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"Where how " Kieran began. Vaillant interrupted his stammering question. "As to where, we're quite a way from Earth, heading right now in the general direction of Altair. As to how " He paused, looking keenly down at Kieran. "Don't you know how?" Of course I know. I was frozen, and now I have been awakened and time has gone by
Hausman nearly blotted his copybook by exclaiming, "For God's sake " He choked that down in time and said, "But it could be centuries before a revival process is perfected, if it ever is." Garces nodded. "I know. But you're missing a psychological point that could be valuable to UNRC. This Kieran has relatives, doesn't he?" Hausman nodded. "A widowed mother and a sister.
Kieran yes, I've heard all about you in your day, did you on Earth exterminate the predators so that their natural prey might live more happily?" Bregg's long muzzle and sloping skull were profiled against the lights. "No," said Kieran, "we didn't. But in that case, they were all animals." "Exactly," said Bregg. "No, wait, Doctor Ray. Spare me the lecture.
Keverne, whose church stands high at rather more than a mile's distance from the sea, is a place of striking interest for its situation and its traditions. It is not easy to say who Keverne was; some, such as Leland, Whitaker, and Mr. Baring-Gould, say that he was none other than St. Piran, retaining his original Gaelic name of Kieran.
"They're very kind among themselves," Paula said defensively. To Kieran she added, "I doubt if they were trying to kill you. They just wanted to drive you away." "Oh, well," said Kieran, "in that case I wouldn't dream of disappointing them. Let's go." Paula glared at him and turned to Webber. "Talk to them." "I hope there's time," Webber grunted, glancing at the sky. "We're sitting ducks here.
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.
"Damn it, let me go!" she said. The exclamation was so wholly familiar in its human angriness that Kieran almost liked her, for the first time. But he continued to hold onto her, although he did not feel that with his present weakness he could hold her long. "I've a right to know," he said. "All right, perhaps you have," said Paula. "We our group are operating against authority.
"I told you that you couldn't understand yet," she answered impatiently, turning away. "You can't expect me to fill you in on a whole world that's new to you, in five minutes." She started toward the door. "Oh, no," said Kieran. "You're not going yet." He slid out of the bunk. He felt weak and shaky but resentment energized his flaccid muscles. He took a step toward her.
Webber turned and nodded at Paula, smiling. He reached into the plastic container and drew forth a handful of brownish objects that smelled to Kieran like dried fruit. Webber tossed these out onto the sand. Now he made a different sound, a grunting and whuffling. There was a silence. Webber made the sound again. On the third try the people came out of the woods.
Kieran saw now what was wrong with it. Part of it was a building. He was too tired and too sick to be interested, except as it offered a refuge. He spoke to Webber, with great difficulty because he was winded. And then he realized that Webber wasn't there. Webber had stumbled and fallen. He had started to get up, but the hunters were on him.
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