…and perhaps a few old scores settled along the way。
Still； envoys of the two groups gathered in the dead of night； near a steaming fumarole； by the winding path leading to the silent nest of the Egg。 Most of those in the conspiracy wore heavy cloaks to hide their identities。 Harullen； who was among the few still to possess a functioning rewq； was asked to remove the squirming symbiont from his sensory cupola； lest the delicate creature burn itself out in the atmosphere of strained intrigue。 Creatures of the Great Peace； rewq were not suited for times of war。
Or is it because the zealots don't want us to see too much； Lark pondered。 Not for nothing were rewq called the 〃mask that reveals。〃 Their near…universal hibernation was as troubling as the heavy silence of the Egg itself。
Before starting； the zealots first cracked open several jars； releasing swarms of privacy wasps around the periphery…an ancient ritual whose origins had been lost but that now made earnest sense； after discoveries of the last few days。 Then the urrish spokesman for the cabal stepped forward； speaking in Galactic Two。
〃Your association sees opportunity in the （greatly lamented） ing of these felons；〃 she accused。 The whistles and clicks were muffled by a cowl； obscuring all but the tip of her muzzle。 Still； Lark could tell she wasn't many seasons past a middling； with at most one husband pouched under an arm。 Her diction implied education； possibly at one of the plains academies where young urs； fresh from the herd； gathered within sight of some steaming volcano； to apprentice in their finest arts。 An intellectual； then。 All full of book learning and the importance of her own ideas。
Yeah； a part of him answered honestly。 In other words； not too different from yourself。
Harullen answered the rebel's challenge； making a political point by speaking Anglic。
〃What do you mean by that strange proposition？〃
〃We mean that you perceive； in these （disliked/unwele） aliens； a chance to see your ultimate goals fulfilled！〃
The urs stamped a foreleg。 Her insinuation sent angry murmurs through the heretic delegation。 Yet Lark had seen it ing。
Harullen's gray carapace rocked an undulating circle。 A traeki gesture； which the ringed ones called Objection to Unjust Impeachment。
〃You imply that we condone our own murder。 And that of every sapient on Jijo。〃
The urrish conspirator imitated the same motion； but in reverse…Reiteration of Indictment。
〃I do so （emphatically） imply。 I do so （in brutal frankness） mean。 All know this is what you heretics （misguidedly） desire。〃
Lark stepped forward。 If the zealots' murmur included any anti…human slurs； he ignored them。
〃That is not （negation reiterated） what we desire！〃 Lark plained； garbling the qualifier trill…phrase in his haste to speak up。
〃There are two reasons for this；〃 he continued； still struggling in GalTwo。
〃First among our grounds （for rebuttal） is this…the aliens （greedy to extreme fault） must not only eliminate all sapient witnesses （to crime/to theft） who might testify in a Galactic court。 They must also wipe out the native stock of any （unlucky） species they steal from Jijo！ Otherwise； how embarrassing would it be someday； when the （foolish） thieves announce their adoption of a new client race； only to be confronted with proof that it was stolen from this world？ For this reason they must exterminate the original population； when they depart。
〃This we （in righteousness） cannot allow！ Genocide of innocent life is the very crime our group was （in selfless righteousness） formed to fight！〃
Harullen and the other heretics shouted approval。
Lark found his throat too dry to continue in Galactic Two。 He had made the gesture。 Now he switched to Anglic。
〃But there is another reason to resist being slaughtered by the aliens。
〃There is no honor in simply being killed。 Our group's goal is to seek agreement； consensus； so that the Six shall do the right thing slowly； painlessly； voluntarily； by means of birth control； as an act of nobility and devotion to this world we love。〃
〃The effect； in the end； would ve identical；〃 the urrish speaker pointed out； slipping into the same language Lark used。
〃Not when the truth is finally revealed！ And it will be； someday； when this world has new legal tenants； who take up the mon hobby of archaeology。〃
That statement triggered confused silence。 Even Harullen rotated his cupola to stare at Lark。
〃Exflain； flease。〃 The urrish rebel bent her forelegs； urging him to continue。 〃What difference will archaeology signify； once we and all our descendants are long gone； our hoof bones littering the wallows of the sea？〃
Lark drew himself up； fighting fatigue。
〃Eventually； despite all efforts to live by the Scrolls and leave no permanent marks； this story will someday be told。 A million years from now； or ten； it will bee known that a society of sooners once dwelled here； descendants of selfish fools who invaded Jijo for reasons long forgotten。 Beings who nonetheless transcended their ancestors' foolishness； teaching themselves where true greatness lies。
〃That is the difference between seeking dignified self…extinction and being foully murdered。 For honor's sake； and by all the blessings of the Egg； the choice must be ours； every individual's； not imposed on us by a pack of criminals！〃
Harullen and his other friends were clearly moved。 They shouted； hissed； and umbled fervent support。 Lark even heard some approving murmurs among the cowled zealots。 Without benefit of rewq； he could tell he was managing to sound convincing…although deep inside； he scarcely believed his own words。
Ling's bunch don't seem to fear archaeological hobbyists of some future aeon。
In fact； Lark didn't give a damn either； whether some obscure historical footnote said nice things about the Six； far in the distant future。
Good laws don't need rewards or recognition to make them right。 They're true and just on their own account and should be honored even if you know that no one else is watching。 Even if no one ever knows。
Despite all the well…recited flaws of Galactic civilization； Lark knew the rules protecting fallow worlds were right。 Though he'd been born flouting them； it was still his duty to help see to it they were obeyed。
Contrary to his own words； he had no objection； in principle； to Ling's bunch eliminating local witnesses； if the means were gentle。 Take a gene…tailored plague； one leaving everyone healthy but sterile。 That might handle their witness predicament and solve Jijo's problem as well。
Ah； but Lark also had a duty to oppose the raiders' gene…stealing scheme。 That； too； was a violation of Jijo； not unlike rape。 With the sages apparently waffling； only the zealot conspiracy seemed willing to fight the alien threat。
Hence Lark's impassioned lie； meant to build trust between two very different radical bands。 He wanted a coalition with the zealots； for one simple reason。 If there were plans afoot； Lark wanted a say in them。
Cooperate for now； he told himself as he spoke on； using his best oratorical skills to soothe their suspicions； arguing persuasively for alliance。
Cooperate； but keep your eyes open。
Who knows？ There may e a way to acplish both goals with a single stroke。
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THE UNIVERSE DEMANDS OF US A SENSE OF IRONY。 For example； all the effort and good will that forged the Great Peace was worthwhile。 We folk of the mons became better； wiser because of it。 We also supposed it would work in our favor； if/when Galactic inspectors came to judge us。 Warring nations do more harm to a world than those who calmly discuss how best to tend a shared garden。 It would surely weigh well that we were courteous and gentle criminals； not rapacious ones。
Or so we reasoned。 Did we not； my rings？
Alas； no judges dropped from the sky； but thieves and liars。 Suddenly； we must play deadly games of intrigue； and those skills are not what they were in days before mons and Egg。
How much more capable we might have been； if not for peace！
We rediscovered this truth with sharp pangs today； when a panting galloper showe