I am sworn to uphold a solemn duty for my people. I protect he who is our representative to other worlds. Many times I have shielded him from intrusion, harassment, and even outright attack. I keep his confidence without question.
On this day we walk in the strange wet weather of this alien land, I at the discreet distance that is my station. He gives me a subtle glance over his shoulder, and I understand its meaning. As in similar situations on many different planets, I am to withdraw, to afford him more privacy with the diplomat to whom he is speaking.
But his companion is not another diplomat. It is she, the human linguist. Her work is important, I am told; she seeks to build new ways to bridge the differences between our peoples.
It is said that the ambassador's complete embrace of IDIC is what enables him to be so effective. Nevertheless, I am unprepared for what happens next.
He sends me another look, and I am shocked. I am to depart entirely. While I am chastising myself for my emotional display, my duty suddenly becomes clear. I see him take her hand, and I turn my head away.
I think of my own bondmate, and I wonder.
