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"Did I make a noise? I was having a bad dream." "I wish," said Calhoun, "that you'd tell me the truth just occasionally! Come out, please!" There were stirrings. After a little it 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.
He added the notes that Maril had made for him, of Murgatroyd's pulse and blood-pressure after the injection of the same culture that produced fever and thirstiness in himself and later without contact with him or the culture in Maril. He put a professional comment at the end. "The culture seems to have retained its normal characteristics during long storage in the spore state.
"Did you start a harmless epidemic that wipes out the virus that makes blueskins?" Calhoun said in feigned astonishment; "How can you think such a thing, Maril?" "Because I was there," said Maril. She said somehow desperately; "I know you did it! But the question is are you going to tell?
He set the wood afire by a blaster-bolt and then viciously sent other bolts all around the man it had sheltered when he fled from the flames. He could have killed him ten times over, but it was more desirable to open communication. So he missed intentionally. Maril had cried out that she came from Dara and had word for them, but they did not answer.
Or they might simply land the rest of these ships." "If I'd realized what you were about," said Maril, "I'd have joined in the lessons. I could have piloted a ship." "You wouldn't have wanted to," said Calhoun. He yawned. "You wouldn't want to be a heroine." "Why?" "Korvan," said Calhoun. He yawned again. "I've asked about him.
I dropped hints about the way the blueskin markings went away, yes. You've got books for me?" Calhoun nodded. He found them. "If we had only fallen in love with each other, Maril, we'd be a team! Too bad! These are a wedding present you'll do well to hide." She put her hands in his. "I like you almost as much as I like Murgatroyd! Yes! Korvan will never know, and he'll be a great man."
Then stillness, and solidity, and the blackness of the Pit outside the Med Ship. The little craft was in overdrive again. After a long while, the girl Maril said uneasily. "I don't know what you plan now ." "I'm going to Dara," said Calhoun. "On Orede I tried to get the blueskins there to get going, fast. Maybe I succeeded. I don't know. But this thing's been mishandled!
He put the block no longer frosted in the culture-microscope and saw its enclosed, infinitesimal particles of life in the process of multiplying on the food that had been frozen with them when they were reduced to the spore condition. He beamed. He replaced the block in the incubation oven and faced the day cheerfully. Maril greeted him with great reserve. They breakfasted.
"And when we went to Weald," said Maril very carefully indeed, "you were working with some culture-material. You wrote quite a lot about it in the ship's log. You gave yourself an injection. Remember? 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?"
Maril followed him. He said detachedly; "I've been working on a problem outside of the food one. It isn't the time to talk about it right now, but I think I've solved it." Maril turned her head, listening. There were footsteps on the tarmac outside the ship. Both doors of the airlock were open. Four men came in.
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