destroy the head.”
“And how do you propose I do that?”
“Magick, Sean. Magick, my love, just simple magick.”
Sean walked up to the head and concentrated. He wanted not one atom from that thing inside him, so he willed the nanobots to break it down to a pile of metal filings and dust.
The Elder watched as Sean’s nanobots did short work of the SI head. Within seconds a pile of dust with small piece of metal and glass lay before the Elder. He stepped back and bowed to Sean. “Legenda vite.” he whispered. “Legenda vite.”
Loggar smiled. This was moving along better than she had hoped for. Sean seen as a legend, she as his Goddess, perfect.
Adriana watched in amazement. She heard the Captain had abilities, but never saw them in action. She also was surprised that the first encounter she’d have would be people who spoke Latin, a language her Mother insisted she learn fluently. In fact, she knew a half dozen dead languages fluently. When pressed, her Mother would be tight lipped about the reason for her learning. She did eventually say, “Because one day it’ll save your life.” She gave Adriana a bit of advice regarding her skill. “Hide it”, she said. “Tell no one you know it. Keep this secret close to you.” Adriana responded, “You said knowing the languages may save my life. How can it, if no one else knows.” Her Mother smiled, “You’re a brilliant young woman. I’ll give you this to think about. Ipsa scientia potestas est.”
What to do, Sean asked himself. Yet again, Kathy seemed to be in control. And yet again he followed. Hadn’t he learned his lesson? Apparently not. His gut was telling him something was wrong. Not the Elder. He seemed as is. The leader and protector of his people. He didn’t want to admit it, but there it was. The seriously simple ugly truth. Kathy was changing and not for the better. Sean noticed the change in her eyes first. Eyes he fell in love with so very long ago it seemed. They stopped smiling a while back and that was sad.
Adriana had drifted while Loggar and the Elder talked. The talk was mundane. Occasionally Loggar would speak in English for Sean’s benefit. Sean, himself, nearly nodded off. He’d check in every half-hour. Then the Elder asked Loggar’s role in the group.
Loggar answered, “Ego principium nostri instituti. Dea sum Altissimum.”
I am our people’s religious leader. I am The Most High Goddess. Two simple statements that were true yet somehow they sounded wrong coming from her lips. The Elder beamed and bowed. He clapped his hands and a tall man wearing a long robe appeared. The Elder whispered in his ear. The man looked at Adriana and the others, turned and walked out.
“Veni mecum, obsecro.” The Elder said.
The group stood up and followed the Elder into a large chamber. A large wooden table was at the center with about a dozen chairs around it.
He gestured for everyone to sit. He placed Sean on one side near the head of the table and Loggar on the other side.
The tall man brought out a bowl of fruit, something that looked like cheese, and a pitcher of liquid colored brown.
Loggar said, “An permittenda sit religiousus quaerere quod populus tuus? Offendere nolumus, sed ad audiendum. Et re quidem ut a nobis recepit.”
The Elder beamed and said, “Joiada. Habeo multas quaestiones. Nos autem vos estis eros. Ut in machinis hostes versaris. Quomodo duci tuo, non solum verbis loquimini?”
Loggar turned to Sean. She said, “He is asking why I am able to speak Latin and not you?”
Sean smiled and replied, “I thought it sounded familiar.” He pursed his lips, “Never had a reason to. I’m comfortable to have you do all the translating. Besides, this is fantastic. Humans, who speak an old Earth language. Amazing.”
Loggar nodded, “Sean, one of my theories is that certain old Earth languages had been given to us by the Necronians. Latin is the only one to have survived. Their language is close enough to our Latin that I’m having no problem communicating with The Elder. . .”
“. . . The Elder? That’s his title?”
“It is. He’s their religious leader, which I still haven’t figured out yet, but you can appreciate the back and forth we are doing.” Loggar turned to The Elder and said, “Placet, ignoscant. Im ‘iustus ad explicandam Captian nos sunt questus ad invicem novimus. Habeo sumendi eam tardus interdum.”
He nodded and smiled. “Ut maiore natu. Simpliciter autem vir simplex occurrat.”
Sean lifted an eyebrow but said nothing.
Loggar said, “Interesting. Sean, there is a hierarchy here. Wonderful!”
“You fill in the details later, tonight.”
Loggar nodded and started chatting with The Elder.
Sean reached over and grabbed a fruit from the bowl. To his surprise it was similar to a Dukufa.
Adriana watched Sean as he held the fruit in his hand. He seemed to have recognized it.
Sean sniffed the fruit. It had the same sweetness as a Dukufa. “Dukufa lup aba ca na dabra.”
The fruit split in a half-dozen pieces.
The Elder stopped in mid speech. “Te lingua primum seniorum?”
Sean was about to say something. He turned to Loggar.
“The Elder asked if you know the Necronian’s language.”
“Tell him some.”
“Seniorem principem faciéndam sciat simplices dolis appositi.”
Sean placed some of the pieces in front of The Elder and gestured what he hoped was universal as ‘join me.’
The Elder’s eyes suddenly moistened with tears and he bowed his head deeply. He took three of the pieces and carefully carried them to a gold colored tray on top of a small dresser. He knelt and began to pray.
“Kathy, what just happened?”
Loggar was just as confused. She and Sean looked to Adriana, who shrugged.
The Elder rose and slowly walked over to the three. “Secundum seniorum placeat sequatur.”
Loggar said, “He called us Second Elders and he wants us to follow him.”
Sean got up and followed The Elder out a door on the far side of the room.
Adriana and Loggar hastily followed the two down a hallway that opened into a large room. Along the walls sat rows of tables and chairs with a man or woman sitting. On top of each table was a crystal marble ball the size of a skull. It sat on a gold and silver stand. The Elder walked to a young woman sitting at one of the tables. He whispered in her ear. She stared at Sean for a moment, smiled, and placed her hand on the marble ball. A few seconds later she nodded to The Elder.
“Senior Elder meam suscepit invitantis. Erit in decem soles.”
Loggar told Sean, “The Senior Elder will be here in ten days. The Elder said suns.” She turned to The Elder, “Sic et reliqui presbyteri et loqueris?”
He nodded, “Vos dont ‘utor psychicae iunctio?”
“Alia ratione utimur, et similia.” She answered. “Sean, this is fantastic. This is how they communicate between villages.
Adriana took out her scanner. The Marble ball had a quartz center. A deep scan made the center glow slightly. Adriana stopped scanning.
Sean said, “Ten days? Here?”
Loggar nodded.
“What if we went and picked him up?”
Loggar gave Sean a double take.
“Damage has been done in exposing them to technology. Even though ten days is not that long I’d rather deal with this now than later.”
Loggar turned to The Elder and said, “Africanus Maior Vivamus deducere poterimus quam hic ad diem novissimum.”
The Elder looked at Loggar incredulously.
“Volans nostri plaustrum.”
The Elder looked worried.
“Nos tibi ut quis te veniat. Hic nostri Quisque aliquam.”
He turned to the woman in front of the marble ball and whispered in her ear.
She closed her eyes and concentrated. The Marble ball’s center glowed bright blue. Moments later she whispered something into The Elder’s ear.
He said, “Senior Elder concordat. Et ingrediemur in plaustro volanti.”
Sean and the others approached the Shuttle. Quock and Collins met them halfway.
“Captain,” Quock began, “Got your message. Shuttle prepped. Shuttle twelve left a few minutes ago with Scout One crew. Molino decided to stay.
Sean looked at Collins.
“Molino is fit to fly?
Collins said, “He was lucky. Not a scratch.”
Sean nodded and gestured toward The Elder. “Quock, Collins, this is The Elder.”
Loggar translated, “Quock, Collins, hic est maior.”
Collins said, “Latin?”
Loggar nodded. “Hoc est nostrum Doctorem. Id nobis maxime securitatem.”
“Deae accessisses, tot mulieribus principatum.”
Loggar nodded, “Ita etiam modo operatur in nobis.”
The Elder laughed, “Ut est apud nos.”
Sean sat in the Pilot seat with Molino Co-pilot. The Elder sat behind Molino with Loggar behind Sean. The rest sat in mid deck and aft. Sean slowly lifted the shuttle.
The Elder clenched the arm rest and exclaimed, “Senior senior! Da mihi virtutem!”
Loggar looked over and said, “Senior, id est tutum.”
Little comfort it gave The Elder as they passed the Scout One’s debris field. The very craft he himself brought down so easily. “Tantum populum meum ut salvum fecit.” He said.
Loggar saw the debris and said, “Ad quartum dicendum quod bonum et malum non vos vel vestros portus. Nos ita egisset.”
Collins listened. ‘We would have done the same thing in your position.’ Loggar told The Elder. Maybe, maybe not Collins thought, but fear does have a way of distorting perception and judgment. The Shuttle banked twice momentarily interrupting her thought. Collins looked out the window and saw a precession waiting below.
Sean swung the Shuttle around and landed neatly in front of the gathered crowd.
Dust kicked up as the metal wagon landed and the Senior Elder shielded her eyes. A moment later a door opened and The Elder stepped out. He was followed by a woman and man in strange clothing. Once The Elder was close he said, “Seniorem principem et dea est.”
She sniffed, “Tu es?”
Loggar translated, ”You are the one?”
Sean replied, “I am no one special.”
Loggar frowned, “Sed sum princeps. Populus meus, et protéctor meus Deae. Honorati sumus occurrit vobis.”
Sean smiled and said to Loggar, “That sounded pretty long for ‘no one special.’”
“Sean, my love, I gave your title along with our honor. Trust me. I feel good about this.”
He eyed her suspiciously.
Loggar turned her attention to The Senior, “Gratias tibi, quia dato ad te princeps ad urbem.”
The Senior nodded deeply toward Sean. He returned the favor and gestured for them to board the Shuttle. The Senior stepped up cautiously. Once inside the Shuttle she looked around. Collins and Adriana stood up and bowed. Sean gestured for The Senior to take the seat behind the Pilot chair. The Elder sat behind Co-Pilot. Seconds later Sean had the Shuttle powered up and lifted off gently.
“Summum enim maior!” exclaimed The Senior Elder.
“Affectum transibunt. Sit normalis.” The Elder said.
Loggar smiled, “Lorem ipsum plaustrum eget elit.”
The Senior looked out the window and started praying. Loudly.
Molino looked over to Sean, “Not fast enough, sir.”
Sean nearly laughed as the Town appeared. He landed the Shuttle near the main gathering area as most of the townsfolk gave the craft a wide berth. He set the Shuttle to standby mode and helped the Senior Elder down the ladder. Once on the court yard The Elder lead everyone into a large stone building. Its interior was cool despite the numerous smoky torches that lead the way to a large room. A large door was at one end and benches at the other. The Elder gestured everyone but Sean to sit and said, “Dux sequetur nos in cubiculum Magiæ.”
The Senior Elder and The Elder motioned Sean to follow them into the Chamber.
“Sean, you’ll need someone to translate.”
Sean smiled. He kissed Loggar on the forehead, “Kathy, don’t worry. I’ll manager.”
Then the doors closed. Sean on the inside, she on the outside. Her planning, her guiding hand, her efforts, her hard work, all for nothing. Hate would not have been the word she would use at the moment, but Loggar thought it was close enough.
Collins approached Loggar. “Kathy, are you okay?”
Her brooding expression revealed a part of her not pretty. “I am not okay. This is not fair.”
Collins guided Loggar over to a set of chairs. Both sat holding hands with Loggar staring at the large imposing wooded doors. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Not fair at all. He didn’t even want to be a Most High. I found him shattered and gave him purpose. A reason to go on . . .”
Loggar hadn’t noticed when Collins slowly released her grip and placed her own hands into her lap. Collins scooted away from Loggar a tad bit as she droned on about her accomplishments, her achievements, how she was the one who single-handedly brought The Most High to the brink of epic proportions. She alone sacrificed years to bring this very moment about. She should be behind that door not Sean. “Besides, he doesn’t speak Latin, he . . .”
Collins coughed. She said softly, “ . . . speaks it fluently.”
Loggar continued, ”. . . it must be embarrassing. Sean trying to follow and . . .” She looked up. “Karen, what did you just say? Something about Sean and Latin?”
Collins nodded, “He speaks it fluently.”
Loggar remained speechless for several moments. “Fluently?”
“Ut sicut volubiliter loquor,” was her reply.
“That was never in his records? When did he learn Latin. He has . . .”
“ . . . a past,” Collins finished. “The Captain is complicated.”
Blood drew to the surface of Loggar’s cheeks. Her blush was deep and she wasn’t sure whether to feel silly or furious. “Why would he hold something like that from me?”
“You probably never asked, assumed some things you shouldn’t have, or he never thought it important enough.” She shrugged, “I’m sure he thought it a tactical advantage not to say something.”
Loggar frowned. She decided on feeling silly.