Cally's War

“Are we at a stalemate here?” Nathan O’Reilly clearly was not talking about the chessboard, which had at least five moves to mate, if the Indowy across from him made a particular mistake. And that was one of the shorter options.

“I do not know. Possibly. And it gives me grief to admit it. You humans cannot, or will not be other than what you are. And I have observed enough humans and read enough of your history to know that human organizations without what you call down chain loyalty simply do not work. They collapse of their own weight, as a tower whose antigrav fails.” His hands crossed briefly in the equivalent of a shrug.

“I understand why loyalty that only goes up the chain, Your Loolnieth, works for the Indowy. But don’t you have true reciprocal obligations in arrangements between clans? Can’t your people be persuaded to see the analogy?”

“I truly do not think relations between the Indowy of the Bane Sidhe and our human friends can go on as they have been. But your analogy interests me. Would it be possible for me to ask for some time to contemplate it without offending you? I do not know what may be done with it, but there is a leaf just beyond the reach of my hand. Alone, perhaps my thoughts can climb the tree.” He stood and almost turned, stopping and putting a hand on O’Reilly’s arm, instead.

“You do realize that I do not turn away from you or your species, that my need for contemplation is genuine, do you not?” The slight tilt of his head evinced concern.

“You don’t have to prove yourself to me, old friend. I trust you.” The priest withdrew and was gone.