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Updated: May 15, 2025
They had the same body chemistry in fact, you couldn't tell Lhari blood from human, even under a microscope. And in the terrible Orion Spaceport wreck sixty years ago, doctors had found that blood plasma from humans could be used for wounded Lhari, and vice versa, though it wasn't safe to transfuse whole blood. But then, even among humans there were five blood types.
He reached with his good hand for hers, seeking the comfort of a human touch, but she flinched instinctively away. He was a monster to this pretty girl.... "It looks so real," she said helplessly. "Yes, now I can see, you have tiny moons at the base of the nail, and the Lhari don't." Her face worked. "It's it's horrifying! How could you " There was a noise in the corridor.
He felt as if he had been snubbed and dismissed. "What is your name?" She stiffened as if about to salute. "Meta of the house of Marnay Three, sir." Bart realized he was doing something wholly out of character for a Lhari chatting casually with a Mentorian. With a wistful glance at the pretty girl, he said a stiff "Thank you" and went down the ramp she had indicated. He felt horribly lonely.
"I remembered you had a bad reaction, to warp-drive," he said. "I came to see if you were all right. I would never have believed but I'm beginning to guess. There was always something about you, Bartol." He shut the door behind him and stood against it. His voice lowered almost to a whisper, he said, "You're not Lhari, are you?" "Vorongil knows," Bart said. Ringg nodded. "That day on Lharillis.
Then the youngest, the only one of the eight with some trace of feathery crest on his high gray head, said "Captain Vorongil, you identify this person?" "I do," Vorongil said, and Bart saw him seated before the high Council. To Bart, the Lhari captain seemed a familiar, almost a friendly face.
She was a Mentorian, and she was human, and Bart's eyes rested with comfort on her face; she, on the other hand, was looking up with anxiety and uneasy distrust. That's right I'm a Lhari, a nonhuman freak! "I seem to have missed my way." "What are you looking for, sir? The medical quarters are through here." "I'm looking for the elevator down to the crew exits."
When it starts to turn orange, it's picking up radiation. If you're aboard the ship, get into the drive chambers they're lead-lined and you'll be safe. If you're out on the surface, you'll be all right inside one of the concrete bunkers. But get under cover before it turns red, because by that time every Lhari of them will be stone-cold dead."
The Lhari said, eying him keenly, "You are ill? Or discommoded?" Bart grasped at random for an excuse. "That that stuff the medic made me drink made me feel sort of sick." "You may send for a medical officer after acceleration," said the Lhari expressionlessly. "The summoning bell is at your left." They turned and went out and Bart gulped. Lhari, in person, checking the passenger decks!
It was a full minute, while Bart stared in dismay, before he found his voice again, saying, "So far, it was just a sort of loose network, trying to put together stray bits of information that the Lhari didn't think important enough to censor. "And then came the big breakthrough. There was a young Apprentice astrogator named David Briscoe.
And yet, for all their likeness, they were different. Bart sipped the cold Lhari drink, seeing himself in the mirror behind the refreshment stand; a tall teen-ager, looking older than his seventeen years. He was lithe and well muscled from five years of sports and acrobatics at the Space Academy, he had curling red hair and gray eyes, and he was almost as tall as a Lhari. Will Dad know me?
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