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A handsome Federation spaceman with a mustache, the first Rip had ever seen, stepped into the room from a passageway on the opposite side. The spaceman bowed with exquisite grace. "I have the honor of making myself known," he proclaimed. "Commander Rémy Galliene of the Sagittarius." The Connie commander grunted. He was afraid, Rip realized.
"You will not," Galliene replied with equal positiveness. "The law is very clear, my friend. Your men may return willingly, but you cannot force them. When we reach Terra we will give them a choice. Those who wish to return to the Consolidation will be given transportation to the nearest border." The Connie commander motioned to a heavily armed officer. "Take their instruments.
"Commander Rémy Galliene of the Sagittarius." The Connie commander grunted. He was afraid, Rip realized. The Connie suspected a trick, and he had no idea what it might be. Galliene saw Rip's black uniform and hurried to shake his hand. "So this is the young lieutenant who is responsible! Lieutenant, today the spacemen honor the Planeteers because of you.
Additional minutes passed and the officer returned with the cases. Wordlessly he handed them to Galliene and MacFife. The Connie commander snapped, "There. Now get out of my ship." Galliene bowed. "You have been a most courteous and gracious host," he said. "Your conversation has been stimulating, inspiring, and informative. Our profound thanks."
Most days we fight each other, but today we fight together, eh? I am glad to meet you!" "And I'm glad to meet you, sir," Rip returned. He liked the twinkle in the Frenchman's eye. He would have given a lot to know what scheme Galliene and MacFife had cooked up. The Connie had overheard Galliene's greeting. He glared at Rip. The Frenchman saw the look and smiled happily.
Politely. 63:2 Chepany. Town in Siberia. 63:4 Zhigansk. Town in Siberia. 63:4 Irkutsk. Province and city in Siberia. 63:17 Sebastopol. Seaport in Russia. 65:26 Au revoir. Till we meet again. 66:6 unmitigated. As bad as can be. Essays on Modern Novelists, William Lyon Phelps. A Kipling Primer, Knowles. Rudyard Kipling, Richard Le Galliene. "Life of Kipling," Encyclopaedia Britannica.
Check them quickly." He put his lips together in a straight line and stared at the Federation men. They stared back with equal coldness. The minutes ticked by. Rip wondered again what kind of plan MacFife and Galliene had. Additional minutes passed, and the officer returned with the cases. Wordlessly he handed them to Galliene and MacFife. The Connie commander snapped, "There.
Now get out of my ship." Galliene bowed. "You have been a most courteous and gracious host," he said. "Your conversation has been stimulating, inspiring, and informative. Our profound thanks." He shook hands with Rip and MacFife, bowed to the Connie commander again, and went out the way he had come. There wasn't anything to say after the Frenchman's sarcastic farewell speech.
Most days we fight each other, but today we fight together, eh? I am glad to meet you!" "And I’m glad to meet you, sir," Rip returned. He liked the twinkle in the Frenchman’s eye. He would have given a lot to know what scheme Galliene and MacFife had cooked up. The Connie had overheard Galliene’s greeting. He glared at Rip. The Frenchman saw the look and smiled happily.
This was going a little far, Rip thought, but it was not his affair, and he didn't know exactly what MacFife and Galliene had in mind. The Aquila's boat arrived with astonishing speed. Rip saw it flash in the sunlight and knew he had never seen one like it before. It was a perfect globe, about twenty feet in diameter. Blast holes covered the globe at intervals of six feet.
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