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"It's more like history, we learn it to remember that we were once a great race and that we may be again. Someday there will come a male, a leader to bring us out of bondage, and our race will be free of dependence on men. There will be pairings again, and freedom to live as we please." She looked thoughtfully at Kennon. "You might even be the one even though you are human.
"You haven't been too long," Kennon said. "Now tie Douglas' hands behind him while I keep him covered." "It's a pleasure," Copper murmured. "I'm frightened," Copper said, twisting uncomfortably in the shock chair beside Kennon's. "After you have been so brave?" Kennon asked. "That's nonsense. It's just nervous reaction. Now web in like I showed you. It's time for blast-off.
He handed Kennon the shackles and a key to the cell door and drew his Burkholtz. "See," the Lani growled. "It is as I say. Men are cowards." "You know gun?" Douglas asked as he pointed the muzzle of the Burkholtz at the Lani. "I know," George growled. "Gun kill." "It does indeed," Douglas said. "Now get back clear back against the wall." George snarled but didn't move.
That's too big a mental hurdle." Brainard sighed. "We are what we are, and we change slowly. But we change." "True enough," Kennon said. "But it's hard to be philosophical about it." "You're young. Live a couple of centuries and you will understand patience." Kennon smiled. "You know," Brainard said thoughtfully, "you still have plenty of things to do." "I know.
You'll find it in every name. Grandfather was an Earthman and he used to get nostalgic for the homeworld. Well there's Alexandria coming up. We've just about reached the end of the line." Kennon stared down at the huge gray-green citadel resting on a small hill in the center of an open plain.
"If you are armed leave your weapon behind." "It's not my habit to carry a gun," Kennon snapped. "Sorry, sir regulations," the speaker said. "This is S.O.P." Kennon left the jeep and instantly felt the probing tingle of a search beam. He looked around curiously at the flat roof of the fortress with its domed turrets and ugly snouts of the main battery projectors pointing skyward.
"Good," the redhead said. "It'll be nice to get to work again." She turned to face Kennon. "Now, Doctor would you like to see your office? Old Doc left a fine collection of notes on Lani anatomy and perhaps you could do with a little review." "I could do with a lot of it," Kennon admitted. "Unless the inner structure of a Lani is as similar to human as their outer."
His eyes took in the wreckage that had been George, the split lips, the smashed nose, the puffed eyes, the cuts and bruises, and then raked across Kennon. "Spaceman hey?" he asked. "I've seen work like that before." Kennon nodded. "I was once. I'm station veterinarian now. Douglas called me over said it was an emergency." Mullins nodded. "Well why aren't you tending to it?"
If they had, and if it were proved, here was a test case that could rock the galaxy that could shake the Brotherhood to its very foundations that could force a re-evaluation of the criteria of humanity. Kennon grinned. He was a fine employee.
Colonel Kennon decided that it was entirely feasible to build the road, but that the comparatively short stretch already completed from Baguio into the upper end of the cañon must be abandoned and a new line adopted.
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