hite tabs on his collar. "This you
concerns, Steve. Some clan must you adopt, and I Ch'kara offer. It
not the biggest clan is, or richest, but never has it dishonored been.
You will as one of us treated be, if you Ch'kara choose, and I will as
your Ordeal sponsor stand."

Tarlac stopped, looking up at the serious gray face. He had the same
feeling of sudden unreality he'd had when Linda extended His Majesty's
invitation to join the Rangers. Adoption was a necessary prelude to
the Ordeal, he knew that, but he hadn't expected it until they reached
Homeworld. Yet he had no doubt that Hovan's offer was serious, and that
it was as deeply significant to Hovan as it was to himself.

Looking directly into the Traiti's clear green eyes, Tarlac said, "If
it won't require me to violate my oath to the Empire, I'll join Ch'kara
gladly. And I'd be proud to have you as my sponsor."

"The adoption you to the clan binds, not to the military. None would
you ask, your oath to break." Hovan touched the man's shoulder. "But
now come. It not good is, first-meal to miss." They moved on toward
the meal hall.

As before, Tarlac didn't recognize any of the plentiful food. There
were different kinds of meat and two kinds of fruit, one pink and one a
brilliant scarlet, all of it good. When they finished, Hovan guided
Tarlac to the bridge.

One of the deck officers noticed them as they entered, and called
Arjen's and Exvani's attention to the human and the open-shirted
Traiti. Both Captains stood, bowing.

Tarlac was astonished at the sudden apparent reversal of rank.
Granted, the Imperial military had officers whose civil rank was far
higher than their military one--Life Duke/Marine Captain David Scanlon,
for example--but in the Empire, it wasn't possible to go from one
system to the other at will. Things had to be different here, if clan
business and clan status took priority over defense and on-duty
military rank. Watch and learn . . .

Hovan returned the two officers' bows, speaking English for Steve's
benefit. "I word from Ch'kara's Mother bear, Honored Ones."

"Your Mother's words we hear, Honored One," Arjen replied formally.

"Ka'ruchaya Yarra's words to me: That I this man should judge. If he
in honor came, and I him worthy found, Ch'kara's shelter was I to
offer. He armed and freely came, as fighter, not captive, and I have
him observed. I say she will him as clan-son accept, and I may for her
his blood-oath t