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Updated: May 5, 2025
Rather sharp, unpleasant; it might have been spilled ammonia. Gefty stepped through the door into the wide, short entrance passage beyond it, turned to the right and peered about in the semidarkness of the vault.
But it wouldn't take long to find out. He backed up to the wall, pushed the door open and looked inside. Kerim was there, sitting on a chair in one corner of the tiny room. The reason she hadn't made any noise became clear. She and the chair were covered by a rather closely fitting sack of transparent, glistening fabric. She stared out through it despairingly at Gefty, her lips moving urgently.
The greatest adventure followed, I give you my solemn word, by a safe return to your own place and time, and the most generous compensations for any inconvenience you may have suffered!" Kerim, looking up at Gefty, shook her head violently. Gefty said, "We find it difficult to take you on trust now, Maulbow. Why do you want to get into the instrument room?" Maulbow was silent for some seconds.
Gefty returned a few minutes later from the forward cabin which served as the Queen's sick bay, and said to Kerim, "He's still alive, though I don't know why. He may even recover. He's full of anesthetic, and that should keep him quiet till we're back in normspace. Then I'll see what we can do for him." Kerim had lost some of her white, shocked look while he was gone.
They scrambled down another twelve feet of ladder to the floor of a side passage, hearing the lock snap shut behind them. As it closed, they were in complete darkness. Gefty seized Kerim's arm, ran with her up the passage to the left, guiding himself with his fingertips on the left bulkhead. When they came to a corner, he turned her to the left again.
Gefty worked the fastenings of the sheath over his left wrist and up his forearm under his coat, tested the release to make sure it was functioning, and shook his coat sleeve back into place. The passage was still quiet. Gefty moved softly over to one of the chairs, took a small cushion from it and pitched it out in front of the entrance. There was a hiss.
But it was simply understood that I should ask no questions about the business beyond what I actually needed to know for my work." "What's the business called?" "Maulbow Engineering." "Big help," Gefty observed, somewhat sourly. "Those instruments he brought along ... he build those himself?" "No, but I think he designed some of them probably most of them.
A few seconds later, he pulled open a small door, bundled the girl through, came in himself, and shut the door to a narrow slit behind them. Kerim whispered shakily, "What will we do now, Gefty?" "Stay here for the moment. It'll look for us in the vault first." And it should go to the storage vault first where it had been guarding Maulbow's machine, to hunt for them there. But it might not.
You see, he hasn't told me what the purpose of this trip is. I only know that it's a matter of great importance to him." Kerim paused, added, "From the careful manner Mr. Maulbow handled the cases with the cranes, I had the impression that whatever was inside them must be quite heavy." "I noticed that," Gefty said. It wasn't much help. "Well, I'll tell you something now," he went on.
And we want it to happen as soon as possible because, if Maulbow was telling the truth on that point, every minute that passes here is taking us farther away from the Hub, and farther from our own time towards his." Kerim nodded, eyes intent on his face. "Now I can't just go down there and start slapping switches around on the thing," Gefty went on.
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