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Interstellar War . . . and in spite of Humans like my cousin's liaison officer, whom I believe you knew."
"Lieutenant Johansen?" Antonov was surprised anew. "Yes, I knew her; she served with my staff before her posting to Lord Khardanish's squadron. She was a fine officer. But—"
"A fine officer whom you encouraged to perfect her understanding of the Tongue of Tongues," Kthaara agreed with the Orion ear flick of acknowledgment. "Which is why I think you will be interested to know that her name has been entered among the Mothers in Honor of Clan Zarthan. My cousin, in his last courier drone, requested this . . . and made clear that she was fully deserving of it, that none of the Zheeerlikou'valkhannaieee could have better satisfied the demands of honor than she." He drew himself up. "I myself may do no less!"
For a moment, two pairs of eyes produced by two altogether separate evolutions met. Then Antonov spoke gruffly.
"Commissioning a foreign citizen is a little irregular, but with the good offices of such a dignitary