But the one great uncertainty would not let his mind rest. Maybe he was wrong, he told himself. Maybe the Rorlans hadn’t planned to go so far as they did. Nothing at the trial or elsewhere had shown any evidence of collusion between Barmese and the Rorlans. Yet that proved nothing. The Rorlans were clever enough to know what the renegades would do and use the knowledge for their own purposes.
He didn’t know. He never would know. But he believed there was collusion with all his heart and nothing would ever change his opinion.
In the morning he appeared at breakfast hollow-eyed and sleepless-looking.
“I heard you up late,” his mother remarked.
“I’ll sleep when we’re back home.”
“Engon called. He said to tell you preparations are being made for return of the delegates. We should be ready
