A Hymn Before Battle

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This book is dedicated to my loving wife, Karin, and my wonderful daughters Jenny and Lindy, for not leaving me while I wrote it.

Living with a writer is a lesser Circle of Hell.

“How many worlds does this make?” The dialogue took place before a wall-sized view-screen. The image was not one to make for happy conversation.

The aide knew the question was rhetorical. As the Ghin aged he was becoming soft, without direction. Yet powerful still.

“Seventy-two.”

“Not including Barwhon or Diess.”

“They have not yet fallen.”

The answer was silence. Then,

“We will use the humans.”

At last!

“Yes, your Ghin.”

Silence, a glance at the view-screen.

“That makes you happy, does it not, Tir.”

“I believe it to be a wise decision, as all of your decisions are wise, your Ghin.”

“But slow to come, late. Without decisiveness, without, what is that human word? ‘Élan.’ ”

The words of the aide’s reply were carefully chosen. “Had the decision been reached sooner, there, perhaps, would have been greater profit. Certainly the loss would have been reduced.”

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