"No reason not to talk," Harga replied. "Your father's kept me appraised of the intelligence reports coming in from our listening stations."
Jukaga stirred uncomfortably and looked back over at the human.
"There were bound to be incidents," Abram said. "Your Emperor's decision to not establish any formal connection with the Confederation after the first accidental contacts might be logical to you but would be confusing to our side. It was an indicator of belligerence."
"Beyond that, our nonmilitary communications are wide open and you're listening to them all the time. You cracked our language code by taking my ship and all its computer files, listening in is no problem for you now."
"There are reports of their launching a limited attack," Jukaga said.
Abram laughed. "Just like us. Again, a major difference between us. They figure if we bloody your nose a bit, let you know we aren't to be pushed around too much, that will settle it. Damn stupid bastards." Abram never raised his head as he delivered his conclusion.
Jukaga was surprised by the casual utterance of the foulest of oaths in regards to the leaders of the Confederation. Such blasphemy towards the Imperial line was cause for immediate execution.
"They think that what they call a limited action will dissuade you and that peace can then be made if too much damage has been avoided. Bizarre."
Jukaga nodded.
Harga sighed and there was a moment of eye contact between him and Abram. The human stood up. "I'd like you and Jukaga to talk some more. He only has a few days here before returning."
"As you wish," Abram replied.
"You might find him interesting. I think he'd enjoy reading your Sun Tzu, or Machiavelli."
"Ah, two masters. Though discussing them with someone who might one day be a leader in your war effort may be a compromise I'd prefer not to make."
Harga smiled. "We've been over that before, my friend. It was all in your ship's computers anyhow, though I dare say no one in the Imperial family gives a good damn about it. But Jukaga, here, might make a difference someday."
"A difference in defeating us?" Abram asked. "Know your friends, but know your enemies better."
"Maybe knowing your enemy might one day result in saving him and you."
"I'll think about that," Abram replied, and without any ceremonial bow the human turned and walked away.
"He troubles me," Jukaga said.
"He should. Your father is rather fond of him. No, that's the wrong word. Rather, he admires him."
"A slave?"
"No," Harga said forcefully. "A foe worthy of respect, an intellect as good as our own. That's always been the problem for us. We don't admire intellect, only brute strength and courage. We let our slaves do the thinking when it comes to the making and running of our machines. Abram told me there's been more than one clan in the history of humans who were like that. Do you know what happened to them?"
"They were destroyed?" Jukaga asked nervously.
Harga nodded and, reaching over to the young heir's cup, he poured another drink then settled back, fixing Jukaga with his gaze.
"Your father and I are friends of blood. He saved my life at the Battle of Turing in the Varni War. I remember the day you were born, the joy and triumph he felt. I once taught you and saw in you an intelligence even beyond your father's. I never had young of my own, so, young Jukaga, in some ways I pin my dreams on you."
Jukaga lowered his gaze, unable to reply.
"Thus I ask that you listen to me. I pray that the Gods will that I am wrong, and that the day after our own attack begins you will simply remember my words as the ramblings of a foolish old one."
"You do not believe we will win?" Jukaga asked.
"I believe this war will be a disaster. I know your father told the Emperor and the Crown Prince this but they will not listen."
"The Varni were but ten worlds and the fight they put up was a dangerous and surprising one, even though we had total surprise. This Confederation is hundreds, thousands of systems. The simple mathematics make it evident that we can not strike all places at once."
"The plan of the Crown Prince is brilliant," Jukaga replied.
Harga chuckled. "Come now, remember the fourth maxim of Xag?"
"No attack plan ever survives first contact with the enemy," Jukaga replied, reciting from rote the fourth of the eight maxims of the legendary warrior who had established the First Empire.
"There is one most important element the Crown Prince has ignored and I beg you, Jukaga, to remember this."
The use of the word beg was startling to the young warrior since it implied a desperate plea from an inferior to a superior.
"The humans have kaga, the warrior spirit. Their history and tradition is replete with it."
"Someday, Jukaga, it might fall upon you to shape the events of this war. I beg you, study these humans well. Learn their literature, hear their music, examine their history. It might shape how you feel. Do so at first with the intent of thus deciphering who they are in order to gain victory. Perhaps then you shall learn something more. Perhaps you might even grow to like them, frightening though that concept must now seem to one like you who is eager for blood."
Harga looked back towards the fields where the humans labored. Abram had rejoined them, several of the humans gathering around him looking curiously back towards the pavilion under the tree.
"You know I have orders from the Imperial Court to kill all of them," Harga said quietly.
Jukaga felt a sudden mix of emotions. An hour ago it would not have troubled him in the slightest, but now? He had spoken with one of them, shared drink, been challenged to think.
"This is our fiefdom," Jukaga replied. "The Imperial edicts do not directly apply here."
"This world is to be converted into a military base once the war begins. The jump points here might be of strategic value, therefore the Emperor has laid claim to this planet in exchange for another world in another sector."
"And will you?"
Harga smiled sadly.
"The Emperor speaks…" and his voice trailed off.
"A curious human. A good friend. We shall see. I guess he suspects it as well. After all, he tells me he has been on borrowed time since the day we discovered them here. As he puts it, he lives now mainly out of intellectual curiosity to see what happens. Many a night we've sat up till dawn, telling each other our histories, sharing thoughts. Funny, how similar we are, but how different. He's why your father sent you here. Spend what time you have with him. He might be the only human you'll ever really know, especially after the war begins; for when it does we will slaughter each other on sight."
Harga closed his eyes and Jukaga realized just how old his father's friend really was. His mane had gone nearly to white, the ripples of muscle on his limbs were melting away into nothingness.
Harga opened his eyes and looked back at Jukaga and his voice suddenly sounded distant and old, as if already whispering from the beyond.
"I fear that all that the Crown Prince shall succeed in doing is awakening the sleeping giant."
CHAPTER SIX
Earth-Headquarters CICCONFEDFLT. Confederation date 2634.181
"Senator More, a pleasure to see you."
Skip Banbridge forced a smile as the senator, with an imperial air, strolled into the admirals office as if it was More's personal domain.
Skip sat down and took a sip from his mug of coffee, making it a point not to offer More a cup.
"Your comment to the press yesterday about my political motivations for blocking the upgrade facilities for the Wildcat fighters was way out of line," More began, without even the pretense of exchanging a few pleasantries before launching straight into the attack.
"All I said was that it is time to put political considerations aside. We are heading for a crisis and we need the upgrades now."