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The gleaming white metal of walls and ceiling was unfamiliar. There was a slight, persistent tingling vibration in everything that was unfamiliar, too. He was not in Wheel Five. He had seen every cell in it and none of them were like this. Also, there lacked the persistent susurrant sound of the ventilation pumps. Where You're in a ship, Kieran. A starship.
The reorganized head clerk clicked his heels, wheeled, marched to his desk, and without delay signed John Kieran as pump-man for the Gulf voyage of the oil ship Rapidan. It lacked two minutes to sailing time, and the passenger was in the cabin mess-room, when he heard the exclamation. "Here he comes now." He looked through the air-port. Out on the deck was a huge fellow gazing up the dock.
And they were both pleased and exchanged rapid comment on a dozen incidents of athletic days; and when two ex-athletes get together they run on interminably. By and by, but not prematurely, the passenger asked, "But was there a girl at Zanzibar?" Kieran made no reply. He seemed to be considering the matter of the barge. After a time he went to the quarter-rail and gazed forward.
The course of the river could be traced clear back to the mountains by the winding line of woods that followed its bed. The trees themselves were not like any Kieran had seen before. There seemed to be several varieties, all grotesque in shape and exotic in color. There were even some green ones, with long sharp leaves that looked like spearheads.
They bayed, and the coursing began. "Nothing," said Kieran bitterly. "I count seven." Webber said, "My God, I " The people ran. They tried to break back to the river and the trees that could be climbed to safety, but the hunters turned them. Then they fled blindly forward, toward the hill. They ran with all their strength, making no sound. Kieran and Webber ran with them, with Paula between them.
Kieran in the desert, being a fox, a badger, and a bear, all endowed with speech, and all acting a part in the legend true to their own instincts. Of higher poetic merit is the legend of the voyage of St.
It was more than physical courage, and when they were making ugly demonstrations toward the pump-man it was in pure admiration of his nerve that Noyes called out: "Hold up fair play! Fair play, I say he's only one." Coming from the passenger, it was the psychological act at the psychological moment. They drew back, and Kieran, looking up, put his thanks in his look. The two men faced each other.
"What I need now is a ten-volume history of the last century, and time enough for you to read it. But since we don't have either " She broke off, then after a pause asked, "Your date was 1981, wasn't it? It and your name were on the tag of your pressure-suit." "That's right." "Well, then. Back in 1981, it was expected that men would spread out to the stars, wasn't it?" Kieran nodded.
"You've met a good many different kinds of people in your time, haven't you?" The pump-man nodded. After a pause he added, "A few," in an absent manner. The low-lying reefs sank out of sight, and far astern the green-painted schooner merged into the mists. It was a warm, pleasant day. Kieran roused himself. "No, there wasn't any girl in Zanzibar.
Ahead, where the trail joined the river again, there was a rocky hill. Something about the outlines of the hill seemed wrong to Kieran, but it was too far away to be sure of anything. Overhead the cluster burned gloriously. The people set out across the sand. Webber looked back. "You see?" he said. "Nothing." They went on.
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