thundered shut behind them, Jai felt as if he were trapped in a mausoleum. Jai Rockworth had died; from
this day on he was Jaibriol III.
He protected his mind, strenghtening his mental shields until no trace of his telepathic ability could leak
to the Traders with him. No, theEubians. He had to remember; Eubians never referred to themselves as
Traders. That name came from the people of the Skolian Imperialate, who abhorred the Eubians for
basing their economy on a slave trade. For the rest of his life, Jai would have to maintain his defenses; he
could never weaken, neither in his behavior nor his mental protections, lest it reveal that he who dared
claim the Carnelian Throne was a slave. A provider.
Nausea surged in Jai and he nearly lost his composure. More than any other reason, Aristos were hated
because they used providers to transcend. Providers were empaths and telepaths; Aristos were anti-
empaths. An Aristo could pick up the physical or emotional anguish of a psion, but instead of registering
it as pain, the Aristo felt pleasure. The stronger a psion, the more transcendence he or she “provided” the
Aristo. Craving the experience with a need that verged on obsession, Aristos made psions into the slaves
they called “providers.” Their pitiless culture allowed no exceptions; all empaths and telepaths were
providers.
Jai knew he would have to protect his mind every day for the rest of his life. The immensity of it was
more than he could absorb. If he slipped even once, revealing he was a psion, his life would become hell.
And yet—his claim to the throne was genuine.
To gain his title he had sent Corbal Xir a lock of his hair. Its DNA would show him as the true son of
Jaibriol II, the previous emperor of Eube, who had died less than two months ago. The Eubians would
undoubtedly check and double-check his DNA, but Jai knew they would find the proof they needed. His
great-great-grandfather, Eube Qox, had founded the Eubian Concord and been its first emperor. Eube had
been an Aristo of course, a Highton in fact, part of the highest Aristo caste. Only a Highton could be
emperor. Jai’s great-grandfather, Jaibriol I, had also been a Highton Aristo, as had been Jai’s grandfather,
Ur Qox.
Or so everyone believed.
Only Jai knew the truth: his great-grandfather had bred psi traits into the imperial line. A powerful enough
psion could use ancient technology that survived from the long-dead Ruby Empire, technology the
modern age couldn’t reproduce—or defend against. But no Aristo could be a psion; the traits, considered
a debilitating weakness, weren’t part of the Aristo gene pool. The genes that created a psion were
recessive, which meantboth parents had to contribute them to their child for the abilities to manifest.
Jaibriol I had sired a son with one of his providers and forced his empress to acknowledge the child as her
own, making the boy heir to the throne. It was an unspeakable abomination by Highton standards, but the
emperor had been fanatically hungry for the power of the ancient Ruby machines.
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