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Hoddan felt an instinctive respect for people who would undertake to move themselves, the third of the population of a planet, over a distance that meant years of voyaging. They might have tastes in costume that he did not share, and they might go in for elaborate oratory instead of matter-of-fact statements, but they had courage. "Yes, sir," said Hoddan.
A perfectly computed course for landing will get down to ground with the use of the least number of centigrams of fuel possible. But fuel-efficient maneuvers are rarely time-efficient ones. Hoddan hadn't the time or the data for computation.
The stun-pistol hummed, though its noise was inaudible through the yells of the charging partisans of the Lord Ghek. Hoddan swore from the depths of a very considerable vocabulary. "Get back up on your horse or I blast you and leave you for Ghek's men to handle when they're able to move about again! Get back on that horse! One two " The man got back on the horse. "Now go on ahead," rasped Hoddan.
"I saw Father talking to them! He looked happy, and he never looks happy unless he's planning some skulduggery!" "I think," said Hoddan, "that I'll have some breakfast, if I may. As soon as I fasten up my ship bag." Thal said mournfully: "If anything happens to you, something will happen to me too, because I helped you." "Breakfast first," said Hoddan.
His seven Darthian crewmen, aware of coming action, dolefully sharpened their two-foot knives. They did not know what else to do, but they were far from happy. Hoddan shared their depression. Such gloomy anticipations before stirring events are proof that a man is not a fool.
She gazed about her in purest despairing horror. She did not see Hoddan for a moment. Her eyes were filled with the brawny, mustachioed piratical figures who were Darthian gentlemen and who grinned at her in what she took for evil gloating. She wailed. Hoddan swallowed, with much difficulty, and said sickly: "It's all right, Nedda. It was a mistake. Nothing will happen to you.
He'd assured Hoddan that there was a fund for the assistance of political refugees, and that the bag and its contents was normal. But in addition to the gift-clothing, Hoddan had a number of stun-pistols, formerly equipment of the police department of Walden's capital city. He followed his bag to a warehouse.
They've had no trouble." Hoddan winced. "Did you tell the Minister that?" "Hardly," said the ambassador. "It would have done you no good. You're in open revolt and have performed overt acts of violence against the police. But also it was impolite enough for me to suggest that the local government was stupid. It would have been most undiplomatic to prove it."
Hoddan set to work with the remnants of a tool shop on the ancient yacht and some antique coils and condensers and such. He became filled with zest. He almost forgot that he was the skipper of an elderly craft which should have been scrapped before he was born. But even he grew hungry, and he realized that nobody offered him food.
They went overhead, more brilliant than the brightest stars, and when partway down to the horizon they suddenly winked out. "What on Earth are they?" demanded Fani. "I never saw anything like that before!" "They're spaceships in orbit," said Hoddan. He was as astounded as the girl, but for a different reason. "I thought they'd be landed by now!" It changed everything.
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