But the memory of his reaction to the blue-suited tribe nagged at her. The way he had reacted to them. Back then, she hadn’t known enough of his language to tease the intent out of the tone, but now she could, and to her memory, the dark-skinned man who had first addressed Dale hadn’t been combative, but simply curious. So why had Dale attacked him? The recent trial had brought that question back to the fore of her mind, and she heard Noble Voice’s incessant questioning echoing through her head: