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Why did they not give us a picture or at least a name?" He turned to the other Lhari and said in their own shrill speech, "I suspected this man because he was alone. And I had seen this boy on the upper mezzanine and spoken with him. We watched him, knowing sooner or later the father would seek him. Ask him." He gestured and the Mentorian said, "Who is this man, you?" Bart gulped.
"You hear me? And if I don't hear from you in some reasonable time, I'll raise a stink from here to Vega!" Bart broke away and ran. He was afraid, if he didn't, he'd break up again. He closed the cabin door behind him, trying to calm down so that the Mentorian steward, coming to strap him in for deceleration, wouldn't see how upset he was. He was going to need all his nerve.
The Mentorian said into a small grille, "The Vegan Bartol, alias Bart Steele," and after a moment a doorway opened. Inside a room rose, high, domed, vaulted above his head, whitish opalescent, washed with green. For a moment, while his eyes adjusted to the light, he wondered how the Lhari saw it.
Fawning upon the Lhari that way, yet they're as human as we are! Slaves of the Lhari!" Bart felt the involuntary surge of anger, instantly controlled. "It's not that way at all. My mother was a Mentorian, remember. She made five cruises on a Lhari ship before she married my father." Tommy sighed.
He felt as if he had been snubbed and dismissed. "What is your name?" She stiffened as if about to salute. "Meta of the house of Marnay Three, sir." Bart realized he was doing something wholly out of character for a Lhari chatting casually with a Mentorian. With a wistful glance at the pretty girl, he said a stiff "Thank you" and went down the ramp she had indicated. He felt horribly lonely.
The Multiphase. So Raynor Three was the Mentorian who had smuggled David Briscoe off the ship, and whose memories, wrung out by the Lhari captain of that ship, had touched off so many deaths. But he had paid for that paid many times over. And now must he pay for this, too? Raynor One strode toward them. "So it's really you. I thought it might be a trap, but Three wouldn't listen.
They didn't know Briscoe's name, but they wrung that Mentorian out like a wet dishcloth and got a description that was as good as fingerprints. They tracked down young Briscoe and killed him. They killed the first man he'd talked to. They killed the second. The third was your father." "The murdering devils!" Raynor sighed. "Your father and Briscoe's father were old friends.
But here we have a whole new galaxy for peaceful trade, a new mathematics that takes all the hazard out of space travel, our Mentorian friends and allies." He smiled. "Don't tell the High Council on me, but I think they deserve a lot more credit than most Lhari care to give them. Between ourselves, I think the next Panarch may see it that way." Vorongil paused. "Here's the monument."
Conspiracy unlawfully to board and all the rest of it. Even if I don't go to a prison planet, I'll spend the rest of my life chained down to Vega." "It doesn't have to be that way." "What other choice is there?" he demanded. "You're half Mentorian," she said, raising her eager face. "Oh, Bart, you love it so, you know you can't bear to give it up. Stay with us please stay!"
But if his father couldn't travel on Lhari ships, and if he had been here, the chances were that he was still somewhere in the Procyon system. They flew for a long time; across low hills, patchwork agricultural districts, towns, and then for a long time over water. The copter had automatic controls, but Raynor Three kept it on manual, and Bart wondered if the Mentorian just didn't want to talk.
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