“You know me, doll. I like to get my point across in a big way.”

“Thanks a lot.”

Martha started to laugh, but Jadd demanded indignantly, “What kind of protector is that, I’d like to know? I thought he was supposed to keep all men away from you, Shani!”

Shanelle was annoyed enough to snap, “No, just those I’ve already refused.”

Jadd’s color heightened in embarrassment, making him sneer, “I doubt that’s what your father had in mind.”

“You’re absolutely right, Jadd,” Shanelle replied. “It’s something my mother added to Corth’s programming without my father knowing. She is a Kystrani, after all, just like you. She believes in saying no when she feels like it, and yes when she feels like it.”

“But do you ever feel like saying yes?”

It was a question too personal even for a man in the grip of frustration to ask. Jadd regretted it immediately and looked away, not expecting an answer. Shanelle wouldn’t have answered him anyway. But Martha, that miscreant of metal parts, had no such qualms.

“It wouldn’t do her any good to say yes on Sha-Ka’an. She’s a daughter with a hale and hearty father who no one will challenge for the position of shodan, much less for a woman. There isn’t a warrior who knows her who will even approach her. All they can do is think about it, and try to prove to her father that they are worthy of being her lifemate. She won’t be sharing sex until then. She doesn’t dare go against the natural order of things.”

Shanelle was no longer thinking about throwing wine at the intercom. She was definitely going to smash it to bits. And she knew what Martha was doing. She was trying to goad Shanelle into standing up for her rights, by showing her how others would see her situation. And those others were looking at her in differing degrees of horror right now. Just what she needed, their pity on top of her own self-pity.

“Is that really how it works, Shani?” Caris asked. “Do you have to go straight to a permanent commitment without even getting to try the guy out first?”

“Most Sha-Ka’ani females don’t mind that at all-” Shanelle began, only to have Martha butt in again.

“They don’t know how to buck the system.”

“Tradition, Martha, not system, and stay the hell out of this!”

“But, Shani, you’re half Kystrani,” Cira pointed out.

“That’s right,” Shanelle replied. “Something Martha conveniently forgets about just to make her points. I do happen to have other options, one I’ve already decided on.”

“The coward’s way out,” Martha said with a snort. “You can find what you’re looking for right at home. You don’t have to go to another Star System and end up breaking your mother’s heart in the process.”

There it was, what Shanelle should have realized from the start. Martha was only on loan to her. She was first and foremost Tedra’s, and everything she said and did was ultimately for Tedra’s benefit.

Shanelle sighed. “All right, Martha, I’ll look, I really will, right up until my father makes his choice. But if I don’t agree with his choice, then I’m gone, and my mother will back me on that.”

“I know she will. All I’m asking for is a little effort on your part so it won’t come to that, and now that you’ve agreed to make it, you’ll have my complete support.”

“Well, I hope you realize one of the undesirable possibilities of your underhanded goading.”

“Of course I do. Dense isn’t in my programming.” And suddenly Jadd disappeared from his perch on the end of the couch only to reappear a few moments later looking mighty shook up. Martha’s voice was now purring as she addressed the young man. “That was just a preview of what will happen to you, Mr. Ce Moerr, if you mention any of what you’ve heard here tonight to a certain somebody’s father. Only next time you won’t be Transferred to your cabin and back, you’ll be dropped in deep space.”

Even Shanelle was impressed by that threat. Molecular Transfer was the means to get from ship to planet surface without landing or using Transfer craft. It literally Transferred your body from one point to the other in less time than it took to blink. And Martha was in control of the Rover’s Transfer system.

“That’s-that’s against the laws of Life Appreciation,” Jadd said in a horrified whisper.

“That’s rich,” the computer was heard to chuckle. “I’m a Mock II, kid. I don’t obey any laws other than my own. Everyone knows-” There was a long pause, and then Martha actually screeched, “Get the hell out of my terminal, Brock!”

Shanelle blinked in pleased surprise. She hadn’t realized they were close enough to contact Sha-Ka’an yet, but the deep, masculine voice that now came through the intercom proved that they were.

“Be quiet, woman,” the voice sternly ordered Martha. “I have come at the request of Shanelle’s parents, both of her parents.”

That “both” was all that was necessary to calm Martha’s outrage, but of course Brock knew that, which was why he’d included it. He could be just as high-handed or underhanded as Martha was, but then he was also a free-thinking Mock II computer. And he happened to belong to Shanelle’s father, which meant Brock had been programmed to be compatible with no one but Challen. To this day, Martha still complained that she was the one who had helped to create him by supplying Challen’s statistics. But she had done it for Tedra, because Tedra had wanted to surprise Challen with his own Mock II.

Some surprise. For a year Challen wouldn’t even go near Brock. He didn’t want anything that ultramodern belonging to him. And after he did finally give in and start talking to the computer, it had taken nearly another year of arguing between the two of them to establish dominance, which each felt they had won. But now they got along perfectly. And lately, much to everyone’s amusement other than Martha’s, Brock had been trying to exert a warriorlike dominance over Martha as well, an impossibility if there ever was one.

Martha’s outrage might have been put on temporary hold, but her grumbling certainly wasn’t. “Just say what you have to say, then get your tin ass out of my terminal. And the next time you think to drop in, you damn well better ask permission first.

“A tin warrior can get his circuits fried,” Martha actually growled.

“Now, now,” Shanelle said with a grin. “If you two have forgotten, you have an avid audience here who has never heard computers fighting before, and quite frankly, you’re shocking the hell out of them.”

“We weren’t fighting,” Martha insisted.

“Your amusement is uncalled-for, Shanelle,” Brock gently scolded.

“That’s right.” Shanelle sighed. “When you come, you come fully equipped, including sight. Just how long have you been with us, Brock?”

“Not to worry, kiddo,” Martha assured her. “He’s sneaky, but he’s not sneaky enough to arrive without my knowing it immediately. Now state your business, Brock, and go home.”

There was a long pause, as if Brock were debating whether to do as instructed or upbraid Martha on the inadvisability of giving him orders. He finally addressed Shanelle.

“I bring you greetings from your parents, child. They have sorely missed you, and eagerly await your arrival on the next rising.”

“Is my mother there, Brock?” Shanelle asked eagerly. “Can I talk to her?”

“I am sorry,” Brock replied. “But Challen and Tedra are presently at the competitions, where they will remain until this moonrise.”

“What competitions?” Martha demanded before Shanelle even thought to. If there was anything Martha hated, it was not knowing about something before anyone else did, and before Brock in particular.

“Warriors throughout the land have been invited to Sha-Ka-Ra to test their skills against each other. It began this rising and will continue until a champion of all is declared. Challen, of course, is the ultimate judge, and so his presence is required for each event, as is your Tedra’s. Otherwise they would meet Shanelle at the Visitor’s Center. Since they cannot leave the competitions, an escort will await Shanelle at the bus station to take her to her parents’ pavilion in the park.”