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"Grim Hagen went in there," Ato replied as he studied his instruments. "If he can, we can." "Perhaps," she answered. "But space out there is curdling in his wake." She shivered. Nea's shoulders were beautifully shaped, and Odin found himself thinking that they were made for a man's arms instead of bending over calculators and machines. "Oh, well!" he thought.
Her eyes flashed. "Yes, some who are within this room thought that he wasted his time away. He washed beakers in the labs because some of you said that he produced nothing " Ato's face was thin. "Nea, the past is behind us. Why carry your resentment with you? Your father died a hero's death. We have honored him." Again Nea's dark eyes flashed. "Oh, once he was dead you thought very well of him.
And something terrible. For before them, floating upon the air like bobbing heads were Nea's four fantoms, the Kalis, whining hungrily as they came, their copper hair trailing about them. One caught a fugitive as he lagged behind and he died screaming. The Kalis darted this way and that and Grim Hagen's men writhed. Their muscles clenched. Their jaws set as though tetanus had struck them.
You know how the Brons number their kin to the seventh generation. Her father was one of the Scientists. A brilliant man but a poor provider. However, he died nobly. Remember, Nors-King, Nea's branch of the family is a strange group. They have done brilliant things, but they have thought up some hare-brained schemes, too. As I said before, she is also kin to Grim Hagen " Another day had passed.
Gunnar leaned against him, suddenly weak and shaken. More widening circles of light swept out upon them. Ato's and Maya's troops fell back. Those who had been armed with explosive weapons had died. Odin was almost too weak to lift his sword. From the stairway below came a scrabbling sound, as men pulled the corpses away from the stairs. Nea's Kalis reeled back.
With a shrill cry of fear it flung itself into Nea's arms, its coppery tentacles holding her close in a last effort to escape destruction. She had said before that the Kalis were the nearest things to human that could be made. She had been the poor relation, the daughter of a dreaming failure.
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