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If I looked to that side, I might have sung with the Hawaiian poet: Ua maomao ka lani, ua kahaea luna, Ua pipi ka maka o ka hoku.
"There was a commercial raid on this place about fifty years ago. Seems as though one of our competitors didn't like us. Alexandria was on a war footing then and managed to hold them off. But it scared the Old Man. You see, our competitive position is based on Lani labor. Our competitors didn't know that. Their intelligence wasn't so good.
But it's going to take some detective work." "Where do we start?" "With Bay Ten. We look it over real well. Then we check the diet and habits of the Lani. Then we check each individual Lani. Then we check the life cycle of the parasite. Somewhere along the line if we're lucky we'll find a weak point that can be attacked." "That's a big order," Blalok said. "It can't be helped.
I'd like to know more about that basic emotion." "We should understand it," Kennon agreed. "If we transship a large number of Lani to a strange world, we should know their deepest motivations. We cannot take the chance that the transplant won't take, with all the money you're sinking into this project." "You have a point there. Have you any suggestions about how to accomplish this?"
"Suppression of human slavery!" Alexander sat down. It was as though some unseen hand had pulled his legs from under him. "You believe it," he said. " No you've proved it! Why why didn't you tell me? What sort of a man do you think I am?" "I didn't know. I couldn't take the chance until Copper was protected. You see, sir, I love her." "That isn't hard to do with Lani," Alexander said.
He didn't care. All right so that was how it had to be. But first she would tell him. Then he could do with her as he wished. "I hoped for the past year that you would see me. That you would think of me not as a Lani, but as a beloved." The words came faster now, tumbling over one another. "That you would desire me and take me to those worlds we cannot know unless you humans show us.
As a Betan, the haunting was even more acute, since Beta had a related problem that was already troublesome and would become more acute as the years passed. He shrugged and laid the thought aside as a slim, dark-haired Lani entered pushing a service cart ahead of her. The two men ate silently, each busy with his own thoughts.
There were a few clicks in the background. "Here's your party," she continued. "Go ahead, Doctor." "Kennon?" a nervous voice crackled from the receiver. "Yes?" "You're needed out on Otpen One." "Who is calling and what's the rush?" "Douglas Douglas Alexander. The Lani are dying! It's an emergency! Cousin Alex'll skin us alive if we let these Lani die!" Douglas!
"Even though you have shown me that I am a slaver, and made me see faults I never knew I had." His face was drawn harsh lines reached from nose to lips, from eyes to chin. Suddenly he looked old. "I can accept censure if censure is just. And this is just. No I'm not sorry I hired you even though the thought of what I have helped do to the Lani makes me sick to my stomach." "Well " Kennon said.
You may enter that world of pleasure-pain the Old Ones knew, that world which is now denied us. "But remember always that you are a Lani. A man may be kind to you. He may treat you gently. He may show you love. Yet you never will be his equal. Nor must you become too attached to him, for you are not human. You are not his natural mate. You cannot bear his young. You cannot completely share.
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