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"I'll go along if it's necessary," Blalok said. "There's a staff there, Old Doc trained them," Jordan said. "Then it shouldn't be necessary," Kennon said. Blalok sighed with relief and turned to Alexander. "We could check the records while those two are about their bloody work." "I'd rather check a long strong drink," Alexander replied.
You and Blalok are my hands, ears, and eyes on Flora. You are responsible to me and to me alone. While I defer at times to the desires of the Family, I do not have to. I run Outworld Enterprises and all the extensions of that organization. I possess control and the Family knows it. My men are respected and furthermore they know everything that goes on." He smiled icily.
Without us they can't even keep going as a race. They're technological morons. They don't live long enough to understand modern civilization. To turn those poor helpless humanoids out into human society would be criminal. It's our duty to protect them even while we're using them." "Man's burden? Kennon said, repeating the old cliche. "Exactly." Blalok scowled.
"Why the quarantine?" Jordan asked. "I want to get any carriers. We can check them with antigen, and then give Trematox." "All that concentration in Bay Ten," Jordan said. "Does it mean something?" "Blalok said that there was a Santosian in your division." "Yeah Joe Kryla and come to think of it, he ran Bay Ten!" "That's a help now let's see what makes that bay different from the others." "Why?"
I still don't like his reaction. It was too violent too defensive. I don't feel right about it. Perhaps Betans are more sensitive than most people but it seems to me that he's trying to conceal something. There was an undertone of fear and something else beneath his defenses." "Couldn't you get any more than that?" Blalok asked. "You're pretty good at this mind-reading business."
A series of fenced pastures containing hundreds of huge grayish-white quadrupeds slipped past. "Cattle?" Kennon asked. "Yes Earth strain. That's why they're so big. We also have sheep and swine, but you won't see them on this run." "Any native animals?" "A few and some which are native to other worlds. But they're luxury-trade items. The big sale items are beef, pork, and mutton." Blalok chuckled.
Alexander laughed. "I know," he said. "He'd like to kill me, too." Blalok shrugged. "But in the meantime I want you to keep an eye on Kennon. If his outline is all right, I'm going to authorize him to set up this experiment. I want to give him every possible chance. I like him and he's done good work. I wouldn't want him to feel that I distrust him." "Which you do, of course," Blalok said dryly.
"That's his opinion. And as long as he stays out of my way he's welcome to it." Blalok looked at Kennon's haggard face with mild concern, "Doc," he said, "you'd better take it easy. You're going to pieces." "I'll be through here in another week, I'll have this all wrapped up." "Providing you're not wrapped up first." "Eh?" "In a shroud. You look like a walking corpse." Kennon chuckled wearily.
"Not at the moment," Kennon said. "Something troubling you?" "No just thought I'd drop in for a moment and congratulate you." "For what?" "For surviving the first year." "That won't be for two months yet." Blalok shook his head. "This is Kardon," he said. "There's only three hundred and two days in our year, ten thirty-day months and two special days at the year's end." Kennon shrugged.
Now that we know the cause, we shouldn't have any more death losses." "Old Doc didn't treat at the hospital," Blalok said. "I'm not Old Doc." "But it's going to mess up our operations. We're using the ward buildings to finish training the Lani scheduled for market." "Why?" "It's convenient. Most of the ward space is filled right now." Blalok said. There was a touch of disgust in his voice.
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