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Updated: June 2, 2025
But now there were two, each just one-half the size of the original. As Dal watched, one of the two drew away from the other, creeping in to snuggle closer to Dal's side, and a pair of shoe-button eyes appeared and blinked up at him trustingly. But the other creature was moving down his arm, straining out toward the Bruckian spokesman.... Dal realized instantly what was happening.
"I have something to say, but I'd like to talk to you alone." "As you wish. You two will return to your quarters and stay there." "The attendant, too," Dal said. The Black Doctor's eyes glinted and met Dal's for a moment. Then he shrugged and nodded to his attendant. "Step outside, please. We have a private matter to discuss."
This was the intelligence that had called for help in its desperate plight, but had not quite dared to trust its rescuers with the whole truth. But was this strange virus-creature good or evil, hostile or friendly? Dal's hand lay on Fuzzy's tiny body, but he felt no quiver, no vibration of fear.
The commander lifted a scarf from the table and revealed the glittering set of surgical instruments, neatly displayed in a velvet-lined carrying case. The commander took it up from the table and thrust it into Dal's hands. "It is yours, my friend. And for this, there will be no contract whatever." Dal stared down at the instruments. They were beautiful.
Nobody understood Dal's wrath then, but it seems he meant to arrange the plot himself, and when it was ripe, and the hour nearly come, he intended to wager that he could break the quarantine, and to take any odds he could get that he would free the entire party in half an hour. As for the plan itself, it was idiotically simple; we were perfectly delighted when we heard it.
The thin Blue Doctor's face set into an angry mold whenever Dal was around. He would get up and leave when Dal entered the control room, and complained loudly and bitterly at minor flaws in Dal's shipboard work. Nothing Dal did seemed to please him. But Tiger had a worse time controlling himself at the Blue Doctor's digs and slights than Dal did.
We both know what you're trying to do to me. I'd just like to hear you admit it once." The Black Doctor slammed his fist down on the table. "I don't have to listen to insolence like this," he roared. "Yes, you do," Dal said. "Just this once. Then I'll be through." Suddenly Dal's words were tumbling out of control, and his whole body was trembling with anger.
Sudden terror seized the elder girl the old terror that had fastened upon her through all the years of her mother's failing. "Marylyn," she said huskily, "do you feel that that you're not as well as you was? are you afraid you'll be sick like mother?" There was an answering shake of the head. Dallas pressed her close, murmuring her thankfulness, whispering broken endearments. "Oh, Dal's so glad!
With the energy field released, there was nothing to stop them; they were tripping over each other to reach the bottom of the ladder first, shouting threats and waving angry fists, reaching up to grab at Dal's ankles as he came down.... And then as if by magic the cries died in the throats of the ones closest to the ladder.
It was hours later when their ship reached the contact point co-ordinates. There had been little talk during the transit; each of them knew already what the other was thinking, and there wasn't much to be said. The message had said it for them. Dal's worst fears were realized when the inspection ship appeared, converting from Koenig drive within a few miles of the Lancet.
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