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In his enthusiasm Brion had forgotten the hate campaign he had directed against himself. "Suit yourself," he said shortly, getting back into the role. "But the next time you yawn there'll be a negative entry in your service record. If that's clear you can brief me on this organization's visible relations with the Disans. How do they take us?" Faussel choked and swallowed a yawn.
"But I am studying them," Lea insisted. "The Disans have attained an incredibly advanced form of commensalism. Their lives are so intimately connected and integrated with the other life forms that they must be studied in relation to their environment.
They demand unconditional surrender, or else. This is impossible for a lot of reasons most important, because the Nyjorders would like to keep their planet for their very own. They have tried every kind of compromise but none of them works. The Disans are out to commit racial suicide. A Nyjord fleet is now over Dis and the deadline has almost expired for the surrender of the cobalt bombs.
I doubt if it will work and there is a chance he will try violence with me. The nobility here are very prone to violence. If I get back all right you won't see this note. Otherwise good-by, Ihjel. Try to do a better job than I did. Aston Mervv P.S. There is a problem with the staff. They are supposed to be saviors, but without exception they all loathe the Disans. I'm afraid I do too.
Dripping blood, exhausted, Brion stood over the body of Lig-magte and stared at the dead man's allies. Death filled the room. Facing the silent Disans, Brion's thoughts hurtled about in sweeping circles. There would be no more than an instant's tick of time before the magter avenged themselves bloodily and completely.
I'm afraid there are only two days left before you must evacuate." His eyes were large with compassion. "I'm sorry. I know this will make your job that much harder." Brion didn't want to think about the loss of a full day from his already close deadline. "Have you told the Disans this yet?" "No," Krafft told him. "The decision was reached a few minutes before your call.
When the message was typed by the decoder Ihjel hovered over it, reading each word as it appeared on the paper. When it was finished he only snorted and went below to the galley. Brion pulled the message out of the machine and read it. Dropping into the darkness was safe enough. It was done on instruments, and the Disans were thought to have no detection apparatus.
They are completely different from the rest of the Disans. Argumentative, blood-thirsty, looking for planetary conquest instead of peace. They aren't rulers, not in the real sense. They hold power because nobody else wants it. They grant mining concessions to offworlders because they are the only ones with a sense of property. Maybe I'm going out on a limb.
No emotions to cause complications or desires that might interfere with pure survival. Complete ruthlessness mankind has always been strong on this anyway, so it didn't take much of a push." "The other Disans, like Ulv here, managed to survive without turning into such a creature. So why was it necessary for the magter to go so far?" "Nothing is necessary in evolution, you know that," Lea said.
The score would be even, and his and the Disans' death avenged. Did Ulv have his blowgun ready to kill Brion with, if he should try to stop the launchings? Or had he misread the Disan entirely? "Will you stop them, Ulv?" he asked. How large was mankind's sense of obligation? The caveman first had this feeling for his mate, then for his family.
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