"...okay. Who's the test for whether it works if you read from one I make? Who and when."

"You can get them at an arbitrary point in time? 

We should probably start with one of our pilots who was shot down over Brithombar, something safe like that."

"Yeah, should be able to get them whenever, by time or to a less precise extent by condition or proximity to death or something. Name somebody."

"Andúmeldë."

"Right before they died?"

"Yep."

Chip.

"And a blank chip, to write to?"

Cam provides.

And a minute later - "here you are, have a go."

Cam: has a go.

Live fighter pilot. She blinks at Findekano. 

"Hey!" he says. "This is secret, do not contact anyone."

"As you see fit," she says a little shakily. 

"It's been about six months, your sister's still alive, we are going to have a strategy meeting and then I may give you leave to tell people. As far as you can tell are you completely okay?"

"Yep."

Cam relaxes, a little.

He does not look happy, or even slightly so. "Andúmelde, the room next door's empty, can you collect yourself there? We're going to be having a strategic discussion and it's inconveniently going to have to be spoken aloud." And he extends a hand. And she takes it, and stands, and is perfectly steady on her feet. 

"Okay," Findekano says to Cam, "now I think we should bring Maitimo back."

"...I think this will be more conspicuous to the Enemy than she will. - also you need to teach me how to do the chip reading and writing thing."

"Sure. Any hope of keeping it from Hell in general, and would sending you a copy make that worse?"

"If you were a demon you could make a version of the information only I could open. If you just tell me how to do it, then we're fine."

So he explains how to do it. "The King needs to know and I don't expect me telling him to go very well."

"Well, I'm not sure he'll be thrilled that all this time I could have resurrected his father, either. You think Maitimo's right for the job?"

"Ordinarily I'd say 'yes definitely' but the Oath complicates it. See, we don't need the Silmarils now, and they're still sworn to rend as many worlds as needed to retrieve them, and I'm not positive whether that'll compromise their capacity to think about our strategic priorities at this point."

"Do you - by any chance - have enough information about how the chip data is organized that you could like. Find the bits with the oath in them."

"I wish. 

...we could retrieve him before he swore it."

"How long ago was that? - Also please be really sure you're not forking people for personal reasons."

"I wouldn't fucking tamper with his head for my sake. Eight months ago, a month before you met us. It's possible they'll still be able to strategize in a straight line with the oath but I am not certain, it was a really really dangerously phrased oath."

"What was the phrasing?"