Chapter 26: Fighting blind

"Varielle should be sleeping still," Yeren said. "Ah, Lieutenant Cordenn, do you know where Varielle is?"

"I was just going to go get her for dinner," he said. "She went down to the gym to practice a bit."

Yeren sighed. "I told her to sleep."

"She did. Just not enough."

Daniel rubbed his eyes. "She can't keep going forever."

"No, but she does have a lot to do," Simarell sighed. "At least I can make sure she eats. It's this way. How'd the meeting go? With the other Jedi?"

"She's a full Knight now. Your father made her that just before he died."

"She never said that!" Even Daniel was surprised.

"She didn't feel she'd earned it so she didn't claim it."

"Sweet Maker but she can be stupid sometimes."

"I'd have said stubborn," Daniel said.

"And you're as bad as she is." The doors opened to reveal a number of people in exercise gear watching Varielle bouting with three men at once.

She was moving with careless grace, each motion flowing and purposeful and effective. The three men were obviously very good at fighting, but she was holding her own. Even to Daniel's inexpert eye she was moving with uncanny speed and skill. He noticed several moves straight out of USAF basic training, and one he was certain was a Jaffa sequence. Did she learn it from Teal'c, or the Jaffa on 992?

It wasn't until she sent one of the men flying clear across the room with one arm he realised she was fighting blindfolded. Yeren and Sadderve were commentating and the watchers were placing bets. To them, this was a spectacle, but nothing truly unusual.

He was silent.