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He halted an instant, listening, but at first could hear no more than the throb of his heart in his breast and the whisper of his own troubled breathing. But presently, at a distance of one hundred yards, he distinguished the soft whining of the wolf. Fenris was no longer running! He had halted at the edge of a distant thicket.
It might have been that Fenris the wolf, running with a female and two younger males that he had mastered that long-ago night on the ridge, paused in his hunting to watch and wonder. But his wild brute thoughts were not under the bondage of memory to-night; his savage heart was thrilled and full; and more than likely he did not even turn his head.
And that is the present situation in Port Sandor. "You know what the trouble is, here? We have no government. No legal government, anyhow; no government under Federation law. We don't even have a Federation Resident-Agent. Before the Fenris Company went broke, it was the government here; when the Space Navy evacuated the colonists, they evacuated the government along with them.
She may easily be recognized for her body is half flesh-color and half blue, and she has a dreadfully stern and forbidding countenance. The wolf Fenris gave the gods a great deal of trouble before they succeeded in chaining him. He broke the strongest fetters as if they were made of cobwebs. Finally the gods sent a messenger to the mountain spirits, who made for them the chain called Gleipnir.
Tom looked at it dubiously, predicting that sometime I'd push the wrong thing and send myself bye-byes for a couple of hours. I told him how Bish had used it. "Bet a lot of people wanted to hang him, too, before they found out who he was and what he'd really done. What's my father think of Bish, now?" "Bish Ware is a great and good man, and the savior of Fenris," I said.
So we'll have to lick these geeks before it runs out, because we can't lick them with gun-butts and bayonets." "Well, how about nuclear weapons?" Paula asked. "I hate to suggest it I know what they did on Mimir, and Fenris, and Midgard, and what they did on Terra, during the First Century. But it may be our only chance."
Wolf and man both children of the wild had understood each other then; and they could understand each other now. "Fenris, old boy," the man whispered. "Can you find him for me, Fenris? He's out there somewhere " the man motioned toward the dark "and I want him. Can you take me to him?" The wolf trembled all over, struggling to get his meaning.
I get it all the time, and it burns me all the time, but worst of all on the job. Maybe I am only going-on-eighteen, but I'm doing a man's work, and I'm doing it competently. "Well, they grow up young on Fenris, Mr. Murell," Captain Marshak earned my gratitude by putting in. "Either that or they don't live to grow up." Murell unhooked his memophone and repeated the captain's remark into it.
Fenris too made instinctive response to those breathless forests; and Ben knew that the bond between them was never so close as now. Fenris also knew that here was his own realm, the land in which the great Fear had not yet laid its curse. The forest still thronged with game, the wood trails would be his own. Here was the motherland, not only to him but to his master, too.
His muscles gathered with that mysterious power that had always sustained him in his moments of crisis. He took the steps in one leap, Morris immediately behind him. "Fenris is loose," he heard the man say. "He'll kill some one !" Ben could still hear the savage cries of the animal, seemingly from just behind the adjoining house. A girl's terrified voice still called for help.
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