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Updated: May 20, 2025
Professor Fothergill notified me this morning that the grant had been awarded." "Cam " Joyce's voice was brittle now. "You aren't fooling me?" He gathered her in his arms again. "You think I would fool about something like that, darling? In a week you'll be Mrs. C. Wilder, and as soon as school is out, on your way to the Markovian Nucleus.
They consulted again with Fothergill and finally drafted as polite a reply as possible, explaining they were newly married, desired to make the trip a honeymoon excursion primarily and conduct an investigation into Markovian culture to prevent the waste of the wonderful opportunity their visit would afford them.
They'll remember that back home when A Study of the Metamorphosis of the Markovian Nucleus is mentioned in professional circles!" "Don't rub it in," Cameron said, half angrily. "How was I to know that was such a vicious taboo? It can't be any secret to the Markovians that the Ids look upon them as tamed. Why should they get their hackles up because I mentioned it?"
"We were in their households, you see, employed as slaves and assigned the care of their young. The cubs of the wolf were given into our hands to love and to tame. "These Markovian children were witnesses to the supposed torture and killing of those who loved them. It was a tremendous psychic impact and served to drive their influence toward the side of the slaves.
I'm going to get Marthasa's version of it, anyway. Fothergill and the Foundation can't object to that much investigation of the Ids." He found the Markovian completely willing to talk about his sargh. On the last day of the voyage they managed to be alone for a time without the presence of Sal Karone. Marthasa shook his head in answer to Cameron's question.
I wonder if you understand that the Foundation came to us upon receipt of your application, for official clearance of the project. It coincided quite fortuitously with the plans of the Council itself. For a long time we have been concerned with the lack of information regarding the Markovian situation and have been at a loss as to how to improve our situation.
But somehow there was a quality in Marthasa's manner that was jarring. It would have been less so if the Markovian had been less anthropomorphic in form and feature, but Cameron found it difficult to think of him as anything but a fellow man. A man of arrogance and ill manners, and completely unaware that he was so.
"That's why you should appreciate being about to marry such a resourceful fellow," he said more gently. And now he dropped all banter. "I've been thinking about how long it's been, too. That's why I decided to try to kill a couple of sparrows with one pebble." Joyce sat up. "You aren't serious ?" Cameron sucked on his pipe once more. "Ever hear of the Markovian Nucleus?" he said thoughtfully.
It was not until they had embarked on the last leg of the journey and had been aboard the vessel for half a day that they met a second time. The ship was not a Markovian or a terran-type vessel of any kind. Another week's wait would have been required for one of those. As it was, their quarters were not too uncomfortable although very limited.
The warning of Fothergill to keep to the main line of his research sank to the bottom of his mind as he leaned toward the stranger with a fresh sense of excitement inside him. "I have never felt you could understand another man unless you spoke his language," he said in his not too stumbling Markovian.
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