shaking. He must reach her. He must reach her before she boarded.
Ing-Radi appeared at the hatch of the ship. She was looking into the customs area, for Elric. She could say nothing to stop Londo. Any objection would reveal what they knew.
Elric dissolved the illusion, stumbled down the corridor toward the customs area, his body throbbing in time with his heart. He slammed into a wall, pushed himself along it.
The shabby-looking lieutenant, playing the gracious host, bowed and waved Carvin inside. She hesitated only a moment. Then she entered.
"Good-bye, dear lady," Londo called.
Carvin looked back over her shoulder, her face carefully composed, revealing nothing. "Good-bye, Londo."
Through the probes on the Ondavi, Elric watched the lieutenant lead her into the ship, toward the flight deck.
He stopped short in the entrance to the customs area, gasping. She was gone. And she could not be removed from the ship without alerting the crew that something was amiss. He took a few uneven steps, came up against the wall.
She was one of the best of the young mages, clever, disciplined, yet always smiling, full of life. When she and Alwyn had come to visit, she had always been a bright light in their lives.
From just inside the hatch, Ing-Radi was looking toward him with concern. Elric took a breath and straightened, moving away from the wall. He turned his back on her and Londo, struggling to collect himself. This possibility he had not foreseen. He had promised Alwyn he would watch over Carvin. And now he could not save her.
* * *
"Stop, Galen!" Blaylock's voice was sharp. "It is a Vorlon ship."
Galen had been about to form the spell of destruction in his mind. He quickly shifted his target away from the approaching ship, imploding instead