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Even allowing for the fact that the boy was in a hypnotic trance, there was an expression of idiocy on his loose-lipped, slack-jawed face, a pervading dullness. "One of our best sensitives," a man with a beard, several places down the table on Dallona's right, said. "You remember him, Dallona; he produced that communication from the discarnate Assassin, Sirzim.
As a result of your work and the Lady Dallona's, they'll lose that majority, and more, when the votes are tallied." "Is that another reason why you like me?" Verkan Vall asked. "Unofficially, yes. As President-General of the Society of Assassins, I must be nonpolitical.
"Well, it's a dome house belonging to the family of Starpha; they own a five-mile radius around it, oak and beech forest and underbrush, stocked with deer and boar. A hunting lodge. Prince Jirzyn of Starpha, Lord Girzon of Roxor, and a few other top-level Volitionalists, know that the Lady Dallona's hiding there. They're keeping her out of sight till after the election, for propaganda purposes.
There is still too much unseated land there, and too many personal opportunities, to make socialism attractive to anybody." "Well, that's about it," Zortan Brend told him. "I'm not enough of a psychicist to know what the Lady Dallona's been doing, but she's knocked the theoretical basis from under Statistical Reincarnation, and that's the basis, in turn, of Statistical Socialism.
"As I pointed out, the Statisticalist program of socialization is based entirely on the proposition that no one can choose the circumstances of his next reincarnation, and that's been demonstrated to be utter nonsense. Until the Lady Dallona's discoveries were announced, they were the dominant party, controlling a majority of the seats in Parliament and on the Executive Council.
"Well, there you see," Dirzed said, as they went back to the gun room. "So much for political expediency." "I think I understand why your picture and the Lady Dallona's were exhibited so widely," Verkan Vall said. "Now, anybody would recognize your bodies, and blame the Statisticalists for discarnating you." "That thought had occurred to me, Lord Virzal," Dirzed said.
"I take it the leaders of the Volitionalist Party here are pleased with the result of the Lady Dallona's work?" "Pleased? My dear Lord Virzal, they're fairly bursting with glee over it!" Harnosh of Hosh declared.
But psychic science is inextricably mixed with politics, and the Lady Dallona's work had evidently tended to discredit the theory of Statistical Reincarnation." "Do you often make understatements like that, Lord Virzal?" Olirzon grinned. "In the last six months, she's knocked Statistical Reincarnation to splinters."
The man on Dallona's right added his voice. Like the others at the table, he was of medium stature, brown-skinned and dark-eyed, with a wide mouth, prominent cheekbones and a short, square jaw.
Or, at least, they were, for the most part, before we began announcing the results of the Lady Dallona's experimental work." "Ah; now we come to it," Verkan Vall said as the story clarified. "Yes. In somewhat oversimplified form, the situation is rather like this," Dr. Harnosh of Hosh said.
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