e than once,
because a civilization at that stage can defeat them, and so far always
has. After such a defeat, the Ravagers retreat, and it's several years
before they attack again anywhere. That's why Empires in various
alternate universes cooperate to develop Empires or the equivalent in
still other alternates."

"And you do not think we could defeat these Ravagers, though we are
defeating this Empire?"

"You probably could. In fact, I'm sure you could. But it's never an
easy fight; there are times we have to go in and rebuild, even after
they're thrown out. The stronger a universe is, the better for
everyone--and this one would be strongest with you and the Empire as
allies. United would be best, but that wasn't easy at home; it may be
impossible, here."

"And just how was such a union managed in your universe?"

Medart managed a grin. "Sweet reason, backed by five battle fleets.
The fleets turned out to be a temptation rather than the threat I'd
expected, but either way they worked."

"To your pleasure." Ryan scowled, then shook his head. "I have asked
what I agreed to restrict myself to; I will not go beyond that. Is
there anything else you would like to tell me while under the spell?"

"Just that I won't lie to you. Rangers don't, unless it's essential to
the Empire's survival--and the survival of this one depends on me
gaining your trust, which means I don't dare lie. I may not tell you
everything, but what I do tell you will be the truth."

"Said under truth-compulsion, I must believe you--though I find it
almost impossible to credit the idea of a Terran who does not lie.
Still, this interrogation is over." Ryan released the spell, and
Medart collapsed, unconscious. Looking at Kelly, Ryan said, "Will you
care for him, lady? I named him clan-guest when he waived immunity to
convince us of his honesty."

"Yes, Chief." Kelly looked down at her patient with a bemused
expression. "His ideas are revolting . . . but there's a certain
fascination to them at the same time, and the man himself is
intriguing."

"Yes, he is. I think I'm going to leave Trevor in charge of the fleet
and take Prince James back to Sandeman--you can come along, if you'd
like."

"Thank you--I would."

* * * * *

Medart knew as soon as he woke that he was on a smaller ship. There
was no single specific item, but a lifetime aboard numerous classes of
ship had given him a feel for the dif