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Updated: May 12, 2025
"You know, that was more like kind of a joke, when I said I'd leave the corpse behind," Telt told Brion. "You didn't believe me, did you?" "Yes," Brion said, holding the dead weight of the magter against the truck's side. "I thought you meant it." "Ahhh," Telt protested, "you're as bad as Hys. You take things too seriously." Brion suddenly realized that he was wet with blood, his clothing sodden.
He grasped the essence of the idea and ignored all the verbal complications and confusions. He had killed the magter, who were his own people, because they were umedvirk against life. And he had saved his enemies because they were medvirk. With this realization came the painful knowledge that the planet and the people that had produced this understanding were dead.
She turned back to the microscope, and he didn't try to question her. Ulv was still looking at the body of the magter and had understood nothing of what they had said. Brion went out into the loading bay. There was nothing he could use on the ground floor, so he took the stairs to the floor above. A corridor here passed by a number of rooms.
What do you want the body for?" "We're going to cut it open and take a good long look. I don't think the magter are human. They are something living among men and disguised as men but still not human." "Secret aliens?" Hys exploded the words in a mixture of surprise and disgust. "Perhaps. The examination will tell us that." "You're either stupid or incompetent," Hys said bitterly.
I'm just trying to fit a theory to the facts. And the facts are clear. The magter are so inhuman they would give me nightmares if I were sleeping these days. What we need is more evidence." "Then get it," Lea said with finality. "I'm not telling you to turn murderer but you might try a bit of grave-digging.
The thing is just too complex to have developed since mankind has been on this planet. The magter must have caught the symbiotic infection eating some Disan animal. The symbiote lived and flourished in its new environment, well protected by a bony skull in a long-lived host.
The facts about the magter were arranging themselves into a theory that might explain their attempt at racial suicide. It just needed a little time to be put into shape. A pain cut across his arm and he jumped, startled, pieces of his thoughts crashing into ruin around him. The gunner had cracked the first-aid box and was swabbing his arm with antiseptic. The knife wound was long, but not deep.
Sometimes the magter seem to suffer from a complete lack of imagination." "You have no idea just how right you are," Brion told him. The sand car slowed down now, as they approached a slab-sided mesa that rose vertically from the desert. They crunched across broken rocks, leaving no tracks. A light blinked on the dashboard, and Hys stopped instantly and killed the engine.
No more killing!" he shouted in Disan. Then he shook his fist at Telt. "Fire that gun and I'll stuff it down your throat. I'll handle this." He turned to face Ulv, who hadn't brought the blowgun any closer to his lips. This was a good sign the Disan was still uncertain. "You have seen the body in the car, Ulv. So you must have seen that it is that of a magter.
So will the rest of the Disans as soon as he can show them the evidence and explain." "You're sure of this?" Brion asked, interested in spite of himself. "Positive. The Disans have an absolute attitude towards survival; you should realize that. Not the same as the magter, but not much different in the results.
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