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He cooked up a plan that was even braver and more desperate. He decided to sign on a Lhari ship as a member of the crew." "As a Mentorian?" Bart asked, but something cold, like ice water trickling down his back, told him this was not what Raynor meant. "The brainwashing " "No," said Raynor, "not as a Mentorian; he couldn't have escaped the psych-checking. As a Lhari." Bart gasped. "How "
The cabin door opened and a Mentorian said irritably, "Please lie down and fasten your straps. I haven't all day." Hastily Bart flushed the toilet and went to the bunk. Now everything that could identify him as Bart Steele was on its way to the breakdown tanks.
"How did you get through the Lhari? In that?" He moved his head at the Mentorian cloak. Bart explained briefly, and Raynor One shook his head. "You were lucky," he said, "you could have been blinded. You must have inherited flash-accommodation from the Mentorian side Rupert Steele didn't have it. I'll tell you this much," he added, sitting down again. "In a manner of speaking, you're my boss.
The two Lhari in front of Bart had been talking softly, in their fast twittering speech; but as the hum of the crowds on the upper levels grew louder, they raised their voices, and Bart could hear what they were saying. He was a little surprised to find that he could still understand the Lhari language. He hadn't heard a word of it in years not since his Mentorian mother died.
Bart felt a cold chill icing his spine. This was it. The Mentorian said briefly, "We wish to check on the proper antibody component for Aldebaran natives. There will be a delay of about thirty minutes. Will you kindly wait in this room here?"
We reached this point once before. Then a Lhari captain, Rhazon of Nedrun, abandoned the safe ways of caution, and out of his blind leap in the blind dark came many good things. Trade with the human race. Our Mentorian allies. A system of mathematics to take the hazards from our star-travel. "Yet once again the Lhari had grown cautious and fearful.
Such a simple lie, and it's worked for all these years!" "A Mentorian found him and didn't have the heart to turn him over to the Lhari. So he was smuggled clear again. But when that Mentorian underwent the routine brain-checks at the end of the voyage, the Lhari found out what had happened.
He knew that the invisible R-rays were killing all the microorganisms in his body, so that no disease germ or stray fungus would be carried from planet to planet. The bluish light died. Outside, the Mentorian gave him back his shoes and belt, handed him the paper sack of his belongings, and a paper cup full of greenish fluid. "Drink this." "What is it?"
Bart's mother had been a Mentorian from the planet Mentor, of the star Deneb, a hundred times brighter than the sun. Bart had her eyes. But Mentorians weren't popular on Earth, and Bart had learned to be quiet about his mother. Through the dark lenses, the glare was only a pale gleam.
It rose higher and higher, stopping with an abrupt jerk, and slid open into a lighted room and office. A man sat behind a desk, watching Bart step from the elevator. The man was very tall and very thin, and the gray eyes, and the intensity of the lights, told Bart that he was a Mentorian. Raynor One? Under the steady, stern gray stare, Bart felt the slow, clutching suck of fear again.
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