”“Thorne Saint Cirq,” I told him, “and this is my friend Grace O’Malley.” He appeared startled on hearing this and studied Grace intently ...or a short time. I could feel him probing her with several of his senses.“Thee Grace O’Malley, the original?” he finally asked.“The very one,” Grace assured him with a grin.“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said holding out his hand to her to shake hands.“Perhaps we should adjourn to the tent, where we will be able to talk in private,” he suggested following. Looking again at Mellos, he could see that she was starting to struggle a bit. Come on Mellos, just a little more.Suddenly Sam’s head snapped up to look shy ward. His smile got larger as he felt what he’d been waiting for start to develop.In orbit the seven were pouring on as much power as they could. They had felt the two Clivertones falter a bit. Damnit! They needed more power, (we need to go to full power, all of us) the council’s thoughts shouted to the two elites.Both elites slightly. Still, Dick pondered, the economy was tight and every little bit helped. He gave the civilians, which was anything non-commercial, a good 12 miles over the limit. Usually about 8 was the norm, but when the weather was good Dick tended to be a little generous on the south bounders; it was all downhill after all.Buses and trucks generally got a little more regardless of what direction they were going, because they had deadlines and driving was their business. A lot of cops liked grabbing those. I think about my mother often. Father also told me I look just like her, except I have his eyes. I know I have his eyes, they are the same bright, icy blue every day. I imagine my mother was beautiful, because in all reality, I know I am too. I’m not being vain, it is simply the truth. Father loved her more than life itself, and if it wasn’t for me, I don’t know what would have happened. Even though I have been with my father all of these years, I still long for a more intimate relationship, I.