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I'm to come along, so they can be sure that what you teach them is what you've been doing right along." Calhoun said; "Well?" "They're crazy!" said Maril vehemently. "They knew Weald would do something monstrous sooner or later. But they're going to try to stop it by more monstrousness sooner! Not everybody agrees, but there are enough.
"I've been thinking," said Maril evenly. "I think I can get you a hearing for whatever ideas you may have to help Dara." "Kind of you," murmured Calhoun. "May I ask whose influence you'll exert?" "There's a man," said Maril reservedly, "who thinks a great deal of me. I don't know his present official position, but he was certain to become prominent.
Before I could begin to get at the basic problem, those idiots on Orede . It'd happened before I reached Weald! An emotional explosion triggered by a ship full of dead men that nobody intended to kill." Maril shook her head. "Those Darian characters," said Calhoun annoyedly, "shouldn't have gone to Orede in the first place.
Maril thought him wonderful, even if she had to give him the material for his work. Calhoun shrugged and went on with his work. The return of loot. Mutual, full, and complete agreement that Darians were no longer carriers of plague, if they had ever been. Unless Weald convinced other worlds of this, Weald itself would join Dara in isolation from neighboring worlds.
"Now there's nothing to be done for a day or two," he said wearily, "and I'm beginning to understand why people sleep all they can, on Dara. It's one way not to feel hungry. And one dreams such delicious meals! But looking hungry is a social requirement, on Dara." Maril said tensely, "You're going back? After they took the ship from you?" "The job's not finished," he explained.
When people find they're not blueskins any longer when there's no such thing as a blueskin any longer will you tell them why?" "Naturally not," said Calhoun. "Why?" Then he guessed. "Has Korvan ." "He thinks," said Maril, "that he thought it up all by himself. He's found the proof. He's very proud. I'd have to tell him the truth if you were going to tell. And he'd be ashamed and angry."
Maril found herself listening tensely for something else. One of the four bound blueskins snored, and stirred, and slept again. Murgatroyd gazed about unhappily, and swung down to the control room floor, and then paused for lack of any place to go or anything to do. He sat down and began half-heartedly to lick his whiskers. Maril stirred. Murgatroyd looked at her hopefully.
After a little the door opened and Maril appeared. She looked as if she'd been crying. She said quickly; "I probably look queer, but it's because I was asleep." "To the contrary," said Calhoun, fuming, "you've been lying awake crying. I don't know why. I've been out here wishing I could sleep, because I'm frustrated. But since you aren't asleep maybe you can help me with my job.
And Murgatroyd? You wrote down your temperature, and Murgatroyd's?" She moistened her lips. "You said that if infection passed between us, something would be very infectious indeed?" "This is a long discussion," said Calhoun. "Does it arrive at a point?" "It does," said Maril. "Thousands of people are having their pigment-spots fade away. Not only children but grownups.
He was satisfied, so much so that immediately afterward he yawned and yawned and barely managed to stagger off to bed. The watching guard in the Med Ship watched him in amazement. That night the ship from Orede came in, packed with frozen bloody carcasses of cattle. Calhoun knew nothing of it. But next morning Maril came back.
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