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"He won't be killing any more people," said Morn. "Let's get the rest of them!"
North was again uneasy at his friend's coldheartedness, but he remembered the plans he had for the men that had murdered his father. They hurried out of the business district and headed for a building that North knew very well. It was the same one he had lived in most of his life. They even went up the same elevator and stopped only two floors below his. The apartment was an outside one, but not as big as North's former home. It was probably just a kitchen, bedroom and living room. A woman's voice came over the com.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Lord's Guard," was the answer. "We'd like to ask you a few questions."
There was silence for several minutes, and then the door slid open, revealing one of North's men.
"She ran right into our arms on the balcony," he said. "She sure wanted to get away! She bit me!"
The man held up a bloody hand showing a great deal of teeth marks. The doctor came forward and quickly went to work bandaging the hand while North, Morn, and the Commandant went inside to where the two men were holding the struggling woman. When the woman saw Morn she began struggling even harder.
"Stay away from me!" she cried. "Stay away! Don't come near me!"
"Why did you kill my mother?" Morn asked. "You were my father's wife when my mother was brought here. She always said how good you were to her, how you used to laugh and she would tell you Hashon legends while you taught her Haven stories. She loved you, and never spoke a cruel word about you, yet you paid to have her killed! Why?"
"I was your father's wife for thirty years," the woman began to explain, "then your mother stole him away from me, and he sent me away. I gave him two sons, but he rejected them because they never made Academy. Then you came, and year by year all I heard whenever I visited was how wise you were, how strong, how bold, and I knew you would take the place my sons should have had. And I grew to hate her for having you. Then, when you made Academy, I walked out and hired an assassin, and when I heard it was done, I was happy, but every night I've been dreaming about the times she and I had together, and sometimes I cry. But I'm not sorry....I'm really not sorry."
The woman began to weep, and the two guards let go of her. She stumbled to a chair and broke into deep sobbing.
"Now I understand," said Morn, "one of the things my mother's people used to say. 'You can run from those persuing you for your wrongs, but you can never run from yourself.' Let's go," he told them.
"You're going to leave her?" asked one of the men.
"Yes," Morn announced. "We've got it all on the tape. We might as