“What is this?” The senator looked at the orange liquid that sparkled with the light of the heavy cut glass.
“Sarran brandy, called Asta.” The senator took a sip and made a face as the fiery liquid burned his throat, but it made him stop shaking.
“They gave me a shot before I could board, what was that?” This was a curious man.
“They gave you a language chip so you could understand Sarran.”
The Senator rubbed his arm.
“I understand you very well. Thank you for saving my family tonight. Does this mean what I think it means? I read the treaty. Will she and my grandson be taken to Sarran?”
“If she so wishes. She is our fem. If she accepts us, she will go. Sarran is a closed planet. No one but Sarrans or their fems are allowed on its soil. If you agree to live on Sarran and renounce your citizenship, you may come with us, if that’s what she wants, and if you have no other ties.” The Senator looked as if he were contemplating what he just heard.