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looked away. He seeks to scare the others into line. We are to be
made an example of his darker side, what will become of them if
they do not play along with his plans.
To hell with history!
There was more to the matter than that. Nicholas Kerensky was
revered by the people of his father’s Exodus. He had brought order
after two decades of vicious civil war on the Pentagon Worlds and
created a new society in his own image, an image that seemed
to evolve and change. Some think of him as a god already. I do
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not. I know him as a man. I have seen him bleed. There was more.
Nicholas was known to be wildly temperamental. He threw things,
screamed, berated his Khans, then could become an almost fa-
therly figure a moment later. Most of the other Khans chose to
look the other way during such tirades. Others wrote it off as part
of his ritual of fasting and exploring his inner self, as he had done
when he had come up with the concept of the Clans. Nicholas
wants to be remembered to the future as a god. At times, he is less
of a man than me because he holds himself in such high regard.
The ilKhan stood at the Wolves’ seat in the Grand Council chamber
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and surveyed each move that the clearly pained McEvedy made
as she carefully lowered himself into her seat.
“Khan McEvedy, it pleases us that you are here. Clearly you are in
pain. Perhaps it would be best to cancel this session until you are
more fit to perform your duties,” Nicholas said.
“IlKhan,” she said casually. “Whoever has told you that I am unfit
for my duties is incorrect. I am a Wolverine.” She refused to admit
her weakness, though clearly some of her peers were enjoying her
condition. Sarah had to be here today. This was the first Council
session since the Trial of Refusal. If she did not attend, the tra-
dition stood that the Grand Council could not meet. She would
not be the one that held up the meeting. Not when so much is at
stake.
Nicholas shook off the verbal barb with a pleasant grin. “I was
simply looking out for the health of a valued friend and ally.”
“It is appreciated then.”
“It appears that all Khans are present. If that is the case, let us con-
vene to discuss matters that are of importance to us all.” Nicholas
extended his arms and the Khans moved in and assumed their
seats around the great round table. McEvedy looked at each one
of them. Some did not make eye contact, and seemed to ignore
her. Others made a point of locking gazes with her, as if daring
Sarah to say or do something. The tension in the air was palatable.
Once we were like family…now there is only hate.