The Status Civilization

"Moera is the one I want," Barrent said. "Young man, you err in your judgment." "I'll have to take that chance." "Very well," the judge said. "Your vacation starts at nine tomorrow morning. I sincerely wish you good fortune." Guards escorted Barrent from the judge's chambers, and he was taken back to his shop. His friends, who had been waiting for the death announcement, came to congratulate him. They were eager to hear the complete details of the Trial by Ordeal; but Barrent had learned now that secret knowledge was the road to power. He gave them only the sketchiest outline. There was another cause for celebration that night. Tem Rend's application had finally been accepted by the Assassin's Guild. As he had promised, he was taking Foeren on as his assistant. The following morning, Barrent opened his shop and saw a vehicle in front of his door. It had been provided for his vacation by the Department of Justice. Sitting in the back, looking beautiful and very annoyed, was Moera. She said, "Are you out of your mind, Barrent? Do you think I have time for this sort of thing? Why did you pick me?" "You saved my life," Barrent said. "And I suppose you think that means I'm interested in you? Well, I'm not. If you have any gratitude, you'll tell the driver that you've changed your mind. You can still choose another girl." Barrent shook his head. "You're the only girl I'm interested in." "Then you won't reconsider?"