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her peers, the khans, the rulers of each Clan. It was borne in the
competitive nature of their existence, the fact that they were pitted
against each other throughout their lives. This struggle seemed
more prevalent though, at least as of late. The debates in the tem-
porary Hall of Khans, a makeshift command post left over from
the time of the Great Relief, had carried a sharper edge to them.
The arguments had taken on a more personal tone. McEvedy her-
self had been pulled into three Trials of Grievance recently with
other Khans, almost unheard of a few years before.
Worse yet, she had seen alliances forming. In the past, they
had been one brotherhood of warriors under Nicholas’s banner.
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But lately she had seen the changes. There were the huddled,
whispered meetings in the hallways and back offices. There was
obviously aligning of voting. “It won’t be too long before we have
to form a new caste–the Politicians,” she had said sarcastically in
one debate–one that had garnered her icy glares from some of
her peers. Sarah had stayed away from any alliances, implied or
otherwise. There was something distasteful about Clans working
with each other against the benefit of others.
I don’t care about politics. I’m a Wolverine. Khan McEvedy only
hoped that that was going to be enough in the years to come.
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Nicholas had asked her to stay a few days after the session for
dinner, and she had been looking forward to it. They used to eat
together all the time, before Klondike, before the loss of Andery.
During the Pentagon Civil War, they had dined in tents and over
bonfires as battles raged. Those were the days, we had a cause, a
purpose. The fighting had wrapped up weeks earlier, but peace
was uncomfortable for McEvedy and the other Khans. There was
a chafing that came with peace. The Clans had been engineered
for war.
Nicholas had been a unifying figure, despite his personality
quirks. With the death of his father, Nicholas had taken on the
image of the old man, he had offered hope where hope had been
lost. He offered the people a future. During those dinners of years
past, they had sat and talked about what the worlds would be like
when the war was over. It was as if they were on a holy quest. The
future was far away and was held up like the Holy Grail.
It had been like that since Andery’s death for her. The future was
harder to see. Part of it was that Andery had burned with a streak
of independence that she admired, cherished. Another part of it
was that deep in her soul, she felt that Nicholas may have played
some role in his death.
Adding to some of the new stresses that the Clans were feeling