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His face was ashen, and his jowls sagged. "My God, it's happening all over Ullr! Why, it's the end of all of us!" "It's not quite that bad, Mr. Keaveney." He looked at his watch. It was now nearly an hour since the native troops here at Skilk had mutinied. Insurrections like this usually succeeded or failed in the first hour.
"What'll happen to these people on this planet, after we're atomized?" "That I don't want to think about. Kankad's Town will get the second bomb; Orgzild won't dare leave the Kragans after he's wiped us out. Yoorkerk and Jonkvank, in the North, will turn on Keaveney and Shapiro and Karamessinis and Hid O'Leary and wipe them out.
"Well, of course, general," Keaveney said patronizingly, "King Orgzild has things under pretty tight control at Keegark. He'd not allow a few fanatics to do anything to prejudice these spaceport negotiations."
He saw Jules Keaveney and his wife; Commander Prinsloo of the Aldebaran; Harry Quong and Bogdanoff. Ah, there she was! He heaved a breath of relief and waved to her. The Kragans were already setting about their after-battle chores. A couple of hundred more Kragans, led by Native-Major Kormork, the co-parent of young with King Kankad, came up at the double and stopped in front of Company House.
"I hear too much of this mailed-fist-and-rattling-sabre stuff from some of the junior officers here, without your giving countenance and encouragement to it. We're here to earn dividends for the stockholders of the Ullr Company, and we can only do that by gaining the friendship, respect and confidence of the natives...." "Mr. Keaveney," Paula Quinton spoke.
I'm sending Aldebaran to Kankad's, to pick up more reenforcements for you." Leaving the booth, he heard, above the clatter of communications-machines and the hubbub of voices, Jules Keaveney arguing contentiously. Evidently Colonel Cheng-Li's efforts to drag the Resident out of his despondency had been an excessive success. "But it's crazy! Not just here; everywhere on Ullr!" Keaveney was saying.
"You from the telecast station, sergeant?" he asked. "All right, in that case, let's go." As he hurried from the banquet-room, he could hear Keaveney tapping on his wine-glass. "Everybody, please! Let me have your attention! There has just come in a piece of the most tragic news...."
You have no authority to make promises like that; that is a matter for the Governor-General, at least!" "Well, as of now, and until a successor to Sid Harrington can be sent here from Terra, I'm Governor-General," von Schlichten told him, mentally thanking Keaveney for reminding him of the necessity for such a step. "Captain Malavez!
I doubt if he even believes there is a Terra." "Then where in Space does he think we come from?" Keaveney demanded. "I believe he thinks Niflheim is our home world," von Schlichten replied. "Or, rather, the string of orbiters and artificial satellites around Niflheim. Where he thinks Niflheim is, I wouldn't even try to guess." "Yes.
After he'd wiped us out, he might even consider the idea of an invasion of Niflheim with captured contragravity ships," Hideyoshi O'Leary chuckled. "That would be a big laugh if any of us were alive, then, to do any laughing." "You don't really believe that, general?" Keaveney asked. His tone was still derisive, but under the derision was uncertainty.
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