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Updated: June 17, 2025


A little while ago I admitted to Hys too that he was probably right in his original estimation of the correct way to tackle the problem of Dis. We have made a lot of mistakes, and in making them we have run out of time. I'm afraid that is the only fact that is relevant now. The bombs fall at twelve, and even then they may drop too late. A ship is already on its way from Nyjord with my replacement.

One of the most fruitful sources of information about social life in the fifteenth century are the Paston Letters. In one written by John Paston in 1472 to "Mestresse Margret Paston," he tells her of the arrival of a visitor, and continues: "I praye yow make hym goode cheer ... it were best to sette hys horse at the Maydes Hedde, and I shall be content for ther expenses."

Leaving Dis meant leaving behind something they had shared. They had been strangers together there, on a strange world. For a brief time their lifelines had touched. That time was over now. "Don't we look happy!" Hys said, shambling towards them. "Fall dead and make me even happier then," Lea snapped bitterly. Hys ignored the acid tone of her words and sat down on the couch next to them.

Then hee pierst my arme to see how my bloud ranne: which assayes and searchings ended, he gaue Zadoch hys full price and sent him away, then lockt mee vp in a darke chamber till the day of anatomie. O the cold sweating cares which I conceiued after I knew I should be cut like a French summer dublet.

I am in dismay, Thou must show the way, For the night her shroud is weaving. "Flomma, lomma, hys, Sang I of a kiss, No, thou surely art mistaken. Didst thou hear it, say? Cast the thought away; Look on me as one forsaken. "Oh, good-night! good-night! Dreams of eyes so bright, Hold me now in soft embraces, But that wily word, Which thou thought'st unheard, Leaves in me of love no traces.

Rag replieth that she must not be surprised thereat, as hys life has been spent among ye great musicians, and that therefore he can scarcelie helpe being a consummate musician himselfe.

That means you still expected the magter to be sending their bombs to Nyjord and you made the landings in spite of this knowledge." "Of course," Professor Krafft said, astonished at Brion's lack of understanding. "What else could we do? The magter are sick!" Hys laughed aloud at Brion's baffled expression. "You have to understand Nyjord psychology," he said.

And perhaps fearing more such claps; intending to stand out the storme no longer, privately hath agreed on a match with Sir John Villiers for hys youngest daughter Franche, the mother's Darling, with which the King was acquainted withall and writt to have it done before hys coming backe." And presently he says:

"A badly shielded bomb, or an old one with a crack in the skin, could give a trace like that. Just a little radon leaking out would do it." "Why don't you call Hys on the radio and let him know?" "I don't want Granddaddy Krafft's listening posts to hear about it. This is our job if I'm right. And I have to check my old tapes to make sure.

"Just show me where to sign," Lea said, and there was life in her voice once again. "I wouldn't exactly call it blackmail," Brion smiled, "but I suppose if you people can juggle planetary psychologies, you must find that individuals can be pushed around like chessmen. Though you should realize that very little pushing is required this time." "Will you sign on?" Hys asked.

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