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Updated: June 17, 2025
I have the knowledge to avert this slaughter and you won't listen to me. And I know where the cobalt bombs are in the magter tower that Hys raided last night. Get those bombs and there is no need to drop any of your own!" "I'm sorry, Brion. I appreciate what you're trying to do, but at the same time I know the futility of it.
Some of them must know where the bombs are, being native to this planet." Lea started to say something, but he rushed on, drowning out her words. "You have just as big a job. Show the magter to Krafft, explain the significance of the brain-parasite to him. Try to get him to talk to Hys about the last raid. Try to get him to hold off the attack.
With this thought came the guilty realization that he had forgotten completely about Telt's death. Even before he contacted the Nyjord fleet he must tell Hys and his rebel army what had happened to Telt and his sand car. Also about the radioactive traces.
"You know, that was more like kind of a joke, when I said I'd leave the corpse behind," Telt told Brion. "You didn't believe me, did you?" "Yes," Brion said, holding the dead weight of the magter against the truck's side. "I thought you meant it." "Ahhh," Telt protested, "you're as bad as Hys. You take things too seriously." Brion suddenly realized that he was wet with blood, his clothing sodden.
After that it was just a matter of following tracks and the transmitter you planted." "But the explosions at midnight?" Brion broke in. "I heard them!" "You were supposed to," Hys laughed. "Not only you, but the magter in this cave. We figured they would be armed and the cave strongly defended. So at midnight we dropped a few large chemical explosive bombs at the entrance.
"What Brion wants are facts, Grandpa, not speeches," Hys said. The bent form of the leader of the rebel Nyjord army pushed through the crowd of taller men until he stood next to Krafft. "Simply stated, Brion, your plan succeeded. Krafft relayed your message to me and as soon as I heard it I turned back and met him on his ship. I'm sorry that Telt's dead but he found what we were looking for.
I just might have an idea that could work, and you can't afford to take any chances not if you are really sincere. Either you are a murderer, killing Disans for pleasure, or you honestly want to stop the war. Which is it?" "You'll have your body all right," Hys grated, hurling the car viciously around a spire of rock.
And it hath been said yt an Indyan once coming to hys house and Mistress Whiting giving him a drink of ye cyder, he did sett down ye pot and smaking his lips say yt Adam and Eve were rightlie damned for eating ye appills in ye garden of Eden, they should have made them into cyder." This perverse application of good John Eliot's teaching would have vexed the apostle sorely.
"I hope you don't think those helpless office types like Faussel or Mervv really represented us there? They just took notes and acted as a front and cover for the organization. Nyjord is a fine planet, but a gentle guiding hand behind the scenes is needed, to help them find their place in the galaxy before they are pulverized." "What's your dirty game, Hys?" Lea asked, scowling.
Gotta warn Hys." He plugged a throat mike into the transmitter on his tack and spoke quickly into it. There was a stirring below and Brion poured a rain of fire into the tunnel. "They're catching it bad on top, too! We gotta pull out. Go first and I'll cover you." "I came for my Disan I'm not leaving until I get one." "You're crazy! You're dead if you stay!"
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