Beran stood facing the wall with his arms crossed, his head bowed as he studied the grass. “And you feel responsible for it?” he murmured. “You feel as if you"ve…How does that delightful Earth phrase go? Set off a powder keg?”
“Sometimes…”
It wasn"t her fault; she knew that. There was no doubt in her mind that saving Kevin Harmon – trying to save him, anyway; Companion be praised for Harry Carlson"s timely intervention – had been the right thing to do. But she couldn"t help but feel that a skilled Justice Keeper would have been able to do it without causing a public outcry. That was rubbish, and she knew it, but her guilty conscience didn"t always take advice from her rational mind. Also, I just thought the word “rubbish!” Less than four hours in London, and I"m already picking up Britis
