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Georg, Maida and Elza were with me. Geno-Rhaalton stepped up to us. Bare-headed. A solemn little man, heavy-hearted. "Good-by," he said simply. "I know you will do your best." "Jac! Look there!" I followed Elza's startled gesture to the soft, white clouds which were massed in the sky above us.
Cla. Cruel Antonio, come, lets go give 'em Joy. Ant. And finish our Affair with Mr. Vicar. Joy to my noble Lord, and you, fair Isabella! Isa. Cla. Your Honour I hope will pardon him. Isa. Jac. I give your Honour joy. Isa. Thank thee, poor Creature. Fran.
He touched a button on his desk. "Prepare a standard 2-A contract for Dr. Jac Kennon's signature. And attach two riders, a full P-P-yes, no exceptions and a security-leak contingency, Form 287-C. Yes that's right that one. And strike out all provisions of Article Twelve which conflict with the Peeper Laws. Yes. Now and finish it as soon as you can." He touched another button.
Then the larger platform; the power plant, like a floating building sailing majestically up. "Come, Jac." Elza and Maida were inside the instrument room gazing through one of its windows; and Georg drew me within, closing the transparent door after us. Through the windows I could see the line of vehicles following after the girls. Then our instrument room rose quietly, soundlessly.
Matter! what matter? I heard the civil Message the Governor sent, and the uncivil Answer you return'd back. Fran. Very good; did that grieve your heart? alas, what pity 'twas I carried you not in my hand, presented you to him my self, and beg'd him to favour me so much to do my office a little for me, or the like; hah, Jul. And there's need enough, and the truth were known. Jac. Well said, Madam.
And then Elza put her cool little hand in mine. "We're glad to see you, Jac. Very glad." They took me to the house. Dr. Brende was a small, dark man of sixty-odd, smooth-shaven, a thin face, with a mop of iron-grey hair above it, and keen dark eyes beneath bushy white brows.
"Identify yourself give your license. Over." "What port are you?" "Hunterstown will you please identify? Over." "Your co-ordinates," Kennon snapped. "Over." "280.45 67.29 plus. Repeat request your identification." "Pilot Kennon, Jac, Beta 47M 26429. I have no I.D. for the ship and you'll see why when I land. Over." "Hunterstown Port to Kennon. You are not repeat not cleared to land.
This then was the secret the existence of which Tarrano had learned. He had.... But Dr. Brende was quietly voicing my thoughts. "It seems obvious, Jac, that this Tarrano at least suspects that I have made some such discovery as this. That he would withhold it from mankind, for the benefit of his own race, seems also obvious. That he is about to make an attempt to get it from me, I am convinced."
And can you blame me, Jacinta? have I not many Reasons to be sad? first have I not lost the only Man on earth in Don Carlos, that I cou'd love? and worse than that, am married to a Thing, fit only for his Tomb; a Brute, who wanting sense to value me, treats me more like a Prisoner than a Wife? and his Pretence is, because I should not see nor hear from Don Carlos. Jac.
If he suspects us he'll find a way to let Silent know we're here and then the hunters will be hunted." In the house they found a dozen cattlemen sitting down at the table in the dining-room. As they entered the room the sheriff, who sat at the head of the table, waved his hand to them. "H'ware ye, boys?" he called. "You'll find a couple of chairs right in the next room. Got two extra plates, Jac?"
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