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Updated: June 13, 2025
While we're down, your Cousin Oliver'll take a look at this new grid-field job. We'll put it on my ship. Hm-m-m how about the time down below? Never land long after daybreak. Early in the morning, people ain't at their best." Hoddan looked at Darth, rotating deliberately below him. "It's not too late, sir," he said. "Will you follow me down?"
Anything more you can do in that line will be really a kindness, and as such will positively not be appreciated, but it'll be well worth doing.... I say this because I like the way you plan things. And any time I can be of service " "Thanks," said Hoddan, "but I'd better get going for the spaceport." He'd write Nedda from Darth. "I'll get set for it." He rose. The ambassador stood up too.
He called Thal into the control room. "What's the matter with the gang?" he demanded vexedly. "They look at me as if I'd broken all their hearts! Do they want to go back?" Thal heaved a sigh, indicating depression beside which suicidal mania would be hilarity. He said pathetically: "We cannot go back. We cannot ever return to Darth.
"Look," said the plainclothesman, "there could be something in it for you if you ... hm-m-m ... wanted to make a little extra money." The servant looked regretful. "No chance," he said, "he's leaving today." The plainclothesman jumped. "Today?" "For Darth," said the Embassy servant. "The ambassador's shipping him off on the space liner that came in last night." The plainclothesman dithered.
Hoddan did not worry about his followers captives noting the obsolescence of the space fleet into which they presently drifted. Ancient hulks and impractical oddities did not seem antique or freakish to them. They had no standards in such matters. The planet Darth seemed slightly off to one side in space, at some times, and at others it seemed underfoot while at others it looked directly overhead.
He backed out of the big ship and consulted the charts of the lifeboat. They had been consulted before, of course, to locate the landing grid which did not answer calls. He found its position. He began to compare the chart with what he saw from out here in orbit above Darth. He identified a small ocean, with Darth's highest mountain chain just beyond its eastern limit.
Don Loris felt it necessary to have him confined somewhere. There were a number of Darthian gentlemen who would assuredly like to slaughter him if he wasn't kept out of their reach in some cozy dungeon. But up to now there had been not even a practical way to leave Darth, to act upon Walden, or even to change his status in the eyes of Darthians.
Presently, gloomy and a trifle dogged about it, he brought the spaceboat around to the modernized boatport of the yacht. He got into it, leaving the yacht in orbit. He headed down toward Darth. Now that he'd rested, he had work to do which could not be neglected. To carry out that work, he needed a crew able and willing to pass for pirates for a pirate's pay.
Fani had tricked him into a fix in which he had to fight Ghek or be disgraced and to be disgraced on Darth was equivalent to suicide. His horse came to a gentle rise in the ground. It grew steeper. The horse slacked in its galloping. The incline grew steeper still. The horse slowed to a walk, which it pursued with a rhythmically tossing head. It was only less uncomfortable than a gallop.
When I think of them being executed with all that dreadful, hopeless formality " "On Darth," said the Lady Fani practically, "we're not very formal about such things. Just cutting somebody's throat is usually enough. But he treated you like a sister, did he? Thal?" Thal swallowed.
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