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Bart felt resentful; just because Mentorians could work on Lhari ships, did they have to act as if they owned everybody? When the man had gone, Bart drew a deep breath. Was he really doing the right thing? If he'd refused to get out of the robotcab If he'd driven Briscoe straight to the police Then maybe Briscoe would still be alive. And now it was too late.
Bart looked out the viewport at the swirl and burn of the colors there. Now that he could never speak of the colors, it seemed he had never been so wholly and wistfully aware of them. They symbolized the thing he could never put into words. So that everyone can have this. Not just the Lhari. Rugel watched the Mentorians go, scowling.
The first few ships to carry Mentorians had carried them without cold-sleep, but people forget easily. The truth is buried in the records of those early voyages.
Once he actually called Aldebaran a red star, but Rugel either did not hear the slip or thought he was repeating what one of the Mentorians there were two aboard besides the girl had said. The absence of color from speech and life was the hardest thing to get used to.
You never cared to find out how your world looked to your Mentorians. So your medics never questioned my memories of an eighth color. To you, it's just another shade of gray, but under a light strong enough to blind any but Mentorian eyes, it takes on a special color " The conference broke up in disorder, the four Lhari clustering together in a furious babble, then hastily leaving the room.
Quick, give them to me, Bart." "The Lhari have them." Raynor One walked to the window and said in his deadpan voice, "It's useless. But get the kid out of here before they come looking for me. Look." He pointed. Below them, the streets were alive with uniformed Lhari and Mentorians. Bart felt sick.
The more scared you are, the worse it's going to be!" She was rigid, trembling, in a trance of terror. "You rotten little coward," he yelled at her, "snap out of it! Or are all you Mentorians so gutless that you believe any half-baked folk tale the Lhari pass off on you? You and your fine talk about earning the star-drive!
Bart glanced at his human hands. Vorongil shrugged. "We've carried Mentorians as full-ranking Astrogators. There don't happen to be any on the Swiftwing. But there's no law about it." Bart looked the old Lhari in the eye. "I won't accept Mentorian terms, Vorongil." "I wouldn't ask it.
"Twenty-three, and three Mentorians." "Anyone apt to be behind shielding say, in the drive chamber?" "No, I think they're all outside." Montano nodded, idly. "Then we won't have to worry." Bart slipped his hand toward his weapon. Montano saw the movement, cocked his head in question; then, as understanding flashed over his face, his hand darted to his own gun.
He had an opportunity which no human, except the Mentorians, had ever had; which perhaps no human would ever have again. He might as well take advantage of it. Ringg and Meta both seemed startled at his new appearance, but Meta instantly held out her hands, clasping his quickly and warmly. "Bart! I wondered what your real face looked like. But I think I'd have known you anyhow."
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