> "I see," he said. He felt like an idiot. He'd been preoccupied. "Have a seat,
> Kit," he offered the cat. "Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked them
> both. "I'm afraid I'm almost out of cognac, but there's some Saurian brandy...."
> He looked to Kit and brought back his crooked half smile. "I'm sure I could come
> up with a saucer of milk...." It was a joke between them so old he had to dust it
> every time he said it.
"I don't suppose you have any ale?" Carrhae asked.
(response)
> "Matthew, have you been relieved?"
>
> He swallowed, and tilted his head, as if trying to decide how best to
> answer the question. "Not... *exactly*...," he told her. "But upon
> consultation with my medstaff, it seems that my presence would
> probably jeopardize the real patients in Sickbay, since we've got
> reporters and celebrity hounds pretending to be ill in order to get
> in. Without me there, the pressure on them to act stupidly diminshes
> greatly."
Now Carrhae understood the reason for his mood. The most important thing
in his existence had been taken away from him and without justification.
She replied, "It may only be for a short time. I believe that K'Tael will
find the proof that will identify the assassin."
(response)
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