‘As you know, it is wise to have forethought, to plan for all eventualities. The Senior Forecaster will recall that, soon after the PPA, I asked for some of the paramount eggs to be progressed.’ Élin paused to inspect the effect of the artificial lights high overhead on the gleaming depths of her jewelled forearms.
Jaxon nodded. He did not think this an appropriate moment to say more than, ‘Yes, my lady.’
Élin rested both hands on the arms of the throne and sat straighter. ‘Four eggs were progressed. But one failed. Isn’t that right, Head Recyler?’
Ziya lowered her head. Her voice was soft with regret. ‘Indeed, my lady. One egg failed to complete embryogenesis.’
‘Yes,’ hissed the Regent. She was silent a moment, considering. Jaxon knew that had the times allowed, she would have recycle
