No wonder I had such a tough time explaining mortar to them. Would you try to make a daisy chain with cement? Look, weâve kind of put a wrinkle in their plans, so I think we need to just lay low and follow Tasmaeâs lead. There are mostly warriors here, with some support staff, and some of them are having problems believing Iâm the Ydrel. And nobody knows what to think of you. Hey, you donât look so good.â
The headache had him full in its grip. âCaffeine deprivation, probably. Dehydration. Hunger. Stress. What I wouldnât give f or a D.C.â
âNo Diet Cokes here, Iâm afraid, but letâs see what we can do about the rest.â
Joshua didnât even bother to argue or nod, just stoodâslowly, as the vise around his head tightened at the change in altitudeâand fol lowed him.
The door, which resembled a violet petal but had proved sturdy enough when heâd been banging his fists against it, folded up and out of the way, and they passed through to the smooth light brown corridors that he vaguely remembered going through two days before. Deryl walked with complete confidence, and Joshua followed. After the third turn, however, his curiosity got the better of him. âDo you know where weâ re going?â
âO bviously.â
âAnd youâve been awake and ab out forâ¦?â
âAn hour or so.â The corridors forked, and Deryl took the left one.
âSo how do you know?â
âTasmae. I guess you could say she, uh, âflashedâ into my mind a map of the outpost.â Deryl looked at his friend thoughtfully. âWell, not a map, exactly. Everybody here communicates telepathically. I think youâve figured that much out, right? So she didnât tell me or even show meâshe shared her understanding of the outpost.â
âSo you know everything she knows about it?â
âEverything she wanted to share with me. Psychic communication is like verbal communication; when you communicate telepathically, you can usually share just what you want the other person to know. Does that make a ny sense?â
âNo. But maybe it will when my head stops pounding. In the meantime, we ought to come up with a name for telepathic talk. Itâs awfully awkward saying âpsychic communicationâ or âcommunicating telepathically.â And letâs not even get into Tasmae âflash ingâ you.â
Deryl snorted. âYou canât be too sick, if you can make puns. Not illness sick, anyway. A ny ideas?â
âAsk me after the local equivalent of ibuprofen kicks in.â Joshu a groaned.
âHang on, weâre almo st there.â
They passed through another, sturdier door. At first, Joshua thought Deryl must have made a wrong turn and ended up in a dormitory. It held none of the usual things he associated with an infirmaryâno equipment, no charts hanging on the beds, not even privacy curtains. Just two men in green tunics and slacks sitting beside one bed, leaning in concentration over the leg of a young woman dressed in the same thick, skin-tight red outfit that passed for uniforms here. Sweat beaded on her pale face, and when one healer shifted slightly, Joshua saw why. A huge gash cut through her calf so that a meaty flap of skin and muscle hung loosely. The sight of it, combined with his headache, brought bile to his throat, and he quickly sat down on the nearest bed with his head in his hands, trying not to gag. He felt the bed give slightly as Deryl sat b eside him.
Then he feltâ¦something. He couldnât define it, but it teased at him through the pain of his headache, and he tried to concentrate on it instead. It was almost sound, almost touch, and it suggested comfort, like a soft pillow and low peaceful music did whenever he was sick with the flu. But just like when his mother turned the music too low, he strained to make out wh at it was.
Deryl nudged him, and
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