Corwin looked at the other, wondering how much he knew of that old parental sore spot. But Justin"s face was giving nothing away. Doesn"t really matter, Corwin thought with a mental shrug. What mattered was that his parents would have their last two or three years together away from the worst of Aventine"s memories.
Away from Aventine-and in precisely the same sort of culturally uncluttered world in which they"d first fallen in love. It was, Corwin thought, perhaps their best shot at happiness. He hoped it worked.
Together, the five of them watched Chrys and Jonny board the Menssana. Then
Joshua let out a quiet breath and craned his neck to look down the hall. "I think we"ll get a better view of the launch path from the gallery over there," he said, pointing. "Anyone want to come?"
"Sure," Gwen said. "Come on, Almo."
"I"ve seen enough lifting ships to last me both this life and the next," Pyre grumbled. But he nevertheless allowed her to steer him away.
Justin remained gazing out the window as the three left, and for a few heartbeats Corwin wondered if the other hadn"t realized that he, too, had stayed behind. Then Justin stirred and glanced down the hallway. "You think they"ll ever get together?" he asked.
"Who-Almo and Aunt Gwen?" Corwin shrugged. "Don"t know. I guess it depends on whether Almo ever allows himself to give up the responsibilities of being a
Cobra long enough to accept someone else into his life. You know better than I do how seriously he takes his job."
"Yeah." Justin was silent a long moment. "You realize if it doesn"t work... well, Dad will be dead before the Qasamans can find the new worlds, but Mom might not be."
Corwin understood. "I don"t know, Justin. But if the mojos really do leave them there"ll be nothing in particular to unite them into a common front, warlike or otherwise. Especially since they"ll probably flounder around for a while just getting used to the new compet.i.tion. And if they"re broken up into smaller states or factions they"re as likely to open trade as to take shots at us."
Justin shook his head. "You"re forgetting what they"re like. I"ve seen them,
Corwin, and I know they"ll hold the grudge they have against us until their sun burns out. That kind of hate and fear will keep them working together against us, no matter what other compet.i.tion arises."
"Perhaps," Corwin nodded. "But only if their paranoia level stays as high as it is now."
"Why would it change-?" Justin broke off as a look of disbelief crossed his face. "You mean... the mojos might have been behind that?"
"Why not? We know they can amplify human emotions when they want to."
"But what does it gain them to have their hunters jumping at shadows?"
"Well..." Corwin"s lips twitched in a secret smile. "If you were convinced the universe was out to get you, where would you rather live? A city on a plain, or a village in the middle of a forest?"
Justin opened his mouth, blinked... and abruptly laughed. "I don"t believe it."
"Well, maybe I"m wrong," Corwin shrugged. "But maybe in a couple of generations we"ll find the Qasamans have become a perfectly reasonable society, ripe for trade and diplomacy."
"We can hope so, anyway." Justin sobered and turned again to the window. "It"s so hard when the old folks leave the nest."
Corwin laid a hand on his brother"s shoulder. "We"ll all miss them," he said quietly. "But... well, they"re old enough to make these decisions for themselves. Come on, let"s get over to the others. Traumatic times like this are what families were made for."
Together, they headed down the hallway.
The End