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Updated: June 27, 2025
They all breathed a sigh of relief when, after three days, no more signs of the mysterious illness showed on new members of the crew. It became routine to parade before Tau stripped to the waist each morning for the inspection of the danger points, and the Medic's vigilance did not relax. In the meantime neither Mura nor Kosti appeared to suffer.
Lumbrilo's "lion" had been larger than life, more intelligent, more dangerous, subtly different from the normal animal it counterfeited. So now were these. And both of them raised their heads to gaze intently into the medic's face. "Hunt well, brothers in fur," he said slowly, almost caressingly. "Him whom you hunt shall grant you sport in the going." "Stop it!"
Dane screwed his eyes shut, tried to concentrate upon the droning voice in his ears, but he could not control his thoughts nor his fears. At a touch on his arm he started so wildly that he jerked the cord loose from the reader and sat up, somewhat shamefaced, to greet Tau. At the Medic's orders he stripped for one of the most complete examinations he had ever undergone outside a quarantine port.
The flicker of the counter began and Dane realized that nightfall would find them still air borne. But so far he had not been aware of any pursuit. Again he wished he had the use of a com only here the radiation would blanket sound with that continuous roar. Patches of the radiation vegetation showed now and something in the lines of the Medic's tense figure suggested that these were new to him.
Then Tau sighed and began to breathe deeply. Dane glanced up, amazed, at the captain. "He's asleep!" Jellico knelt and his hand went to test heart beat, then to touch the medic's worn and dirty face. "Best thing for him," he said briskly. "He's had it." It took some time to get the facts of their triumph sorted out. Two of the off-worlder poachers were dead.
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