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Zlenon was Marthasa's son, who held the position of Chief Historian at the research library. He was more slender and darker than his father, and lacking in his volubility and glad-handedness. He greeted Cameron's request with a tolerant smile. "You have to be quite specific, Mr. Wilder, when you say you would like to know about the history of the Markovian Nucleus.
I've told you the representative has offered to send you all needed material showing the status of their culture." Cameron looked at the secretary for a long time before speaking again. "What's your position?" he asked finally. "Are we being ordered off the investigation?" "The Markovian representative doesn't want to go to quite that extreme.
His eyes remained respectfully almost fondly; that was the right word, Cameron thought curiously on Marthasa. While the Id was slender in build, the Markovian was taller and bulkier. His complexion was also dark, but not quite so much so as the Id's. He was dressed in loose, highly colored attire that gave Cameron an impression of an Oriental potentate of his own world.
That's why I don't want you to get sidetracked in any way." Cameron admitted to himself that he was getting more edgy as the day of departure approached, but he tried to keep Joyce from seeing it. He was worried about the possible development of further opposition now that the Markovian had expressed his displeasure, and he was worried about their reception once they reached the Nucleus.
You have forced us to believe you can tame such a vicious world as the Markovian Nucleus once was. "But where is there a life of your own? With all your powers you must live at the whim of other cultures. Where is your culture? Where is your own purpose? In spite of all you have, your life is a parasitical one." Venor smiled gently.
You will only bring disaster and disappointment upon us and yourselves by attempting to hasten that time." "I assure you I have no intention of prying," said Cameron haltingly. He fumbled for the right Markovian words. "You have misunderstood We come only in friendship and with no intention of disturbing " The Id nodded sagely. "So many crises are originated by good intentions.
That was when he discovered that they were to be accompanied on the remainder of the journey by a Markovian citizen and his Id servant. The visitors' chamber in which these semi-terran conditions were supplied consisted of only three suites. The other two had been empty when Cameron and Joyce arrived the night before. Now a Markovian Id occupied a seat by the window.
I don't intend to become a student of Markovian history, of course, but perhaps you have adequate summaries with which a stranger could start. Going backward, let us say, for perhaps two or three hundred Terran years?" "Of course some very excellent ones are available " He moved toward the reading table nearby and began punching a selection of buttons.
Joyce explained the story about their honeymoon trip and built their interest in Markovian culture as casual indeed. As she went on, Marthasa seemed to be struck by a sudden thought. "I insist that you make your headquarters with me during your stay," he said. "I can see that you learn everything possible about the Nucleus while you are here.
By the time the Council awoke to the fact and started its futile debates we had made a strong beginning. "We arranged to be in the path of a Markovian attack on one of the worlds where our work was completed. The Markovians were only too happy to take us into slavery and use us as victims in their brutal sports."
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