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Updated: May 28, 2025
"But " "So that," said Hoddan, "while your debt to me cannot and should not be overlooked, nevertheless" Hoddan put the roll into his mouth and spoke less clearly "you feel that you should give consideration to the claims of Walden to inquire into my actions while there." He chewed, and swallowed, and said gravely: "And can I make deathrays?" Don Loris brightened. He drew a deep breath of relief.
When Derec arrived, he'd been incredulously comparing the treatment he'd received and the panic about him, with the charges made against him in court. They didn't add up. This new, previously undisclosed item left him speechless. He goggled at Derec, who fairly wept. "Don't you see?" asked Derec pleadingly. "That's why I had to tell the police it was you. We can't have deathrays!
If they could be made, some star somewhere would be turning them out, or some natural phenomenon would let them loose from time to time. If there were such things as deathrays, all living things would have died, or else would have adjusted to their weaker manifestations and developed immunity so they wouldn't be deathrays any longer.
He'd told Fani he was going to marry Nedda. The way things looked, that was no longer so probable. Of course, in a year or two, or a few years, he might be out from under the obligations he now considered due. In time even the Waldenian government would realize that deathrays don't exist, and a lawyer might be able to clear things for his return to Walden. But Nedda was a nice girl. He frowned.
"I came," said Derec dismally, "to plead with you again, Bron. You must surrender! There's nothing else to do! People can't have deathrays, Bron! Above all, you mustn't tell the pirates how to make them!" Hoddan was puzzled for a moment. Then he realized that Derec's information about the fleet came from the spearmen he'd brought back, loaded down with cash.
You deserve well of the republic! Every government and every person needs to be thoroughly terrified occasionally. It limbers up the brain." "Yes, sir," said Hoddan. "I've " "The planetary government," said the ambassador with relish, "insists that you have to be locked up with the key thrown away. Because you know how to make deathrays.
He'd have landed only two days before his pursuers could reach the planet. And on a roadless, primitive world like Darth he couldn't have gotten far from the spaceport. So his pursuers would have landed close by, also. But it must have taken considerable courage. When the landing grid failed to answer, it must have seemed likely that Hoddan's deathrays had been at work.
Derec hadn't noticed the absence of the flashing lights at sunset or hadn't realized that they meant the fleet was gone away. "Hm-m-m," said Hoddan. "Why don't you think I've already done it?" "Because they'd have killed you," said Derec. "Don Loris pointed that out. He doesn't believe you know how to make deathrays. He says it's not a secret anybody would be willing for anybody else to know.
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