When Stefan crouched down beside the fallen Sansoussy, Ran-Del was staring fixedly at a point some twenty centimeters in front of his face. The Baron sighed. He hadn’t expected it would be this difficult to a get a captive Sansoussy warrior to listen to him.
Toth ran up beside him and held the medi-scanner over Ran-Del's body. “Is he going into shock? His pressure and heart rate are down.”
“Self-induced trance,” Stefan said. “He’s probably in a lot of pain right now. He hit the force field pretty hard.”
“How does he do that?” Toth asked.
Stefan wished he understood the answer better himself. “The Sansoussy teach their children biofeedback techniques for mastering their own bodies. It helps if you have a psy gift.”
“So what do we do with this one now?”
For just a few seconds, Stefan considered ordering his staff to take the Sansoussy back to the forest. He stared at the warrior’s caste bracelet, his long shaggy hair, his straight limbs. This particular Sansoussy was too perfect to toss back so quickly. Besides, another warrior might be even harder to handle. “You and Merced carry him back into the house. Put him on the sofa in the sitting room.”
“Yes, sir.” Toth called out to his companion and the two of them lifted Ran-Del and carried him inside.