They expect me to be their Political Leader, but
I'm a lousy Politician! I prefer to let a better man lead. I'm a
Soldier. I'll do the fighting. That's where I'll do the most good."
26 For once in his life Morn was speechless. "I don't know what to say,
old friend," he finally answered. I do not believe all you have said. I
think the day will come when you find you have more skills than you
give yourself credit for."
27 Morn took a computer chip from his desk. "This is a list of all my
forces," he announced, "everyone that is loyal to me. We have little
time to integrate our forces, but it must be done before The Hour comes.
28 I do not think either of us fully understand the consequences of
what we are about to do, but we both know we must do it.
29 Morn took a bottle of sweet wine from his desk and two glasses,
pouring out the drinks. He handed one to North. "To liberty," he said.
"May its cost for all be small."
30 "Liberty!" answered North. Downing the drink, he sat the glass back
on the desk, and rose. I'd better get going!" he continued. "There's a
lot to do. I take it you intend to act at the Ceremony, when the entire Empire will be watching."
31 "I can't think of a better time," agreed Morn. "Do you remember just
before your operation, North, how scared you were? That's how I feel,
right now ...terrified beyond belief, locked into a course I want to
pull away from, but knowing I can't; that at all cost, I must go
forward."
32 "Just know," North encouraged, "that you do not go alone."
33 As The Day for The Ceremony neared, the two friends were too busy to
see each other again. Only as The Hour approached and they entered The
Ancient Temple did their eyes again meet.