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Updated: June 25, 2025
He was weighted and slung about with packs and electronic instruments. His pockets bulged with small tools and spare parts. "This is Telt," Hys said to Brion. "He'll take care of you. Telt's my personal technical squad. He goes along on all my operations with his meters to test the interiors of the Disan forts.
They are like men with knives who have killed all the men who were only armed with stones. Now they are facing men with guns, and they are going to keep charging and fighting until they are all dead. "It's a perfect case of the utter impartiality of the forces of evolution. Men infected by this Disan life form were the dominant creatures on this planet.
The thing is just too complex to have developed since mankind has been on this planet. The magter must have caught the symbiotic infection eating some Disan animal. The symbiote lived and flourished in its new environment, well protected by a bony skull in a long-lived host.
Any one thing might be explained away, but not the collection of them. What about their complete lack of emotion? Or their manner of dress and their secrecy in general? The ordinary Disan wears a cloth kilt, while the magter cover themselves as completely as possible. They stay in their black towers and never go out except in groups. Their dead are always removed so they can't be examined.
The Disan followed him with burning eyes, and dropped the hammer as soon as it was obvious the attack had failed. "Why did you bring him here?" he growled at Ulv. "Why didn't you kill him?" "He is here so we can listen to what he says, Gebk. He is the one I told you of, that I found in the desert." "We listen to what he says and then we kill him," Gebk said with a mirthless grin.
With an autohypno for complete recall, Brion had no difficulty in mastering the grammar and vocabulary of Disan. Pronunciation was a different matter altogether. Almost all the word endings were swallowed, muffled or gargled. The language was rich in glottal stops, clicks and guttural strangling sounds.
He frowned and muttered something to himself. There was a fine beading of sweat above his eyebrows now as he fought an internal battle. Coming to a decision, he rose, and Brion stood too. "Come with me. I'll take you to Hovedstad. But first you will tell me are you from Nyjord?" "No." The nameless Disan merely grunted and turned away. Brion shouldered Lea's unconscious body and followed him.
Before he had finished there was the thud of a high-velocity slug hitting flesh and the Disan spun and fell, blood soaking his shoulder. Brion leaped over him and headed for the ramp. "The next one is me hold your fire!" he called. Both guards must have had their telescopic sights zeroed on the spot.
Tiny glistening white barbs projected from the petals pink-tipped now with his blood. Brion swung towards the Disan angrily and stopped when he looked at the other man's face. His mouth was surrounded by many small white scars. "The vaede does not like to give up its water, but it always does," the man said. Brion drank again, then put the vaede to Lea's mouth.
"There is no more war," Brion translated for Ulv, knowing that the Disan had understood nothing of the explanation. As he said it, he realized that there was one glaring error in the story. "You couldn't have done it," Brion said. "You landed on this planet before you had my message about the tower.
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